I figure if I get two parts up in the space of five minutes at least people have something to read until I update again :) Hope it's okay! If it's a bit confusing let me know but hopefully everything will be explained in the next couple of chapters!

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I had been staring at the same spot for hours, my gaze fixed on the small phone that sat on my kitchen table. A phone I could not bring myself to pick up and dial the number I still had engrained in my memory from years before. Get it together Maddie. There's a very good chance they won't even answer. I sighed. I was beginning to think calling my brothers was not my best option. But what other option did I have. I was in way over my head, and now that Theo was gone … I couldn't get him back on my own.

It wasn't like I had many friends. Once I moved here I isolated myself from the people around me, leaving the house only when necessary. I would ditch school, instead going to hang with the kids who spent their day smoking around the corner from the campus. It wasn't one of my proudest choices. Then, on my walk home from school on my fifteenth birthday, I came across Theo Jones. I'd seen him around school but he kept to himself mostly. He was like me. Abandoned by his hunter family. So we stuck together. We became a team, hunting the supernatural beings close by to us and keeping each other alive. Then I made a stupid mistake which led to him being captured by a coven of vampires we were hunting, and me being shot in the shoulder, unable to go after him.

A sigh bought me back to the present. I had to call them. Despite the fact they all but abandoned me, they were still my brothers. Still my family. Surely that means they would want to help me? My hands were shaking as I dialled the number, swearing as I dropped the phone. Calm down. I scolded myself as I picked it up and pressed the call button, bringing the phone to my ear with overwhelming nervousness.

"Hello?" He answered the phone curtly. His voice was deeper then I remembered.

"Um, hi." I stuttered, mentally slapping myself before clearing my throat. "Hey, Sam. It's uh … It's Maddie." I held my breath as the line went silent.

"Who?" My heart dropped. Nothing had changed. I was no longer hopeful; regret was now seeping into my body.

"Maddie. Your little sister. Remember me?"

"Oh, Maddie! Hey! Um, look, I'm sorry about everything and about –" I cut him off.

"Leave it. I don't want to hear your excuses." I let my anger show in my voice, my pain and hurt clearly evident. "Trust me when I say I wouldn't be calling unless it was absolutely necessary. I need your help." He went silent for a moment.

"Uh, sure. With what?" His voice was choked.

"Not over the phone. It's a case. But it's easier for me to explain in person." I was no longer sure this was a good idea.

"A case? You mean you're hunting?" He suddenly got stern, reminding me of how dad would get every time I suggested doing something deemed normal to others, but a horrible idea for us.
"Of course I'm hunting Sam. I was born into the life. You can't just expect me to stop. That's not how it works." I sighed into the mouthpiece. "Look, I'll text you my address. If you guys want to come, then come. But I wont blame you if you don't. It's not like I hold a place in your life anymore." I hung up the phone as the first tear slipped down my face.

Barely twelve hours later the unmistakeable low grumble of the Impala's engine came to a halt as it turned into my long driveway. I heard car doors slam and soft voices approaching my door. I took one last look at myself in the mirror, eyeing my mouse brown hair in it's messy bun and my green eyes which I despised. Two knocks sounded on the door and I knew I couldn't put it off any longer.

"Come in," I murmured, my voice soft and nerves wracking my body. Two figures stepped through the door way and I felt my heart beat get faster. They hadn't changed much from how I remembered them. Sam's hair was longer and Dean's eyes were darker and filled with more knowledge than I remembered, but they both still held themselves the same way with the same strong gaze and wandering eyes. They looked like they held the weight of the world on their shoulders. They were both staring at me in shock. I knew I had changed. Of course I had changed; I mean, the last time they saw me I was eleven. Now I was seventeen, and a lot can change in six years.

"Hey," I muttered, breaking the slightly awkward silence. I kept hoping the door would open again and dad would walk through, so I thought I would voice my hopes.

"Dad couldn't come?" Dean snuck a look at Sam before shaking his head.

"He was uh-" He cleared his throat. "He was busy."

"Oh, okay." We stood in silence for another moment, eyeing each other. No one knew what to say, and my attention was drawn to the patterned carpet which suddenly seemed extremely interesting. From the corner of my eye I watched Sam step forward, closing the distance between us. He enveloped me into a hug and I hesitated before awkwardly putting my arms around his tall body.

"I'm so sorry, Maddie," he whispered into my hair. I didn't reply. When he pulled away I could feel my cheeks heating up and I turned to walk towards the kitchen, hiding how flustered I was.

"You said you had a case?" Dean asked as the two men followed me into my barely furnished, main area of the house.

"Uh, yeah. Coven of vampires." Sam looked at me with confusion as he eyed the photos lining my wall, all mainly photos of Theo and I, and a few with my deceased Aunt.

"Vampires? Why'd you need our help?" He asked, and I moved over to the photos.

"Because I made a stupid mistake and now they have my best friend." I gestured to the photos with a hard expression. I ignored their reactions, continuing. "From what we could tell there are eleven of them. Theo was fairly sure one of them was an Alpha, but I wasn't as convinced. Either way, one of them is a lot more powerful than the others. The 'mother' of the nest, I guess you could say. We'd been tracking them for a few weeks when they got him. I killed one that same night, and they shot me. I couldn't go after him. And I can't take on the ten remaining myself. So I need your help."

"Okay … How do you know they're still here? How do you know they didn't pack up and leave the minute they got your friend?" Dean questioned from where he lay on the couch, already having made himself at home quite comfortably.

I gestured for them to follow me and led them to my basement, quickly hopping down the stairs and flicking on the light switch, ignoring the computers to the right of me and heading to the big screen on my left.

"We got tracking devices on two of them." I begin to point to the red dots covering the map on the screen. "They're still in the same place, an abandoned barn on the outskirts of Kansas that we only assumed they were using as their hideout. We've – I've been tracking their movements in the past few days." Both of them were silent as they took in the small room that was filled with hunter's tools.

"How'd you afford all this?" Dean asked, gesturing to the room full of tracking devices and weapons.

"What, you think you and Dad are the only ones running credit card scams?" I smirked, running my hand along the desk in front of me. Sam and Dean shared a look as I mentioned our father.

"What?" I questioned, in response gaining defensive looks.

"Nothing," Sam muttered, pushing himself to his feet. "It's late. We've had a long drive and we should probably get some sleep –" I cut him off.

"No one is going anywhere until someone tells me why every time I mention Dad you both look at each other like the world's about to end." I crossed my arms and stared at them expectantly.

"Maddie … The reason Dad isn't here is …" Sam paused and I raised my eyebrow at him, prompting him to continue. "He was killed three years ago by the same demon who killed our mother." My heart dropped, a choked feeling forming in my throat and tears beginning to appear in my blurring vision. I blinked them back hastily, masking my sadness with a blank look.

"You're right. It's probably a good idea to get some sleep." I turned on my heel and almost sprinted up the stairs, entering my room and slamming my door. I didn't head towards the ever so enticing bed. Instead I stood, my back against the door, listening until the footsteps and soft voices has ceased and bedroom doors had been shut. Slowly opening my door I slid out, grabbing the flashlight from its hook and a couple of beers from the fridge. I made my way out to the shed; my hideaway from Theo and now my brothers; a small wooden building surrounded by mellow green trees and overgrown shrubs. Inside sat my baby. My 1973 Chevrolet Impala. I had inherited my father's love of cars, and Dean's obsession had rubbed off on me too. It only made sense for, when I was old enough to pass as being legal allowed to drive, I get a car similar to the one I grew up in.

Tonight all I wanted to do was cry. Having Sam and Dean back in my life … that was overwhelming. I was angry at how sick with love I was at the sight of them. Since I came back to Kansas, there had always been something missing. And it pains me to admit it's them. And hearing about Dad … we were never close, Ill be the first to admit that. But he was still my father. And knowing both my parents are dead … it's not a nice feeling. All I feel is pain. I missed Theo. I wanted to shout and scream at my brothers but at the same time I wanted to hold them tight and never let go, and I wanted to be able to go back in time and fix the thousands of things I messed up in my life that have led to me being where I am today. In frustration I slammed my hand into the bonnet of the car, wincing when it jolted my wounded shoulder.

"Couldn't sleep?" A voice asked from the doorway and I ignored it, taking another sip of my beer which was already almost empty. "You know, alcohol probably isn't the best thing for you to be around right now," Dean advised from where he leant in the doorway.

"Yeah, like you can talk," I scoffed, spinning to face him, mindful of my semi useless arm which now stung like a bitch.

"You caught me," he half smiled, half grimaced, reaching over to grab the unopened bottle and join me leaning against the car. "Is your shoulder okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine."

"Bullshit."

"Not the first time I've been shot. It's fine," I lied.

"You don't need to lie to me Mads." I looked at him in confusion. He hadn't called me Mads since I was four. "Yeah, I know. You remind me of how you were like when you were little. Just as stubborn." He sighed, looking at me with a sad glint in his eye.

"Do you remember when you were five, and on your first proper day at Primary school you managed to break another boy's wrist? He called you pretty so you decided it would be a good idea to push him off the monkey bars. When the teachers asked you about it you told them he fell. You were adamant about it. Kept up that lie for the whole year." He chuckled. "No guy ever spoke to you again from that school, but I guess you got your point across." I couldn't help but laugh, ducking my head and letting my hair fall across my face.

"Why'd you never visit?" I murmured, not looking at him, afraid of the answer. "You guys are the two famous Winchesters. The whole community of hunters would be buzzing when you were near. And yet not once did you come and say hi." I was met with silence.

"I know you don't want any excuses, and I can't give you a reason. We – dad, Sammy and I – we didn't want to drag you into the life we lived. It wasn't one for a young girl. We thought separating ourselves from you might fix things but we were wrong. I promise you, we regretted it."

"Just not enough to remember me, right?" I shot back, and was met with a silent confirmation. "We need to get Theo back, Dean. He's all I have."

"We will. I promise. We'll work something out." I let him place his arm around my shoulders and, instead of pulling away, I leaned into him, savouring his smell and his warmth which I had so badly missed.


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