Lost: A Supernatural Fanfiction

Dean

     "Very surprising. Right, Sam?", I said as we walked along the empty halls. After living in a small house for a few years, we got a letter about a will my dad wrote, stating that we divide up the family mansion and all its treasures between us.

     "If only I knew we had a mansion this big, I wouldn't use that skimpy, small house as headquarters.", Sam said as he looked upon the dusted pictures on a dusty table. If I also knew , too, I thought, but I didn't. Before, me and my brother Sam has no memories of this place but as I walked along the floor, I can somewhat feel memories flooding to my head like nails to a magnet. The time me and Sam were 5 years old, marveling at the puppy Mom and Dad got for us that Christmas. The time we were like, four, playing with...I can't remember. I feel like it's at the tip of my tongue, I feel like I should remember.

    "Dean, look!", Sam called as he stared at a picture. There's something in his voice, as if that picture was of some important relative, something that made my heart beat faster and my blood feel like ice water. I quickly rushed to his side. He was looking at a black and white picture framed by old-school designs on polished oak. The picture shows a family, complete parents,  2 boys and a kid with a party hat smiling as a birthday cake with four candles lighted up the bottom area of the picture. The kid's gender is difficult to ascertain since she's wearing a unisex shirt and her hair looks more like a boy's and his eyes look like girl's eyes.

    I pointed to the top-left area of a image. "I remember... We were like, 10, at the time. This is Dad, right?", I said, knowing it was right but expecting Sam will correct me. "Yeah, this is Mom over here, and they looked too normal to be true. We looked too normal to be true in that picture.", he said.

   It's true. Dad was wearing a suit with a checkered tie and Mom was wearing an apron over a loose green shirt. We were sporting suspenders over checkered shirts. Very dorky but very human, I thought.

    But the real issue is the kid. In that picture, we looked like we were celebrating the kid's birthday. The kid looked 4 or 5, and had Mom's serene eyes and smile plus Dad's elfish ears and mischievous twinkle in his eyes combined.

   Suddenly, a memory hit me. I saw the kid running around the house, playing tag with elementary-age-Sam. I saw the kid sleeping soundly on a bed between me and Sam's. Several others followed, until the last one showed a demon the size of an African elephant with grayish-brown fur destroying the house, me and Sam like 11, searching around for someone. Maybe it was Mom or Dad. Maybe it was our puppy. Or maybe it was that kid. I looked at Sam's eyes, and his expression told me he was thinking the same thing. We arrived at a surprising conclusion.

   My whole life, I thought Sam was the only one I got. And then Castiel has to give us some memories of our memories he retrieved and that will. I thought it was all about what Dad left behind. Turns out it was what we left behind.

   "Dean, this kid  here's our lost sibling.", Sam spoke the words that changed my life so far.