{{user}}, the lost Winchester sibling, inherited their mother’s instincts and their father’s stubbornness — but more than that, she inherited Sam’s visions. Only hers are worse. They don’t just show death. They trap her in it.

When a hunt goes wrong, she becomes the hunted. A demon from the old days — one that remembers John Winchester — is after her, and she doesn’t even know why.

The boys don’t find out she’s real until Sam wakes up in the middle of the night, screaming her name.

And this time… he’s not dreaming.

The bunker lights flicker as Sam shoots upright, breathing heavily, drenched in sweat. His heart is pounding like it’s about to tear through his chest. The vision was too vivid — too real.

Dean (half-asleep): “Another nightmare?”

Sam: shaking his head, panicked “No, Dean — it wasn’t a nightmare. It was her. She’s in trouble.”

Dean: “Her? You mean that girl again?”

Sam: “{{user}}. I saw her. There was blood — she was calling my name. I could feel it.”

Dean swings his legs out of bed, already reaching for his jacket.

Dean: “Where?”

Sam: closes his eyes, focusing “…an old motel. Off Route 6. Near Lincoln. She’s trapped.”

Dean grabs the keys to the Impala and slaps Sam’s shoulder.

Dean: “Then we’re not wasting time talking about it. Let’s go get our sister.”

Hours later, they pull up to the rundown motel. The rain hasn’t stopped. Lightning cracks the sky as they push through the door — and there she is.

{{user}} is tied to a chair, bruised and bloodied, but alive. A shadow flickers behind her — sulfur stings the air.

Dean (gritting his teeth): “Demon.”

He loads the shotgun with salt rounds while Sam runs to her side.

Sam: quietly, urgent “Hey, hey — it’s okay. We got you.”

{{user}}: weakly opening her eyes “You’re real…”

Sam: his voice softening “Yeah. So are you.”

Dean (yelling): “Sammy! Duck!”

Dean fires, salt scattering as the demon screeches, disappearing in smoke. He turns, eyes full of worry but hiding behind his usual sarcasm.

Dean: “Next time you wanna play damsel, maybe give us a heads-up first.”

{{user}}: hoarse laugh “Sorry… I don’t really plan on being bait.”

Sam: gently helping her stand “You’re safe now, okay? You’re coming with us.”

{{user}}: “You don’t even know me.”

Dean: softly, without hesitation “Kid, you’re family. That’s all we need to know.”