I hate waking up Kenz, especially after only sleeping for about an hour but it was time to hit the road. If I don't wake her up she'll be mad she won't be able to shower.
"Hey kiddo, come on its time to get up. Garth called with a hunt the next state over in Cottageville, West Virginia. Come on it's your favorite, a vengeful spirit." I gently shake her shoulder, incase she didn't hear me, and she wakes up.

"Wh't t'm s'it?" poor kid sounded so tired, I wish we could stay just a few more hours so she could sleep.

"it's about nine-thirty a.m. come on kiddo you can sleep in the car after your shower." she was still in the same cloths she wore on the hunt, because she was too tired to change out of them. She was having a hard time keeping her eyes open and I felt so bad that I was dragging her from the warm bed. I grabbed her by both arms and pulled her to her feet. She somehow managed to catch her left foot behind her right foot and tripped into my arms. Clearly she want going to make it to the bathroom on her own.

"Okay." I said putting my arms around her and practically carried her to the bathroom.

I was trying to be cautious of her right side and hip, which were all bruised and cut up from landing in a pile of broken glass and planks of wood from when the spirit threw her. I don't blame her for being so tired, I really don't. In the past two days the one hour of sleep I just pulled her from is the only sleep she's gotten. I sat her on the edge of the bathtub, leaning her against the wall, and turned the shower on. I made sure she wasn't going to fall over before I left closing the door behind me. She would probably be in there for about five minutes or so before she actually go in. Sam was already loading his bags into the trunk of Baby when I walked outside with my bags in one hand one one of Kenz's in the other. It was nice out the sun was shining and there was a cool breeze, a perfect spring day. Kenz wouldn't like it though, she doesn't like the sun anymore then your average person likes getting stitches. After about five minutes I herd the shower hooks bang together at the sound of her getting into the shower. I decided it was a good time to take her the cloths to her that I had pulled out of her bag before sticking it in the Impala. I cracked the door just to make sure I wasn't going to see a part of my half sister I didn't want to see, I set the cloths under her towel on the sink before sliding back out of the bathroom pulling the door shut.

Sam and I never knew about our half sister till about two and a half years ago when we found out who she was while hunting our second Buru Buru. Our half brother Adam never told us about our sister. She went to a military school for the past five years so she never came up in any conversation we had with him. When Adam and their mom died she moved in with her moms sister, Aunt Linda, in Missouri. She was never mixed up with the whole Michael, Lucifer vessel thing. Then her Aunt was infected with ghost sickness and died before any of us could stop it. When she told us her name was Mackenzie Milligan and her brother Adam and mom had both been murdered Sam and I had to find out if we were related or not. Turns out dad didn't have only boys, he had three boys and one girl. Turns out that for whatever reason dad raised her as a hunter, telling her she was a tough cookie and needed to learn how to look out for herself when he wasn't around. He didn't raise Adam as a hunter for a reason that is unknown to any of us. Kenz is a lot younger then us, she's only seventeen, but she's one hell of a hunter. Nearly as good as Sammy and myself.

So here we are in a small town in Ohio hunting with out little sister Mackenzie Mary Milligan. She said dad felt it was only right to give her our moms name as a middle name. As part of her training dad told her she has two half brothers, both hunters, and when the time came she would be united with us. Of cores she was only twelve he he told her that and she didn't understand anything about that besides that she had two other brothers. Sammy and I try our best to look out for her and protect her as best as we can because we both know that's what dad would have wanted and if we don't protect her knowing him he'll come back and haunt us for being bad big brothers. She doesn't make it easy though, she got the Winchesters stubborn trait. Dad was right about one thing thought, she is one though cookie. I have seen this girl thrown through more walls, down more flights of stairs, and off more balconies then even I can count. Amazingly she's never broken a single bone. Sure there was that time she was dropped off a balcony and dislocated her left shoulder, and that time she bruised a couple of ribs when a demon threw her down a flight of broken wooden stairs, but stuff like that happens. When she does get beat up she puts herself back together rarely asking for help unless something needs popping back into place or she needs stitches somewhere she cant reach. And when Sam or I gets injured she plays nursemaid and puts us back together piece by broken piece.

Kenz opens the bathroom door and had hoisted her bathroom bag over her shoulder. her face looking a little pained at this action. I see her flinch as the unexpected sunlight reaches her face and she raised an arm to her face to block out the sunlight. At that moment Sam reaches into the back seat, Kenz's seat, and pulls out her sunglasses and sunblock, taking it to her before she has the chance to, God forbid, tan.
She puts on the sunglasses and trades the sunscreen Sam's holding for the bag she had thrown over her shoulder before disappearing back into the bathroom.
When she emerges two minutes later she smells of sunscreen and despite the fact that her sunglasses were so black you couldn't see her eyes I knew sleep was overtaking her and she would be out within minutes of the drive.