You find yourself yet again staring down at the drive way of the orphanage with its old paint peeling walls and all the other kids around you are not there. Some were adopted and given to decent homes but you still remain stuck there, thinking about who your parents were and why they ever left you alone. Oftentimes you wonder if you were really an orphan or if your parents were really coming to pick you up. However, as you turn away from the window a shadow passes by on the opposite side of the room. You pause, assessing the situation and thinking that maybe it was only your imagination. So you turn away and sit down on your old creaky bed, turning on your lamp light you reach over and grab one of your supernatural books, now it wasn't one of the supernatural television shows books it was actually a collection of folktales and ghost stories.

You don't really understand why you liked things like that but just thought that they were fascinating, of course, while you were in the middle of reading all of a sudden you hear one of your peers screaming in fear before a loud crash happened. Jumping in fright you placed the book on your nightstand, turned off your light and hid under your bed keeping as quiet as you possibly could. Your stomach turns and you feel like you want to throw up but while all the other kids took off to go and investigate, you remained under the bed. The longer you stayed under, the more you were able to hear everything around you, strange footsteps, and creaking wood all started to get closer to your room. You close your eyes as tightly as you can but your heart pounded so much that it made you think that it was going to jump out of your chest.

Heavy breathing suddenly began to emerge as it entered your room, screams of some children trying to run made you even more afraid for your life than you ever thought possible. "Little children always think that they can hide from me." The figure started to step closer to your bed and you just wanted to scream and get away from this thing. But you had nowhere else to go and no way to call for help. Just when you thought you were done for, someone else barged into the room from the shoe colors, you realized that they were the mothers who run the orphanage.

"Get away from her!" one of the mothers exclaimed, the figure turned and just when it was getting ready to attack, suddenly, it yowled in pain and took off out of the building. "My child, you can come out now." the mother said. Slowly, you crawl out from your hiding place fearing that the thing would come back. But thankfully, so far it hasn't reappeared.

"What happened Ms. Vedetta?" you ask your stomach to turn in a million ways. "What was that thing?"

"Y/n, I had been afraid that this would happen." Vedetta said and turned toward her partner. "Lexine, we can't keep her here any longer. I think it's time that we give her what she needs, protection."

"Protection?" You ask. "From what?"

"Come with us," Lexine said and led you down the hall to one of the locked rooms. You pause uncertain about where this was going to go, the door was old and Victorian with a strange six pointed star embedded into the door. "Now, y/n we never expected them to find you this soon."

"Who are they? What is it?" you ask and push your hair out of your face and over your shoulder. "Why was it coming for me? What's with that star?"

"I know you've got a lot of questions," Vedetta responded. "But at the moment, we can't talk here, come on." Lexine began to recite something strange in Latin, while you thought that you wouldn't understand, the words seemed to register in your head a breeze blew past you and the mothers as it opened. Lexine's red hair moves around in the breeze, she smiles at you and steps through, the minute she does, the torches come on almost instantly. Vedetta followed, but urged you to follow them. You look around wondering what else could be in the darkness but rather than risking your neck, you follow them inside and immediately you are greeted with stairs that lead down.

"Don't be afraid," Vedetta reassures you. "Everything is going to be alright."

***

You remain absolutely silent, still in shock from the attack. You hadn't exactly checked if the other children actually survived but at the moment it wasn't important, at least not to you. Right now you are trying to understand where Vedetta and Lexine were taking you. Your shoes echo on the concrete steps like there was nothing within the premise. It also felt like it was starting to take forever, you don't know what to expect but you had high hopes that maybe your caregivers would find a way to explain it to you. Upon arriving at the ground level you enter through a wooden door just as the torches in the room light up through a domino effect. Gasping you are amazed at the sight before you. Shelves lined the walls full of books and papers, even the tables in the room were covered. You walk around the room and notice weapons that are hanging on the walls.

"What is this place?" you ask just as Lexine closes the door. "How did I not know of this?"

"This place, my child, is a bunker, built in case things like that happen." Vedetta explains. "Now Lexine, where are those papers?" Vedetta walked around the bunker searching each shelf for something. Still amazed at the sight of the bunker you walk through it while the mothers are going through the shelves.

"They're over here Vedetta," Lexine responded and you turn walking away from one of the nearby rooms and sit down at the table. Watching and remaining quiet, you see a manila folder with birth records written on it. "This will be hard to believe y/n, but you aren't an orphan."

"What are you talking about?" You ask in shock.

"We're talking about your relatives, men of letters, hunters," Vedetta opened the folder and pulled out your birth records and a strange folder that was addressed to you. "Your father dropped you off here the day he left, but he also left you this envelope with your name on it, told us to only give it to you when you turn eighteen, but seeing as how this time calls for desperate measures, I think it's time that you opened it and learned who you are." You politely take the envelope, it had been yellowed over the years but at the moment it was still intact. "We'll let you decide." Without hesitation, you tear open the envelope and find in messy cursive, your father's words.

Dear y/n,

I know that this is hard to believe, but my name is John Winchester, and I have a lot to tell you..