Alright I decided that I wanted to work on something new so here is this!

I have to give some credit to the wonderful sweetkiwi604 for writing with me!

Prologue

One year ago Beatrice, the little sister of Sam and Dean Winchester was kidnapped during a hunt. Dean and Sam were raiding a vampire nest in Colorado and Beatrice while being an amazing hunter hated vampires, it was her only weakness so she stayed in the Impala while her brothers went to take care of the nest. The brothers were gone about a half an hour and by the time they got back to the car she was gone and there was a note was stuck under the windshield wiper.

Hello boys, thanks for the happy meal, it's delicious.

Biscoe

Biscoe was the head of the nest and he was the only vampire who managed to get away that night. The brothers tracked down every nest they could for the first six months until they found Biscoe's new nest. They killed him but Beatrice wasn't there. They looked everywhere that we had tracked Biscoe for the past year but she was no where to be found.

One year, you spend one year looking for your little sister with no sign that she's alive and you start to lose any hope you had of ever finding her.

Chapter 1 - While You Were Sleeping

Sam's P.O.V.

Dean and I couldn't do it anymore, it was worse than when we were looking for our dad. We had looked everywhere, didn't leave a stone unturned and still there was no sign that she even existed anymore but I would never stop looking for her. The first few months that she was gone I refused to sleep all I could think about was that she was out there somewhere waiting and praying for us to find her. Now that we took a break from looking for her I couldn't sleep more than a few hours every couple of days out of necessity and the same with Dean for that matter.

When she first went missing we swore we would never stop looking for her, no matter what it took but after almost a year we were exhausted mentally, physically and if we didn't take a much needed break we would be dead before we found her.

We were staying at a safe house that dad and Bobby used to bring us when we were little kids and we had a few days off. It was an old log cabin in the woods, it wasn't much, it had a small kitchen, a living room with a fireplace and three bedrooms but it was the closest thing we had to a home after Bobby's place was burned down. We had only been here for two days and we were already feeling restless and itching to get back on the road.

I sat at the folding table in the kitchen reading about vampires for the millionth time. I had already memorized just about every word in the book but I still needed to know that there was hope; maybe I had missed something that we could use. Dean stood up from the table and opened the fridge for the third time in the last half hour.

"Dude, we're out of pie! Did you eat my pie?" he growled like I had committed a sin.

"No Dean, I did not eat your pie," I sighed, "You did."

"Well I need more pie," he stated throwing away the empty container.

"Dean, go get your own damn…" I was interrupted by a knock at the door. Dean and I immediately locked eyes, "Who all knows we're here?"

"Nobody, I didn't even tell Garth," he said grabbing two guns off the table; I had been cleaning earlier and tossing one to me.

Dean stood with the back of his shoulder to the door gun in hand ready to fight whatever was on the other side of the door. I walked over to the window a few feet away and moved the curtain back a little to see who or what it was.

I froze unable to believe what I was seeing. I pushed Dean out of the way and swung the door open before he could stop me. He was about to protest when his eyes met those of our little sister standing there on our porch, he was so shocked he actually dropped his gun.

"I…I thought you'd be somewhere that felt like h…home," she stuttered out. I couldn't believe that she was standing right in front of me after all this time.

She looked so different that when I first looked out the window I almost didn't recognize her. She was literally skin and bones and the torn clothes she had on looked three sizes too big, her hair was just a few inches short of reaching her elbows, and she was covered in dried blood, dirt and grime. There were multiple cuts, bruises and scars from God knows what but what scared me the most was the empty look in her eyes, like nobody was even in there anymore.

"Snuffles?" I asked and saw a small smile tug at the corner of her mouth at the sound of her nickname that I had given to her for her love of Snuffleupagus from Sesame Street.

"Trixxie," Dean breathed out just as taken back as I was.

"Hey guys," she said so quietly I almost couldn't hear it. A single tear rolled down her face when she started swaying on her feet, I caught her just in time before she hit the ground.

I carried her in and laid her gently on my bed. When we would stay here with dad or Bobby, Dean and I were supposed to share one room and Snuffles was supposed to sleep in her own room. It never quite worked out that way though; she would start out in her own bed and at some point in the night end up in mine.

I saw Dean reach over and lift her lip up carefully checking to see if she had been changed before he left to go get stuff we would need for her such as clothing, medical supplies and food since all we had was alcohol and lot of it. Even though we did need everything he had left to go get I knew he really just needed time out of the house to pull himself together after seeing how small and frail she looked. I often wondered if he blamed himself for her kidnapping, like he was somehow personally responsible and I constantly wanted to talk to him about it but decided it was best if I never brought it up.

While he was gone I tried to clean her up the best that I could. I got a wet wash cloth and started gently wiping away the dirt and blood with holy water just to make sure she hadn't been possessed, luckily she wasn't. As the dirt washed off I was relieved to see that most of it was old and she had only a few open wounds that we would have to take care of when Dean came back. I was horror struck at the sight of how skinny she was, her shoulders and knees looked like they were about to break through the skin at any moment a clear sign she hadn't eaten since God knows when, I didn't know how she was still alive. And that's when I knew it was going to be difficult to keep her that way but there was no way she was going down without a fight. I was sickened to know that something could do this to my little snuffles, I was her older brother the one who used to comfort her when she was sick or scared and I didn't protect her from this.

Dean came back after a short time and I could see that the sight of our little sister sickened him too but he didn't say anything. He just pulled out a pair of pajamas and handed them to me as he started setting up an IV. I stared at him for a minute shocked that he had gotten an IV from somewhere and didn't even want to think about how he got it.

When she was in clean clothes and hooked up to the IV to get fluids into her we both just stood there unsure of what to do or say next. Our sister was no longer the strong, courageous girl like she was before she was taken. She was now an empty, broken shell of her former self. At eighteen years old she had been through more than anyone could even dream of, when we were looking for her we never thought about what kind of condition she would be in when we finally found her and we definitely weren't expecting this.

She was broken into a million little pieces like a jigsaw puzzle and now it was our job to either find all the pieces so that we could try our best to put her back together.

Dean's P.O.V.

Three days ago when Sam swung the door open to reveal our little sister standing there empty, broken and starved I felt like my world had stopped.

Sam and I agreed to take turns staying up to watch her through the night but neither of us left her side other than to use the bathroom. We sat quietly and watched her intently scared that if we took our eyes off of her she would disappear. I knew that she needed to wake up soon to try and eat something before she totally wasted away but all we could do was hope and pray.

I kept running the night she went missing over and over again in my head like I had done for the past year trying to figure out where we went wrong. But just like every other time all I could come up with was that Biscoe knew we were coming, was waiting somewhere safe and saw my Trixxie sitting in the car waiting for us and decided to make his move. I blamed myself for this if I had just done my job right she would have never gone missing and we wouldn't be here right now. I never even checked to make sure he was in the damn building!

Those first nine months she was missing I was so blood thirsty. I killed as many vampires as I could with Sammy trailing right behind me, I knew it was wrong to drag him around like that but I got the feeling he didn't mind slaughtering as many evil sons of bitches as he could too. So we moved from town to town tracking Biscoe, killing every blood sucking monster we could find, in the past year we had taken out thirty-six nests and the last one was Biscoe's newer nest but Trixxie wasn't there, we looked everywhere and still we couldn't find her.

I became dark and distant killing everything I could get my hands on, it got so bad that I almost took Sam's head off with a machete one night at a gas station after he had suggested we stopped for the night all because I didn't want to and went to take my anger out on him. He had to pin me down to the ground and wrestle the machete out of my hand, that's when I snapped, I couldn't be that hunter who let the anger of his sister's kidnapping get the better of him, I knew I had to control myself. That's when Sam suggested that we took a break for a week or two and come here.

We were reunited with her after what felt like an eternity and I had no idea what to do. I wasn't sure if we could fix her like I once believed we could, she was so broken but I would do anything and everything in my power to fix this, to fix her. The only thing I could think when I looked at baby sister was this was all my fault and I will never forgive myself for not protecting her.

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