Okay, quick version of my life story. My parents were friends of John Winchester, (and ex-hunters, but not the point..) anyway, they died when I was 15. A car accident. I didn't have anyone else so John took me along with him and his sons Sam and Dean. Sam was 3 years younger than me, and Dean was a year older. It's been 11 years of moving around and living out of a duffel bag, and I kinda love it. I get to travel around the country and I don't have to pay taxes, so there's that. So Sam gets into Stanford, and there's this huge fight and John kicks him out. It's been 2 years since that fight, Dean and I are together and John's missing. Dean decides we should go pick up Sam.
SPOV
"Do we have to get Sam?" I ask Dean, turning down the radio. He glares at me.
"Babe, don't touch that. And yes, we do. Dad's missing and he should know." He says, turning it up.
"I'm just saying, he took the college route, Dean. He got out. Who are we to drag him back in?"
"We're his family, Soph. Family helps family." He said and stared at the road ahead.
We got to Stanford after midnight, which means that we have to go in the back door. We climb the stairs and find Sam's apartment, and I pick the lock on the door. Dean steps on a creaky floorboard as we walk in and I glare at him. Sam comes in and they wrestle around until I can't watch anymore. I step away from the door frame and shake my head.
"Okay, playtime's over." Sam looks up at me and grins. I smirk. Both boys stand up.
"Sophie! You look great." Sam says, walking over and pulling me in for a hug.
"You too, Sammy." I tell him, with a smile. He looked the same.
"Sam?" A voice calls out, and the light turns on to reveal a leggy blonde standing by the stairs.
"Jess, this is Dean, and Sophie. Dean, Sophie, this is my girlfriend Jessica." Sam introduces us, and I wave at her. She waves back shyly. She was wearing white shorts and a smurfs crop top.
"Dean, what are you guys doing here?" Sam asks, standing next to Jess. Oh boy..
"Dad hasn't been home in a few days." Dean says simply.
"So? He'll come around in a few days." Sam says curtly.
"Let me try again. Dad's on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days." Sam's eyes widen.
"Jess, I'll be right back." He tells her as he walks out the door with us and towards the stairs.
"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the devil's gates in Clifton? He was missing both those times too. He's always missing and he always shows up." Sam says heading down the stairs behind Dean, and I'm already hurrying down the stairs in the lead.
"Never for this long, Sammy. You coming." Dean asks him, not looking back, as he walks down the stairs.
"No." Sam says, and Dean turns around. Couldn't we have at least made it to the car?
"No?" Dean asks him.
"I swore I was done hunting. For good." Sam tells him, crossing his arms."
"It wasn't easy but it can't have been that bad." Dean says turning around and walking down the rest of the stairs. I practically ran after that, and made my way to the Impala and leaned against it. I figured they needed to talk.
"The weapon training and the melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors." I heard Sam say as they walked towards the car.
"So what are you gonna do? Live some normal, apple pie life? That it?" Dean asked him.
"Not normal. Safe." Sam tells him.
"And that's why you ran away?" Dean asked him, and I roll my eyes.
"Hey, it was just college, Dean. Dad's the one who said if I was going to stay gone. That's what I'm doing." Sam replies.
"Dad's in serious trouble here, if he's not already dead, I can feel it." Dean tells him. Sam doesn't say anything so Dean looks at me. Then back to Sam.
"We can't do this alone." He tells Sam, and Sam scoffs.
"Yes you can. You have Sophie." Sam says.
" We don't want to." Dean tells him and Sam looks at me and I nod slowly. Sam sighs.
"So what was he hunting?' He asks and Dean walks to the trunk and props it open with a shotgun. He rifles around looking for something.
"Where did I put that?" He mumbles digging around in the arsenal in the trunk.
"So why weren't you guys with him?" Sam asks as Dean continues his search for the folder.
"We were working our own gig, a voodoo thing in New Orleans." I tell him, since Dean was distracted.
"Dad let you do a job alone?" Sam asked surprised, and Dean looks up and smirks at him.
"I'm 26, and she's 25." He tells him, and I finally relent and reach in and grab the folder.
"Thanks, Soph." He kisses my forehead and pulls out the articles, not noticing Sam's shock and then his huge grin. I just shrug and stand next to Dean.
"Dad was investigating this two-lane blacktop in Jericho, a month ago this guy disappears, and they find his car but not him." Dean hands him an article. I look over the other pages.
"Along with 10 other guys over the last 20 years. Same road, same deal, cars but no guys. It got more frequent so John went to check it out." I told him, showing him the other articles.
"That was three weeks ago." Dean says reaching into a bag and pulling out a recorder.
"Then yesterday, I get this voicemail, 'Dean, something big happening.. I need to figure out what's going on.. Be careful, and take care of Sophie.'" Sam looks up.
"There's EVP on that." Sam announces.
"Just like riding a bike, huh Sammy?" Dean says smirking and I roll my eyes, smiling a bit.
"Ignore him. So I ran it through a gold wave and got this. 'I can never go home.' Creepy right?"
"I left you alone, never asked you for anything for 2 years." Dean says closing the trunk.
"Fine. But I have to be back by Monday." Sam tells him.
"Why?" Dean cocks his head to the side. God, I love when he does that..
"I have an interview." Sam says.
"A job interview? Skip it." Dean says casually. I nudge him with my elbow.
"Law school." Sam says after a minute.
"Sam! That's amazing. Good for you." I tell him, grinning. He smiles and heads back inside.
"Law school?" Dean asks, turning to stand in front of me. I smirk.
"It's a great opportunity for him. Leave it alone, Dean." I tell him and lean up to kiss him.