Chapter 1:

She had made the decision a while ago that she'd find her father herself. She had packed her bag and began to leave, her little nine-year-old feet nearing the door. It had been weeks. Weeks. And without her father, she was forced to spend her time at school instead of on hunts. Quite boring actually. The fifth grade was old news. Stick on tattoos and silly bands were boring compared to what she had done in her lifetime. Sure, sometimes, she stayed home but when she didn't-when she didn't it was spectacular.

Hannah Winchester needed to find her father.

But as she left, a foot stepped in front of her. A big one, one belonging to her older brother, Dean.

"Where are you going?" He had asked, looking pissed, pissed and maybe a tad bit hurt.

"Um…yeah, just smoking my nightly cigarette." Hannah thought up lies quickly unfortunately, she never thought them through. Cigarettes, really?

"You don't smoke."

"Not to your knowledge." Hannah seems so sure of herself, so confident. Her insides rattle as she steps back from Dean who blocks the doorway.

"Excuse me?"

"What? I didn't say anything. Did you hear something? I was just going to bed." Hannah turns to leave. No more confidence. She acts guilty.

Dean grabs her arm. She turns back.

"Yeah, didn't think so."

"What were you doing? Running?" Dean asks this with such anger, such pain. Hannah shivers.

"No."

"Really?"

"No."

Hannah was never great at lying. But she did frequently. To her brothers, her father, the police, classmates. She seemed to keep so many secrets. They tore her apart.

"Running. Why? You don't leave the room, you know that."

"Yep, been reminded a few times." She was so young and had already picked up sarcasm. Now, that she got it she tended to use it frequently along with her steady rhythm of cursing.

"Stop it with the attitude, please."

"I think you have the attitude." Hannah pokes Dean in the chest.

He looks at her, cautioning her to step to back, to calm down.

"Sorry." She makes an awkward face.

"You were trying to find dad, weren't you?"

"What? No." So guilty, it was in her throat, her bones, she kept many secrets but none of them were her own. "Yeah. Yeah. That was-yeah."

"We are going to find him."

"That's what you said two weeks ago and then four days ago then yesterday. Still nothing. So, please, tell me a date, a time, and sure I'll go back to bed."

"You know I can't."

"Then I'm going. I'm his daughter, I'm not letting him slip away." Hannah is serious now, determined. She'd find him if no one else would.

"Hannah, go to bed, we can continue the search in the morning. I'll let you skip school."

"Gee, thanks but I don't need your shitty handouts. I wasn't going to school anyway."

"I got that." Despite his anger, he had humor in his voice, he knew what Hannah would propose, he knew he'd end up winning.

Hannah reaches for the door handle and begins to turn it, but Dean pulls it shut.

"No. Dad would want you to stay here." Dean has surpassed anger and gone straight to ruthlessness. Hannah wouldn't be leaving. Not with him still conscious. "With me." He finishes trying to sound desperate.

That's the way it worked with Sam. He would act disappointed. Act depressed. And it would be all he needed to get Sam back in his room.

But Sam was gone. For what? Four years now. No phone calls or text messages. Just blankness. Hannah was not like Sam at all. She never wanted to be like him and in many ways never would.

"Dad is gone. He can yell at me after."

"Or I can yell at you now."

"Oh, come on Dean. Why do this verbally. Fight me. Right her, right now, let's go." Hannah hops to her feet, bouncing on her toes. She was so small compared to the six-foot man but she'd try.

Dean laughed. He laughed at her and she wasn't angry because indeed it was humorous.

"Fine then." Dean watches Hannah circle him with her fists ready.

"Okay, I win then I can go. You win then I stay. Deal?"

Dean nods and gets into stance.

Hannah did not win.

But she ended up being fine. Dean wouldn't hurt her too bad. She was, after all, his sister. His little sister. She woke up the next morning with a slightly bruised rib and a sprained ankle. Nothing she couldn't handle.

Hannah was relieved when they both got into the Impala and left the hotel. She didn't know where they were going but she knew it was better than just sitting on her hands.