It was a Saturday afternoon when I discovered it. I called my closest friend in the world, Kim West, and was surprised by our conversation.

"Hello?" Kim answered.

"Hey, Kim. So remember that guy from the party last night? Ricky something? I'm thinking of calling him. I mean, after everything that happened between me and Ted, I could use a distraction, y'know?" I rambled. I always rambled.

"Um... who's this?"

I scoffed, smiling. "C'mon, Kim. It's me."

"Who's me?" Kim sounded more and more confused.

"Kim, get real. It's Jazz."

"Who?"

I frowned. "Jasmine. C'mon, Kim, cut it out."

"How do you know my name? And where'd you get my number?"

"From you. In college. When we met. Kim, I don't know what you're doing, but this isn't funny."

"Damn right it isn't. Who in the hell are you?"

"It's me, Kim. It's Jasmine. Please tell me you're joking right now."

"Okay, I don't know who you are, but I'm hanging up now." And the line went dead.

"Kim?" I murmured. "Kim!"

I wasn't sure what to do. Was this some kind of joke?

I hung up the phone and decided to shake it off. I drove down to my favorite cafe to get my usual coffee.

I walked in and approached the counter. Another friend of mine, Autumn, worked here. We were pretty close, since Autumn was usually getting me my coffee.

"Hey, Autumn," I greeted. "I'll just have my usual."

Autumn gave me a strange look. "I'm sorry, have I seen you here before?"

I gave her a pleading look. "Yes, Autumn, you have. Every day. For the past... almost forever."

Autumn shrugged. "Sorry. I don't recognize you. You must have me confused with someone else. It's probably my-"

"Twin sister." I finished for her.

Autumn chuckled. "How'd you know I had a twin?"

"Because you told me about her! You told me about how people confused the two of you all the time as kids! About how when you were nine, you dressed up as The Shining twins for Halloween! About how you'd finish each other's sentences and talk at the same time and freak people out! I know you, Autumn Greene! I know you! And you know me!"

"You're gonna have to calm down now." She spoke softly.

"No! I won't calm down! I don't know what's going on, but it's like you people have no clue who I am!"

She chuckled nervously. "Oh. Yes, I remember you now. Silly me. Now, please just lower your voice." She whispered the last part.

"Then tell me my name."

"Miss-"

"TELL ME MY NAME!" I screamed.

"Okay, you're going to have to leave now."

"No. I'm not going anywhere."

"Please, miss-"

"It's Jasmine! My name is Jasmine, god dammit! Autumn, tell me you remember who I am!"

"Miss-"

But I couldn't stand this anymore. I took off and left, hoping to find someone who could remember me.

._.__._.

I called everyone in my contacts. None of my friends remembered me, my ex boyfriend didn't remember me, nobody remembered me. I was running out of options.

There was only one person I could turn to. More accurately, two. But I hadn't seen them in years, I couldn't just show up out of the blue. Besides, it's not like they'd remember me.

But I knew they were the only ones who could help me. Whether I liked it or not.

I knew they'd be difficult to find, but I'd figure something out. I also knew they were sure to find trouble, so I'd just have to find some trouble of my own.

Santa Fe, New Mexico. Three people were mauled, their hearts missing. The only thing that connected them; the street they lived on.

Now to drive to Santa Fe.

._.__.~Santa Fe~.__._.

I found the street where the three stiffs lived. It was a nearly unpopulated street; there were only four houses with people living there, and three of these people happened to be dead. I had a feeling I'd find the boys here in search of clues.

I parked two houses away from the remaining inhabited house and waited for them. I knew they'd show up, it was obvious.

I was parked there for nearly an hour until they got there. I knew it was them. I'd recognize that car anywhere.

The two of them got out of the car, approaching the house. They were wearing some snazzy suits and ties, like they were the FBI. But I knew better than that.

I hardly even recognized them. It had been so long since I last saw them. They'd really grown up. They weren't a couple of teenage boys anymore. They were nineteen and fifteen, last time I saw them. It really has been years.

I watched them as they walked up to the door. As it all went down, I began to think about why I ever left. And it occurred to me that I didn't even remember why. It was like, one day I was there, and the next day I wasn't. But there was nothing in between. Why did I leave?

Pretty soon, the guys finished talking to the man inside, and began walking back to their car. They began discussing something as they went, stopping when things seemed to get a bit serious. I could tell it was serious just by the looks on their faces. What could've caused things to get so heated?

They soon got in their car and started driving. I then followed, making sure they didn't know I was tailing them.

It wasn't long before they arrived at some cheap motel. I just watched as they parked their car and walked into their motel room. Instead of following them into the parking lot, I did a loop around the block, just to make sure they didn't suspect anything. They were known for their paranoia, and might've ended up shooting first, asking questions later.

I parked next to their car, taking a moment to think about what I was doing. I was about to walk up to that door, where the two people I once abandoned for reasons I couldn't even remember anymore, and knock. Yeah. Piece of cake.

I got out, a bit nervous at the thought of seeing them again. I wasn't sure why, they wouldn't even remember me. But... what if they did? What would I say?

I swallowed my fear and approached the door. I held up my hand, ready to knock, but I just couldn't. Knock. I thought. Just knock.

I soon managed to knock on that door. I began to feel a bit dizzy. This was happening. Wow.

It wasn't long before one of them answered. God, he's gotten older.

"Uh, hey," I chuckled awkwardly. "Remember me?"

He gave me a quizzical look. "Should I?" He asked with a voice much deeper than I recalled.

"It's me. Jasmine."

"I don't know any Jasmine."

I sighed lightly in frustration. "Great. You don't remember me either."

"Um... what?" He asked in awe, and I finally realized which brother he was.

"Just trust me, Dean. You should remember me."

"Why? Who are you?"

Another man walked up to us, and he must've been Sam. Which was impossible, since he was so damn tall. "Hey. What's going on?" He asked, glancing between the two of us.

"I take it you don't remember me, do you?" I asked.

"Um... no. Not really. What's your name?"

I sighed again. "Jasmine. My name is Jasmine. God, has it been that long, or is this just part of the curse?"

"Whoa, whoa, what curse?" Dean asked.

"Well, I'll explain it all to you, just let me in. Please."

There was a pause as the boys thought about this for a moment. I studied their faces, their stern expressions giving me goosebumps. They were a lot different than I remembered. I couldn't believe how much they'd grown up.

"Alright. Come in."

They let me into the room, where I sat down on the nearest bed. I took a breath, trying to organize my thoughts.

"My name is Jasmine," I began. "I'm your sister."

They were both genuinely shocked, and they had every right to be. This must've been unsettling news.

"Our sister?" Sam gaped.

"God, it's really been years," I half smiled. "I can hardly even recognize you boys, it's been so long."

"Alright, listen," Dean began. "We don't have a sister. What game are you trying to pull?"

"No game. No joke. No lie. I really am your sister. I was seventeen when I left. I can't really remember why, but I did. You two were about nineteen and fifteen when I last saw you."

"Well, no wonder you can't recognize us." He commented sarcastically.

"If you want me to prove it, I will."

"Prove it?" He repeated.

"That's what I said, isn't it?"

He grinned slightly. "Okay. Prove it then."

I dug through the pocket in my jacket and pulled out an old photo. The whole family, back when I was two. Me, the boys, and both our parents. Before mom died.

I handed him the picture. "See that girl in the middle? That's me."

They both studied the picture carefully, clearly unable to believe their own eyes. I truly hoped they'd believe me now.

"I don't remember taking this picture." Dean murmured.

"I do," I choked up at the thought of our mom. "It's the only thing I have left of... our mom."

"Don't you say 'our mom'!" He snapped, looking me dead in the eye. "Don't you dare! You can't be our sister! It... it doesn't make any sense!"

"What does anymore? Because I honestly have no idea. My whole life has been swept out from under my feet, and I don't know what to do," My throat began to tighten, and I was forced to hold back tears. "I had so many friends, and now, no one remembers me. Not even you."

"Wait, so no one knows who you are?" Sam asked.

"Exactly. And I came to you, hoping to find answers, but I guess I was wrong."

"Okay, okay, hold up," Dean spoke up. "So... you came to us for help after you supposedly left seventeen years ago?"

"Yeah, basically."

"Well, why should we, since you apparently ditched us?"

"C'mon, I don't even remember why I left. I... I actually don't remember much of anything from when we grew up with dad." I realized just how little I knew of my past with the boys.

"Well, what do you remember?"

I looked them right in the eyes. "I remember, when I was two years old, my mom died in a house fire. I remember my dad telling me and my brothers that it wasn't just a fire. It was some kind of monster. I remember being raised to fight these monsters, going from motel room to motel room. I remember having nightmares about my mom's death, because I saw the whole thing. How she burned on the ceiling. How my dad tried to save her. How my six month old brother cried and cried. How my four year old brother got us to safety that night. I remember it so clearly, because I still get those nightmares sometimes. I remember how strict my dad was about us leaving the motel room. How my big brother was more of a father to me than he ever was. I remember how I was picked on at every school we were forced to go to, from the very first day. How my brother would tell me it would be okay every time I'd start crying because of it. I remember the first time I held a gun. When I was five years old. I remember striving to be the best big sister I could to my baby brother. Just trying to follow my big brother's example. And I only remember bits and pieces from middle school, but everything I do remember... my brothers were always there," I took a moment to get my bearings. "My name is Jasmine Winchester. And my brothers' names were Sam and Dean. It's nice to see you boys again."