Seven years ago (Same day John Winchester had passed away)...
A woman laid on the bed sick dying by inches. She knew today would be her last day on Earth. She didn’t know how or why she knew it, but she did know it. That’s why she finally called her daughter.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were ill?” the daughter asked. She loved her mother since she was the only constant thing in her life.
“I wanted you to enjoy your first year of college, Scarlette,” her mother told her.
Scarlette’s eyes started to water.
“Enough of that now,” her mother said. “I have things to tell you. Important things.”
Scarlette sighed and did as her mother asked as best as she could. “What did you want to tell me?” she asked.
“Your father,” her mother replied. “He is the utmost important topic.”
Scarlette stared at her. “What about him?” she asked scoffing. “You haven’t breathed a word about him in the last nineteen years. What’s changed your mind?” Though Scarlette knew exactly what had changed. Her mother was dying, and she wanted Scarlette to know she had family out in the world.
“Scarlette,” her mother scolded. “Your father was a one nightstand, but I also knew what he did for a living.”
Scarlette really didn’t care what her supposed father did for a living or why he hadn’t been around for the last few years, but the question came out anyway. “And what was that?” she asked with a hint of sarcasm.
Her mother heard it in her voice, but she ignored it. “He’s a hunter, but not in the way you think I mean,” she answered. “He hunted supernatural beings, and he was on my case. There had been a poltergeist living in my house. After when he took care of the poltergeist, one thing lead to another, and you were the result.” She laid her hand on Scarlette’s cheek. “I don’t resent that, honey. You were a joy to me since the moment I found out about you, but I need you to know that you have a father and two older brothers. Your brothers will be twenty-three and twenty-six right now. He loved those boys, and he needed to leave to go take care of them. I had to let him go even though I wanted him to be with me.” Her mother took in a sharp breath. “After I found out I was carrying you, I tried to find him, but I never had any luck. He always went by assumed names when he’s tracking the supernatural.”
“Why are you telling me this now?” Scarlette asked. “And now of all times?”
“I want you to know that you have family,” her mother said. “I want to you to go find them. Your father and your brothers.” Then her mother started to weeze.
“What are their names?” Scarlette asked.
“Their last name is Winchester,” her mother answered and then she finally ceased from breathing and the hand that was lay.
“No, Mom,” Scarlette said. “No...” She laid her hand over her mother’s hand, laid her head on the bed, and started crying.
A nurse came into the room to turn off the monitor and then left Scarlette to grieve.