Chapter One:

Adjusting the khaki duffel across my torso, I knocked on the moulding door of the salvage yard that I've spent too many years of my life in to count.

I heard a few shuffles from the inside before the door pulled open. His eyes were open wide in alertness, with half of his body covered by the door because he was most likely holding a pistol against it with his other hand. His entire body instantly sagged from its tense state as his eyes settled on me, and then his expression quickly switched into a fatherly scowl.

"You're in a lot of trouble young lady!", Bobby huffed pushing the rest of the door open as his eyes immediately softened with a frown as he pulled me roughly into a hug.

I was a little taken back by his actions since he was never the hugging type but then again I wasn't surprised since what has happened not even a week ago. We tend to get huggy when bad things happen, especially when we lose someone.

His arms locked around me firmly as I heard him let out a heavy breath, and I wrapped my hands across his torso clenching my eyes shut tightly, hoping to not let any tears fall. "Hey, Bobby", I mumbled softly into his chest, my throat burning as I tried to keep my emotions from spilling out. The last thing I wanted to do was cry again but it was hard not to when someone you look at like a father is comforting you, as well as comforting themselves.

I know that we were both thinking about how Sam wasn't here anymore, and we both needed this to remember to keep fighting. I lost a brother, and I know to Bobby it's like he lost a son.

After a long minute, Bobby's arms loosened and he pulled away but his hands remained on my shoulders as he looked down at me.

"How you doing, kid?", he asked legitimately concerned, looking into my red puffed light brown eyes for any sign of an answer. Eyes that seem empty and hallow now that they've seen all the damage in the world. Too much blood and pain. So much suffering and innocence taken away.

"Fine...", I shrugged a little, even though I was the furthest from 'fine'.

"Good", he grinned with a slight nod before he swiftly flicked his wrist and smacked me upside the head.

"Ow! Bobby, what the hell?", I yelled rubbing my sore head in surprise, not expecting that at all but then again it's Bobby. There's always a Winchester he's scowling at and lecturing them. Mostly Dean and I, we tend to get ourselves in the most trouble. Sometimes S-Sam. Damn, I really need to stop thinking about him.

"You know damn well what that's for! What were you thinking, kid? You can't just run off and scare Dean half to death like that!", Bobby lectured, waving the hand he whacked me with around and I slightly pulled back hoping not to get hit again.

"I left a note..." I mumbled under my breath, now beginning to feel guilty for what I did to my brother.

"You what? You left a note? Oh, that's okay then. I'm sorry, I take that back, Stormy. It's okay that you stole money from your brother, snuck out and hotwired a car in the middle of the night, not letting anyone know where the hell you were for two damn days!", he yelled, his voice getting louder and louder with each word.

"Look, I know I screwed up okay. I know!", I finally yelled, raising my hands up in defeat and then I took a deep breath as I turned around and rubbed my face in frustration, trying to get a hold of myself before I turned back to face Bobby. "Look... I just couldn't be there anymore Bobby. In that house with Lisa and Ben"

"You need to be with your brother in a time like this, Stormy. You need each other to get pass this."

"Bobby...", I sighed in frustration. "We were barely holding it together. We weren't even communicating. Dean was in his own little misery party and faking to be okay for Lisa and Ben's sake. He had a reason to be strong, for them. But me... I don't belong there, Bobby. I can't just sit there and do nothing, it was driving me insane. I need to get back out there, I need to..."

"No! No way, kid. You are not hunting, especially not on your own!", he demanded with absolute refusal and I wasn't surprised at all about it.

"I just need a car, Bobby and I'll be out of your hair", I pleaded, trying to get him to comply.

"I said no, Stormy! I'm not letting you hunt on your own. Sam didn't want that! He wanted you and Dean to get out of this life and be normal."

"I know...", I breathed out guiltily in defeat unable to look at him, finding my worn out monochrome Converse sneakers more interesting.

When Sam made the decision of jumping into the pit, he made Dean and I promise that when he was gone that we'd get out of the life. That we'd stop hunting and start living. We both told him we would, but now that it's all said and done, I don't think I can keep my promise. Dean had Lisa and Ben, and I had no part in that. I can't just stay with Bobby either in his salvage yard. I feel like I needed to be on my own, start a new page and leave everything behind and maybe try and pretend like it didn't exist so it was easier to cope with. I obviously knew that wasn't healthy but I just need to get away.

"He would want you to go back to school, make some friends and actually graduate from high school", Bobby explained as he placed his palm on my back and guiding me to the couch in the living room, making me sit down and settling on the couch across from me.

"I know...", I said again, nodding my head, "But I can't do that with Dean and his new family...", I spat a little too sourly making Bobby give me a look, "... and I can't do that here either, Bobby. I need a new town, with new people and a new identity."

Bobby listened to me and dropped his head with a sigh as he adjusted the baseball cap on his head in agitation. "I know that once you set your mind on something, there's no way to stop you. And even if I say no, you're going to ignore me and go off in the middle of the night just like you did with Dean", he breathed out in frustration and a shake of his head. "Dean's not going to like this..."

"I don't care...", I grumbled under my breath.

"Hey, watch it", Bobby scolded, pointing a finger at me. "That boy would go to the end of the earth and back for you, you know that."

And I did. There's nothing Dean wouldn't do for his little sister. If I asked him to leave Lisa and Ben for me, he will. I know he'll make that sacrifice for me but I would never do that to him. After everything this family has been through, Dean deserves to settle down and to just be happy. He deserves to live the normal life with the white picket fence. I can never be that selfish and be the one to take it away from him. He needs to do this.

I don't think we'd cope very well after losing our brother if it was just the two of us. Don't get me wrong, Dean and I get along fine. Yes, we fight on occasion but most of the time it's because we are too alike. That's why it'll be bad. We don't know how to deal with our emotions. We like the keep everything in, bottle it all up inside and just hunt angrily and aimlessly making us just feel more empty then actually healing . And that's not healthy at all. We'd just end up at each other's throats the whole time. In times like these, Sam's the one who's the mediator and gets us talking and handling out stubbornness. But Sam is the reason we're hurting, and he isn't here anymore.

"I know... but now that I have to opt out of the hunting life, I'm going to need to make my own choices of where to go from here", I explained, hoping Bobby would get my side.

"I understand that, Stormy. But it's not a good time to be on your own", Bobby said softly, giving me a sympathising look.

"I need to be on my own, Bobby", I tried to explain softly, giving him a look desperate need to get out.

He rolled his eyes, "Winchesters... always the stubborn bunch", he muttered annoyed as he got up from the couch. "I'm going to call your brother and tell him you're here. He's been worried sick about you, searching everywhere trying to find you even though he knows you're long gone. I guess we figured you'd show up here sooner or later."

"Sorry...", I mumbled an apology that I knew would never suffice for the worry I put them through.

Bobby picked up his old corded home phone attached to the timber door frame of the next room, pulling it up to his ears as he began dialing the number.

"After Dean stops yelling at the other end of the receiver we can find a nice place for you to stay and enrol you back in school", Bobby tried being supportive as he gave me a small smile.

I gave him a nod, turning away and mumbled under my breath, "oh, I already have a place in mind", I grinned, not wanting to hear the phone call to my brother and walked out into Bobby's big yard filled with piles and piles of old cars, metal parts and wayward tires.

I ran my fingers through my wavy short dark brown hair which barely reached my shoulders, letting out a well needed breath from being off Bobby's chopping block.

Beacon Hills, California.

That's where I was heading. I researched places to go after I left Dean, and found the very weird town of Beacon Hills. It seemed like they have a werewolf problem. And there's nothing more therapeutic then slicing the head off a werewolf with a machete glistening in the light of a full moon. And the high school education there didn't look half bad. So I can do what everyone wants me to do and graduate but also rid a town of its beasts. No one would have to know about the latter though. And there's no way I was letting Bobby know where I was heading, because with one Google search he'll know Beacon Hills isn't just known for their excellent higher education.

All I need is a car.

I looked around Bobby's Salvage yard. There wasn't much cars that were actually drivable and not in pieces. My converse crunched across the gravel as I headed towards the garage at the cars Bobby would've been working on. There were a couple old muscle cars, a Mustang, Dodge Charger, Ford GT Torino which really suited the Winchester style but I needed something a little more inconspicuous for a sixteen year old teenager.

My eyes laid on an old black 1979 Ford Bronco and I smiled.

Sorry, Bobby.

Writer's Note:

So, there you go!

That was chapter one of my new crossover for Teen Wolf and Supernatural. This story idea keeps bouncing around in my head, and I thought it was time to finally put it down on pen and paper... okay, on Microsoft Word lol.

Anyway, I hope you're excited for it!
Please leave a review, it feeds me to keep going and keep motivated.

Hope we have fun!
Rose x.