I could tell they were shocked, as was I. Dean was my role model, Sam was my baby brother, and I actually found them. I never thought I'd see them again.

"You're really our sister?" Dean murmured.

I half smiled, a tear rolling down my cheek. "Yeah. I am. And it's been a long seventeen years, Dean."

"But why can't we remember you?" Sam asked.

"I have no idea."

"And you don't remember why you left?" Dean asked.

"No clue. Maybe I just couldn't handle hunting. I dunno."

"Don't worry, we'll figure it out." Sam assured.

"Wait a minute, how'd you find us?" Dean asked.

"Well, I did a little research. And I found the same case you guys did. Three vics, missing hearts, all lived on the same street. And I had a hunch that you guys might've started investigating."

"Look at that, Sammy. She's a laptop geek just like you." Dean smirked.

Sam just scoffed. "Shut up."

"I'm thinking we could be hunting a werewolf." I suggested.

"That's what we thought, too. But as it turns out, the guy we talked to recently adopted a dog from a nearby animal shelter."

"How recently?"

"The day before the first murder."

I raised an eyebrow. "Skinwalker?"

"There's a good possibility."

"Awesome. Let's shoot this sucker down."

"Hey, slow down there, Rambo," Dean interrupted. "It's been seventeen years since you've been in the field. We can handle Marmaduke ourselves."

I groaned, knowing this would happen. "Dean, c'mon! Don't be the overprotective big brother you were in high school!"

"I was overprotective?"

"Yeah, pretty much!"

He shrugged. "I can live with that."

Before I could make a snide remark, Sam began to speak. "I think Dean's right. You haven't hunted in a while, maybe it would be better if you stay here while we hunt this thing."

"Oh god, this is middle school all over again. Except this time I'm not babysitting you."

"How long has it been since you've used a gun?" Dean asked me.

I thought for a moment. "A while."

"How good do you think your aim is?"

I paused for a second. "Um... good? Ish? Maybe?"

"Exactly. Now when we hunt this thing, you're staying here. Got it?"

I sighed. "Fine. Just one question."

"Shoot."

"How exactly are you gonna shoot a dog with a silver bullet when that dog currently lives at 221 Baker Street?"

It was clear that I got the gears in their brains turning. It was a valid question. They couldn't just shoot it, that would draw too much attention.

"We're, uh, we're still working on that."

I nodded slowly. "Right. Still working on that. Good to know, Dean."

"Have you always been this sarcastic?"

I pretended to think for a moment. "Pretty much."

"Wait a minute," Sam seemed to get an idea. "What if we somehow managed to draw the dog out of the house? I mean, surely there's something that could work."

And it wasn't long before I started thinking too. "Sound theory and all, but there's something we haven't taken into consideration."

"And that is?" Dean asked.

"If this is a skinwalker, then it'll need human hearts to survive, right? And if I'm not mistaken, there's only one more human heart left on that street."

"You mean-"

"The owner. The guy you were talking to earlier. He's gonna die pretty damn soon."

"How can we be so sure?" Sam asked.

"It makes sense, right? This thing is gonna finish off the whole damn street!"

"Okay, we'll go find this thing, you stay here." Dean instructed, he and Sam heading out to the Impala.

This was so not cool. It had been a while since I last hunted, which was exactly why I wanted to go. I wanted to get back out there, regardless of my reasons for leaving seventeen years ago.

I got my phone out of my pocket, which seemed to be useless now. No one remembered me, what was the point? I had no one to call now.

I just stared down at it, feeling unbearably small. I felt so helpless. No one knew who I was. No one. I had no one.

But if I was grateful for anything, it was that this place had cable TV. I got the remote from the bedside table and flipped through channels until I found TBS. The Big Bang Theory was on until like eight.

I kept thinking about the whole "no one remembers me" thing. What could've caused this? What would it take to be remembered again? Why was this happening to me? All sorts of questions raced through my mind. And it wasn't long before I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up a little while later to the sound of Sam and Dean returning, but being as exhausted as I was, I pretended to be asleep.

"I can't believe he got away!" Dean yelled.

"Dean, keep it down," Sam spoke softly. "Jasmine's asleep."

"Was she watching The Big Bang Theory?" Dean asked incredulously.

Sam huffed a laugh. "Hey, it's not that bad."

"Yeah, I guess... Penny's hot, or whatever her name is."

"So do you think we should go after this thing tomorrow?"

"I dunno. He's probably long gone by now. He must know we're on to him."

"Yeah. And now all we have is this useless dog tag. Ted, who's owner lives on 221 Baker Street."

Oh my god. Did Sam just say Ted? Like, the name of my ex boyfriend? No, it's probably just a coincidence. I just called him today, and he said he didn't remember me in a very human voice. There's just no way. Then again....

"We're never gonna find that mutt again."

"Don't worry. We'll get him. Eventually."

"I hope so. I ain't letting a skinwalker get the best of me."

"And, Dean?"

"Yeah?"

Sam paused for a brief moment. "Jasmine's asleep in... your bed."

I didn't realize it was Dean's bed. I began to feel a sense of awkwardness.

"It's cool. I can just sleep in the floor or something."

"To be honest, I'm still kinda reeling from the fact we have a sister."

"I know, man. It's... crazy."

"Understatement. Why do you think no one remembers her? Do you think it's a demon? Maybe an angel?"

An angel? Those are real? Un-freaking-believable.

"I dunno. Never seen anything like this before."

"Me neither. Maybe we could call Cas? You think he knows anything?"

"Probably. We can call him tomorrow."

"Alright."

Cas? Who was he? He had a rather unusual name. Maybe it was short for something, like... well, all I could think of was Casanova, but that was unlikely.

There was some silence for a little while, and I was nearly asleep again when I felt a blanket over my body. It was probably Dean; even with amnesia, he'd always be a father to me.

I shifted slightly, making myself comfortable. I tried to sleep, but ended up thinking instead.

What was happening? It's like I didn't know how the world functioned anymore. No one remembers who I am, angels are freaking real, and judging from what I saw outside my car earlier when I was spying on my brothers shamelessly, something was going on between them. Something bad, I could tell. Some kind of argument.

I couldn't think about all this now. It would only stress me out, I was sure. I just needed to focus on sleep. And when I did get to sleep, I was rather surprised by the dream I had.

I was in the woods, a dense fog surrounding me. A few feet in front of me was a man with unruly dark hair and a beige trench coat. I didn't recognize him, but he had that ruggedly masculine yet shady look about him.

"You must be Jasmine." He spoke with a deep, sultry voice.

"Who are you? How do you know me?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter. But you are part of the prophecy."

"What prophecy?"

"Your powers will take you to great heights, Jasmine Winchester."

And just like that, the dream world faded away, and I was ripped back into reality.