I can't help it. I'm scared. Dean is missing once again and he didn't tell anyone where he was going… once again. I was pacing around the Bunker and Sam was trying to go through Dean's files to try to find out where he went.

"You could help me you know?" he said, but I ignored him, "(Y/N)! Help me!" He was quickly losing his temper with me and I knew that, but I couldn't do anything. Sam was used to Dean doing this sort of thing, but this was only the third time he's run out. "My God! You're useless! More so then usual!" Sam stood up and yelled, throwing his book on the table making a loud bang.

I was shocked. I was already on the brink of tears! "Y-You think I'm useless?" I asked, tears falling down my cheeks.

"(Y/N)… Are- Are you crying?" Sam asked.

"Of course I'm crying! I fought with Dean, and now he's gone! And you just said that I'm always useless!" I cried, "And it doesn't help that I'm close to my period Sam!" He tried to reach out to me, but I just backed away. "If I'm so useless, I might as well go! You and Dean would be better without me! That's what you're thinking right?" I ran to my room and slammed the door in Sam's face as he tried to follow me.

"(Y/N)! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to yell at you! I'm sorry!" Sam yelled through the door.

"Go away! Sam! Just go away!" I cried. And he did.

It's been two weeks now, and Dean hasn't come back. My period had come and gone, but I still didn't leave my room. Sam was right. I am useless. I might as well not even try to be a hunter. "(Y/N)?" Sam said through the door, "I think I got a lead on Dean. I'm going to go get him." I didn't say anything because I don't think Sam still understood that what he said hurt me so bad for a reason.

I heard the door to the Bunker close and I gave it an hour before I got into action. I grabbed my duffle bags and packed everything into them. I packed my clothes in one and all my important items in the other. I had very few things that are important to me, but there were a few. I packed all the pictures of Dean, Sam, Cas, Bobby, and me, my books, and my guns.

I then went to the garage and took Dorothy's old motorcycle, and I left into the night and didn't look back… okay maybe once.

Hey Guys! This is a actual chapter story I've been writing for about three months now! I hope you like it, because there are more chapters to come. I still have no idea how long it will go, but I'm hoping to keep it going for a long time. I love you guys and I hope you like it