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The box sits there, closed, in the middle of the large table, right in front of the two brothers who look at it with pursed lips. It had appeared out of nowhere at their door, no signs of delivery or people around it.
A sigh from the youngest breaks the silence and he stands up, heading to the object.
-It's been almost an hour Dean. I don't think there's anything dangerous inside.
The addressed furrows his eyebrows, going behind his brother slowly.
-Fine. But if something jumps out of there, I'm gonna let it eat you.
Only a huff responds to those words before the package is opened.
His hands move inside, trying to find something relevant.
-There's nothing here, man. Just a bunch of papers.
The other joins him on the search, not bothering with reading until his sight falls on a known name.
-Wait.
He takes it out of the box, tilting his head in confusion.
-What is it?
Reading it, his eyes widen, his companion trying to get his attention.
-Dude, this is a birth certificate; and it has mom and dad's names.
Another look of turmoil crosses the young Winchester's face.
-Why would someone drop a box with useless papers and one of our birth certificates?
The document is presented in front of him.
-Well, unless one of us suffered some major changes, it's not one of ours.
Watching intently at the details, the name of the child catches his attention.
-Alexandria Winchester?
Nodding, the older points a finger to the recognizable names.
-Name of the father, John Winchester; name of the mother, Mary Winchester.
Returning his sight to the paper, Sam's surprise grows.
-This was five months after I was born.
His brother looks at him and then at the object he's holding.
-But how could she be born after five months of mom giving birth? I sure as hell don't remember a sister.
The document returns to Dean.
-That's because she died before being born.
The words he's presented with say the girl had died with four months of gestation.
-What kind of sick hospital forces parents who just lost their child to name them?
Rising his eyebrows and shrugging, Sam returns his attention to the box.
-Apparently this did. All these are medical exams mom probably did after the baby died.
Dean looks further into the package, fishing out two pictures, one was of both his parents and another portrayed him, holding his brother and smiling happily.
-Why do you think this popped out of thin air?
Brows furrowed, the tall man shakes his head and returns the papers.
-I don't know. Maybe someone tries to mess with us; maybe we should call Cas.
His older brother holds his breath, lost of words momentarily at the simple mention of the name and trying not to think about the angel so he doesn't show up.
But he should look more into this before calling his friend.
-I'll call him in the morning, right now I think I need some rest.
Before he gets any answer, he takes the box and heads to his room, leaving a confused man behind.
He has been an hour reading the papers when he stumbles with an ultrasound displaying a blurry image of the unborn fetus.
Something inside him spreads warmth when he thinks that could've been his sister, but his heart sinks when he remembers she isn't.
He always says he has always had enough with one sibling, watching over him and raising him as they grew up, but the prospect of having more company always made him excited; even when he had met Adam, the boy gave him a sense of protection and familiarity- and he had barely met him.