Hey y'all! This is my first supernatural fanfic, so be gentle, enjoy!

Sarah Winchester, for a very good reason, did not like being awaken at 2 am by the shriek of her cell phone.

When the annoying tone went off, she jerked awake and sat up so quickly that she banged her head on the shelf that sat right above her crappy motel bed.

"Damn it!" She cussed, cleary fueled with exhaustion and pain with the newly forming bruise on her forehead, and picked up her phone from the nightstand, about to give whatever idiot woke her up (and practically crippled her at unholy hours of the night) a piece of her mind.

Untill she saw the caller ID.

Dean Winchester

Not good

Kicking off her covers she threw the phone down on the ground and it slide across the tile to the small kitchen area right between the table and chairs. She rapidly started packing her things, throwing clothes into bags at random and shoving her files and papers that sat on the table into folders.

The phone had stopped ringing so she grabbed that off the floor and put it in her duffle. Bags slug over her shoulder her ran outside, barefoot, and sprinted to her old blue pickup. Throwing her stuff into the passenger seat she rammed the keys into the ignition with shaking hand and drove out of the parking lot, double the speed limit onto the road with only one thought,

Get as far way as possible.

Because right then, the last person she wanted to talk to was her oldest brother.

Couldn't someone take a hint? She though not talking to someone for almost 4 years was a pretty good one. Distance is what she wanted, that's what made her similar to her second oldest brother Sam, except she wasn't trying to get away from the life she was oh so unfortunately born into, she was trying to get away from her family, which must sound pretty selfish, until you met them.

Sarah was the only one on the deserted road in the woods, and was almost certain she was heading east towards Idaho, because she was in Washington and had just finished up at a 'job'.

That's the life she was born into. Killing, destroying, and exercising, the unfortunate amount of evil in the world. She saved life's, she was a hero, Sarah Winchester was a name that should have made people tremble with relief and monsters shake with fear.

Except that wasn't part of the deal, instead she got dirty motel rooms and gas station food. She's never even had a room before and instead gotten to bunk with her dad and two brothers for 16 years of her life, she got to see more dead people in a week than a coroner does in a year. That was part of the deal.

Glancing in the review mirror, she checked on what glanced back at her. Green eyes that should have shone with adrenaline were murky and had bags underneath them, her high cheek bones had red spots on them and her long brown hair was matted and oily instead of smooth and shiny. Looking down then back at the road she realised she was still in sweats and t-shirt.

She needed a place to stop.

But she couldn't do that, not when Dean had just called her, which means he needed to find her, and phones had traceable numbers which Dean would use if somthing bad had happened and he really needed to find her, she first though of Sam, who was safe and sound at Stanford trying to leave his old life behind, he was trying to get out of the life and away from his family. Sam had left Dean and Dad only a few days after she had left them all.

Wonder if he feels guilty about leaving them

She's not sure she does

Sarah was 16 when she left, her and Dean had a big fight about it when Sam and Dad were out, busy with a 'job', they had both said some very choice things that night.

"Why don't you get it! I've done nothing but follow you boys around like a pet for 16 years, just let me go." Sarah had screamed at him.

"You don't know what your doing, where are you gunna go, huh? How many people are gunna let a little girl wander on the side of the highway and not ask questions?"

"Im not a kid any more Dean, I can take care of myself, I'm going to leave tonight and you can't stop me!" She tried to march past him but he blocks the doorrway with his frame.

"Why? Why do you want to leave? It sure as hell ain't because your so tired of us, give me one good reason why you wanna go and maybe, just maybe, I will let you walk out this door right now"

She stared at her shoes, not because she was avoiding speaking to him, but because she didnt want to see the disappointment in his eyes, but she really didn't have a better answer, she was really done with her family right now, maybe cause she felt like they didn't respect her. Come on, she slept on motel couches her whole life, she was done being girl for one and girl for all.

"Move Dean, please." She said quietly.

He really did not want to move right then, but he knew that even if he managed to keep her inside that night that Sarah would sneak of first chance she got, so instead of yelling Dean spoke in a dangerously soft voice.

"I will let you walk out that door right now, but don't you ever come back."

So she did.

And she didn't.

Sarah was jerked back into reality when her truck hit a pothole. She jerked the weel around to keep from swerving off the road and into a ditch, which would have been the highlight of her night actually.

She remember the only time she had spoken to Dean since that night was 5 days later, when he called her from a pay phone, she answered thinking he was going to beg and plead her to come find them, that him and Sam and dad realised that she needed more respect and freedom, and her own room, and he missed her.

"Sam went to Stanford." Was all he said, and all she would hear from him for four years.

It was actually the most simply four years of her life. People were very willing to give money to a sad looking girl on the side of the road, people were also very easy to steal from, and easy to let a sixteen year old convince them to her check into a motel room without an adult.

She still hunted of course, with an assortment of equipment she collected overtime, the classic guns and knives stored neatly in the compartment in her truck(which she hade stolen and removed and replaced the plates from)but also some other necessitates, like wooded stakes, various animal bones, and on occasion, bottles of dead man's blood. It was the life for her, she even went to see Sam, even though it was only for an awkward five minutes. He had a girlfriend now.

Overall she was doing fine, it had been four years and she was free and hunting and living all on her-

The cell phone rang again

Sorry if there's any bad grammar, still kinda new at writing fanfics, anyway R&R please!