"Sammie, look away!" My twin sister screamed. Her voice was rushed and panicked, but the warning came too late. I already saw it, saw her.
My mom was laying on the driveway cement. Her flesh was in shreds. Dried blood pooled around her head and body. A hole was ripped through her chest.
Charlie grabbed me, pulled my attention away from my mom's broken body. She dragged me into the house. I couldn't help but stare at the mauled body that was once my mother.
"Sit down." Charlie ordered, speaking as though she was years older than me rather than minutes.
She walked over to the bookshelf that housed the docking station of our home phone. She grabbed the cordless phone and wandered into the kitchen.
"Hello, 911?" That was the only sentence I heard her say until she came back in to the room. She sat the phone down and sat on the couch next to me. She spoke, but even then, I didn't make out her words.
"Mom's dead." I stated, speaking in a voice that sounded foreign to even my own ears. "A wild animal got her."
Charlie stared at me for a moment, looking unsure. Slowly, she began to nod.
"We'll be okay." She said, putting her arm around me. I leaned down and put my head on her shoulder.
We didn't speak again until after the police came. Charlie did most of the speaking. I didn't talk until a nice FBI agent with short brown hair and a scruffy face walked over to where I had isolated myself.
"What's your name?" He asked me kindly.
"Sammie." I answered, speaking quietly. Charlie made it clear, even without speaking, she didn't want me to talk too much to the authories.
The man smiled. "I have a son named Sam. How old are you?"
"9." I answered again.
He smiled even wider. "Same age as my boy. Sammy is your age. My older boy, Dean, he's about 13 now. Are you close to your sister?"
I nodded, glancing over to Charlie who was still talking to the police officers. They were making their way outside now.
"Yeah." I responded, taking my eyes off of the doorway and back onto the nice man.
"You take care of each other, don't you?"
I nodded again.
"You got to." He said smiling sadly. "That's what siblings are for. You got to watch each other's backs."
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small piece of paper.
"I got to go, but here." He handed me the paper. I glanced down at it, noticing the numbers. "It's my phone number. Call me, or have your sister call me, if you need anything."
"Thank you." I said politely, sticking the piece of paper into my pocket.
"Well, Sammie, it was nice meeting you." He grabbed my hand and shook it. He began to walk away.
"Uh, sir?" I asked, awkwardly. He stopped and turned to look at me. Confusion written on his face. "What's your name?"
He smiled slightly.
"John. John Winchester."
With that said, he turned around and walked out the door, and I never saw him again.