Lillian
Wanderer
When Lillian was 23, she woke up in a forest clearing with no memory, no identity, only the note in her hand and the clothes on her back.
"I'm sorry Lillian.. He always loved you. -D.W."
Now she was 26 with a life of her own. Well, she supposed she had one- now she was tied up in a hotel bathroom, the walls drenched in the blood of the boy she'd adopted as her brother. Alex was dead, but she was alive. There was a man with black eyes who repeatedly asked her, where are the Winchesters? WHere are the Winchesters? He never believed that she had no idea who he was talking about. After all these years she'd never been able to remember anything past that day she awoke in the forest.
Now what she was waiting for was someone to save her.
"I'm sorry Lillian.. He always loved you. -D.W."
Now she was 26 with a life of her own. Well, she supposed she had one- now she was tied up in a hotel bathroom, the walls drenched in the blood of the boy she'd adopted as her brother. Alex was dead, but she was alive. There was a man with black eyes who repeatedly asked her, where are the Winchesters? WHere are the Winchesters? He never believed that she had no idea who he was talking about. After all these years she'd never been able to remember anything past that day she awoke in the forest.
Now what she was waiting for was someone to save her.
