A/N) Welcome :) I decided I need a little breather from my teen wolf stories so am adding another show to my writing to hopefully fuel me/give me inspiration (write both at the same time, just at a slightly slower pace) so this is a winchester sisfic, starting in season 1 episode 11 – scarecrow, I sure hope y'all enjoy.

She had completely cut herself off from her family – well, if you could even call them that half the time. Eight months with zero contact- nada, zip, zilch. Not even with Sammy. Call it selfish, make it out to be harsh, but sometimes you just had to do what was best for yourself at times and staying with Dean and dad wasn't doing her any good. She reached her breaking point, especially after that blow out fight with Dean. She loved her family, she did, but right now she hated them. She knew if she stayed, if she 'sucked it up' then she would end up loathing them and she didn't want that. Ever.

So she up and left. She said some rather questionable choice words to her dad, screamed at Dean to 'leave her the hell alone' and that 'she wasn't five anymore, he had no right to control her life the way he saw fit' in which he replied 'well stop acting like it' and it just sorta escalated until she was grabbing her backpack, swinging it over her shoulder and warning them not to look for her because they wouldn't find her – ever.

Dean had looked panicked at that, his stubbornness dropping as he told her to 'calm the hell down' and to 'stay and work this out like adults' but Mackenzie didn't listen. She flipped him off, screaming that she hated him and had left and not looked back. Not once.

Yeah, she was definitely a bitch but it was her middle name. Okay not really, it was 'Mary' but still, you got the picture right?

And that was how she made her own way in this mega fucked up world. Not going to college like Sammy, or following dad's orders like Dean, but by being a loner, never stopping in one place for too long just like their dad had taught them. She didn't want to be found, not yet. Dean's words still stung, and their father? Ha – forget it. He was the master at belittling people, as if she wanted to go back to him with her tail between her legs. No way in hell was that happening – like ever.

So she did what she did best. She was independent and care-free, enjoying going where she wanted, doing what she liked without her dad and Dean chastising her like a child, she even got to hook up with whoever took her interest without worrying what Dean would say or even do – he was annoyingly overprotective like that. So yeah, it was bliss, but lonely too. She missed them when she remembered when things were good. Fighting with Dean over gummy bears and taking turns hiding the TV remote. But since Sammy had left, those moments were few and far between.

Hey, what could she say, life sucked. Especially for a Winchester.

She drove her stolen Ford Mustang towards Burkitsville, Indiana, having caught wind of a possible case. Couples going missing without trace, all at similar times of the year. Yeah, definitely something fishy here. She was a little late to the party though – maybe some other hunters had picked this case up, hell maybe it was all done and dusted, but better safe than sorry. Plus she needed something to kill, she was wound all tight and antsy, the foot that was inching down on the accelerator beginning to bounce up and down.

Hunting wouldn't have been her number one career choice but it gave her a thrill. She liked living life on the edge, and there was nothing more exhilarating than putting yourself in life or death situations. And yes, she was well aware how crazy that sounded but hunting was like a drug – addictive. The more you did it, the more immune you became to the dangers, the more thrills you needed to get that same egotistic hit. Hunting was her drug and one day it would most likely kill her. It was kind of alarming how much that didn't faze her.

She cruised along soundly, bobbing her head to some cheesy 80's hits that blasted out the old radio as she came to the cute little poster-picture town. Pretty much every town looked alright at first, until she came face to face with a demon, a werewolf, a vampire, a horde of ghosts and then Mackenzie figured suburban towns just weren't for her. Like, at all. Nooooo thank you. Even just the thought made her shiver.

She parked her car (well, her stolen car) in front of a gas station, grabbing her bag that looked like a cute little pouched sack but had more than enough weapons to hopefully kick some ass in case of any surprises and stretched rather overdramatically, shaking out her cramped up legs and cracking her back and neck, rolling up her black denim jacket sleeves, wiping away the crumbs from her cheeseburger off her black v-neck tee and scuffed her biker boots along the sidewalk as she strolled around the run down station, passing a few overly-friendly people with their wide smiles and chipper voices that just made Mackenzie want to smack them in the nose. What the hell were they so happy about? And was just about to walk further into town when she heard an annoyed deep yell and immediately thought the worst – some drama-filled shit was going down, maybe if she was lucky she could exert some of her inner frustrations on whatever was happening and threw herself around the corner, skidding to a stop in shock as she saw the familiar black chevy impala parked neatly at the gas station, her own blue Ford Mustang having rolled and crashed into the back of Dean's baby.

Dammit, if that car was here then so was…

Yup. He was. She saw him standing there, arms thrown in the air in frustration, an annoyed look crossing his face as he ranted and raved to Sam next to him, bow legs racing over to inspect the damage – damage that was definitely minimal because the car couldn't have been going rolling more than, what? 2, 3 miles per hours? She doubted it would cause even a scratch but Dean was, well, Dean. What else could she say?

"Who the hell left their car to crash into my baby, huh? So help me god I will kick your ass-"

She rolled her eyes, scoffing under her breath as she folded her arms as she chanted to herself to remain calm but a fiery ball of anger erupted in her stomach – she didn't want to see Dean, not yet, let alone have him steal her case. This was her hunt, she needed to do this, not stand aside so Dean could get all the credit.

Both Dean and Sam had their backs to her, not even realising she was standing less than twenty feet behind them until she let out an angry growl, stomping her foot angrily off the tarmac.

"No, no, no and did I mention no? Pack your shit up and go, I was here first"

Sam and Dean both whipped around at her voice, shock twisting their features as they spotted her.

"Kenzie-"

"Nu uh" she wagged her finger at them, "do you know how much peace I've had since going solo? Because let me tell you something, it will not be broken because you two asshats decide to take a case in some crappy, suburban, apple-pie town. I'm on it and I can handle it, and I certainly don't need you two holding me back. So go"

"What the hell Mackenzie?" uh oh, Dean was mad, he always said her full name when he was pissed, "eight frigging months of nothing, not knowing if you were dead in a ditch somewhere, and after all this time you chew us out? Have you lost your frigging mind?" he shouted, stomping forward as he glowered at her, "no voicemails, no texts, not even a frigging message in Morse code, the least you could've done is let me know you were still breathing"

She cocked a brow, unamused with his rant as she held out her arm, wrist facing upwards, "check my pulse and see for yourself"

"Drop the snark" he snapped, not even letting Sam into this rather one sided conversation, "you don't leave family behind, never mind without some form of contact, I thought I taught you that?"

"Don't try and guilt trip me"

"I damn well will" he nodded heatedly, "you could've been dead for all I knew, do you know how terrifying that is?" and yup, he was definitely going all out with the guilt tripping, "you're my little sister, I'm supposed to protect you-"

"And that is exactly why I left" she interrupted loudly, "I'm twenty-two years old and my big brother is still playing god with my life. You and dad both" she added a little more softly, not failing to notice her brother's flashes of hurt at the mention of their dad, not really understanding why but she carried on, pretending she didn't notice it, "it's pathetic. And after that fight…" she scoffed under her breath, "you expected me to stay after that?"

Dean frowned as Sam noted both their expressions change, a curious expression twisting his features as he nudged Dean beside him.

"Fight? What fight? You never mentioned this"

Dean shot his brother an angry look, "what difference does it make. Little miss selfish was the one that took off"

"You're controlling" she screeched, slamming her open palms off her thighs, "you broke Aaron's nose!"

"He was on top of you"

"We were having sex" she screeched, "consensual sex meaning I let him on top of me you asshole"

"Wait-wait…" Sam stepped between them before things could get violent, "who's Aaron?"

"No-one"

"A guy twice her age" Dean glowered at the reminder of the blowout fight they had, the nail in the coffin so to speak, "he was twice your age Mackenzie and you expected me not to do anything?"

"I expected you to act like a grown up" she snapped, "apologise for barging in, excuse yourself and realise I'm an adult and I'll have sex with whoever I damn well please and not beat the guy within an inch of his life. It was frigging humiliating"

"Yeah, well-" he scoffed, giving her a dirty look, "-better humiliated than knocked up"

"You're a prick"

"Love you too, sis"

"Guys, stop" Sam shook his head, cutting off Dean's sarcastic remark and looking at the two in disappointment, "eight months and this is how you two choose to reunite? Kez-" Sam was using her shortened-shortened nickname, at least he wasn't pissed, "-you should've called. We were both worried, and Dean…" he sighed, like he knew his words wouldn't hit home, "she's right. She's an adult, as long as she's safe then she can sleep with who she wants – you know, like you do"

"That's different" Dean defended and Mackenzie growled under her breath, ready to start throwing punches at her brother.

"No it's really not" Sam stated, "I'm sure kez is smart enough to use condoms, you gave her that talk, remember?"

"Don't remind me" Dean mumbled uncomfortably, "worst moment of my life"

"Okay, thank you" she cut them off sarcastically, "not that I don't love talking about my sex life with my brothers, which – by the way – has gotten a lot more exciting since I ditched your asses-" okay, sue her, she wanted to piss Dean off, idiot deserved it, "-we're kind of off topic here. You two can leave now, I've got it handled here"

Dean crossed his arms stubbornly, "no"

"No? No?" she challenged, "what do you mean no?"

"I mean no" he glowered, "either work with us or you go"

Sam could sense the tension between the two of them and wished they would drop their anger because this was the first time he saw his sister in over a year, hadn't heard from her in eight months, was it so bad he wanted to give her a hug?

He turned to her, pouting a little and channelling his softer eyes, giving her a small genuine smile, "come on Kez, we were always a great team. You don't have to do everything alone, you know"

She narrowed her eyes, well aware he was using his puppy dog eyes super power, "I work better alone"

"And you expect us to believe you've been hunting this past eight months by yourself? All alone? Solo?" Dean scoffed, "ha – yeah right"

"99% of the time, yes" she snapped, "and you know what? I'm still alive and kicking so shut it"

"You shut it"

"So mature Dean"

"You started it"

"Guys" Sam cut them off in exasperation, "both of you shut it so I can give my sister a hug"

Dean just screwed his face up and waved him off as Mackenzie sighed but soon melted into Sam's hug, only now realising how much she missed her brothers, "okay sasquatch, no icky moments now" she warned playfully, pulling back and flashing Sam a half smile, "I missed you" she leaned in a little closer whispering, "definitely more than I missed Dean"

"Hey" Dean shouted, pointing a finger at her, "zip it hoe"

"Screw you dick"

"Guys, please" Sam let out a small laugh, "stop trying to rip each other's heads off. Dean, you were the one not two days ago phoning up all the hospitals in Ohio – again – because they found a Jane Doe worrying it was Kez. Well… she's here, at least show you're pleased to see your sister"

He grunted but peaked up, stuffing his hands in his jeans pockets, "of course I'm glad she's alive, doesn't mean I can't still be pissed"

"You be pissed? Please – if anyone should be pissed it's me dumbass"

"Oh look, here she goes again like a damn broken record-"

"I'll give you broken you little-" Sam caught her around the waist before she could storm up to Dean and deck him in the nose.

"Kez, stop it" Sam warned, "Dean, go get some pie or something" he advised, nodding to the gas station, "and don't come out till you calm down"

"Yes mom" he said sulkily, throwing Mackenzie another dirty look before storming off, driving his impala forward and away from her stolen car, parking it on the other side of the parking lot so it was safe, checking extensively for scratches before stalking into the gas station and leaving her stewing in her own bitter filled rage, her eyes narrowing.

"You cool?" Sam asked hesitantly, watching her fury carefully like a kettle about to overboil.

"You kidding?" she adjusted her black denim jacket, flashing Sam a playful smirk, "I'm always cool"

He chuckled, reaching forward to ruffle her loose hair but he soon got serious, casting a suspicious glance between her and the beat down station Dean was currently residing in, "What did you and Dean really fall out over?" he asked quietly, "because reactions like that don't come from him walking in on you having sex"

"Correction – he stormed in because he heard us through the motel wall" Sam screwed his face up as if to say T.M.I but she just shook her head, "and uh… nothing"

He quirked a brow, "you expect me to believe that?"

"No, not smart Sammy" she winked, "but it's uh… it's complicated. And what the hell you doing back in the game? You gave this life up for a reason"

He winced, a sad expression twisting his features, "something else that's complicated" and she frowned, "it all started because dad's gone missing"

Her eyes widened a little in shock, "dad? Missing? I doubt that" her and her dad had always had a strained relationship but it was still a little unnerving to hear that "he's probably just A.W.O.L"

"Not this time" Sam sighed, "Let me catch you up"

A/N) An opening chapter just to test the waters so to speak haha – if you enjoyed, let me know and thank you so much for reading and giving this story a chance, love you all :)

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