Author's note: Hi everybody, remember me? I hope so.

I know I keep saying this, but I am so sorry that my updates haven't been up to par. My full time job got the best of me, as well as being drained and depression sucks. But I fight through it the best I can.

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So what does everybody think of Season 11 so far? I am actually enjoying the new season. Tonight, its all about the impala! Don't forget to watch the show, we need to keep it going. I need this show to keep going.

Trigger warning: Mild violence, language, and harsh words exchanged.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters; they belong to Kripke. I only own Caitlyn Winchester, Christopher, and other OC characters.

"Dean," I calmly told him, hesitantly, "I can explain." Chris got out from under the covers, and fixed himself up.

"Shut it?!" He exclaimed gripping the butt of his gun tighter. I feel myself tensing up, and my heart beating fast. "Can you explain to me what the fuck this asshat is doing here?"

"You told me to shut it." I said, sarcastically.

"Don't be a smartass here," he counter backed, "answer the question."

Looks like the jig is up, I thought, full of guilt. "He came by to check up on me."

"But how…" He stopped in mid sentence when he asked, "how the hell did you find her?" His eyebrows furrowed with tense facial features. The only other person I know who can pull that look off was dad.

"I knew she was staying here." admitted Chris, with his hands above his head. "I was here the other day when she was here by herself."

Dean looks at the ground, and back up at us like a light bulb just clicked. "You were the same guy I chased the other night."

"Circle gets the square!" Chris responds applauding Dean. Now's not the time to be a smart ass Chris, I feared. My brother will gank you if he wants to. Placing my hand on his strong arm didn't help due to him tensing up.

I realized that Dean was looking down at Chris, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw the hexbag in Chris' hand.

"You're a FUCKING WITCH?!" shouted Dean, as he aimed his gun right between Chris' eyes. I felt so cold as I realized by brother was going to shoot a guy I have feelings for right in front of me. My chest was tightening up as I saw Chris hold out his hand palm facing Dean. It reminds me of when Sam had his weirdo powers months ago.

I heard a faint sizzle sound as Dean yelped in pain and dropped his gun onto the floor. "Son of a bitch!" he seethed out, clutching his stinging hand.

"Please go." I warned Chris, in a hush tone.

He did what I said, and made haste. Its like Dean is being betrayed all over again; only this times its me.

I went to help Dean when he slapped my hand away from him, "Don't touch me!"

I retracted like a wounded animal. Dean got up at a very slow pace, and there was that look again. "You have been seeing a witch this entire time we were here?"

"Yes," I answered with a confident answer.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" Asks Dean. "He had you under a spell this whole time, and you fell for it."

"He saved my life Dean that nights in the gardens." I reasoned. "Besides, you had a piece of angel food cake, Sam had a slice of devil's food cake, why couldn't I have some cauldron cake?"

Dean furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "What?"

"Harry Potter books, Dean." I explained, "You need to open up your mind."

"I'm shutting down my mind right now from trying not to even think of what you just said."

I shook my head, "Dean, I am sorry." I apologized. "I have tried to get my head in this case, and when I'm looking for Adam or helping you guys, I either have my mind remembering shit, or…"

"Or fucking the things we hunt." Dean mouthed back.

I choked out a laugh, and then noticed blood sliding down his arm. I charged at him, and yanked his arm towards me. "How did this happen?"

"This happened when I was looking for you." He answers back, pulling his arm away. "I got desperate. And I didn't see the knife. I'm fine, Caitlyn."

He walks back into the bathroom and runs the water. I stayed where I was, frozen in my spot. How the hell can he say that to me, 'I'm fine'. He almost got killed looking for me, and now he's blaming me for going missing? I thought in shock. He has done some stupid shit too.

Dean came out of the bathroom with a wet facecloth, and got a needle and thick string for the stitches he was going to suture himself. He took a bottle of whiskey out of the fridge that was in the room as he walks to the table, unaware I was still in the room when he said. ""If you got something to say, kiddo, say it" said Dean, sounding tired.

"How could you be so reckless, Dean?

"I don't know what you are talking about."

I was starting to get annoyed by how stubborn Dean could be sometimes. "Dean, you practically threw yourself at these guys, and you let them cut you."

"I'm reckless?! What about you, missy?! You kissed a guy, and who knows what else, that you barely know. Also, this behavior you are having when either me or Sammy get hurt is going to get you killed. That cut on your forehead proves it."

"You wanna know why I get scared whenever you guys are hurt, it's because I CAN'T LOSE YOU GUYS AGAIN! I saw you flat line when you were in a coma after the car accident, and it scared the crap out me. Or the time when Jake stabbed Sam in the back," Dean chest was hurting when I mentioned Sam's death. He practically died in his arms that night. It was basically one of the worst moments in his life, next to losing dad. "or here is my favorite, when the hellhound was giving you the VIP treatment before you entered Hell." I could see that Dean was getting very angry, but he needs to hear what I have to say.

"I WISH CASTIEL NEVER PULLED YOU OUT OF THE PIT!" I screamed with her voice cracking.

"AND I WISHED THAT YOU WERE NEVER BORN!"

Those words…did those words just come out of his mouth? I just stared at him with shock.

"Yeah, that's right." He admitted, coldly. "I wish you weren't born. You have been a pain in the ass for so long. Dad told me when you were born that you were sick, maybe dying. I didn't want a sister, I just wanted a brother. You and Sam are definitely twins because you fall for the very evil we were told to hunt."

"Dean" I whimper to him, hurting deep. "Stop."

"Oh stop huh," exclaimed Dean, "Let's talk about things you should have stopped, huh?" He started to move towards me. "Letting dad out of your sight before he died, done. Trying to kill yourself multiple times after I came back from Hell. The night of the fire, after dad handed Sam to me, he went back into the room, I was hoping he would get mom out instead of you."

"Dean," I raised my hand in front of him to stop what he was saying to me while trying to stop tears from falling down my face, "this isn't you talking."

"Oh this is me," Dean angrily exclaimed, "I lost faith in you because you promise to take care of tasks, and you don't even finish it, like Adam."

"Dean how many times can I tell you I'm sorry?" I asked, hurting inside.

I had to prove to him that I am a good sister, "Dean, I stayed with the family when Sam left for Stanford. I saved a seal from breaking; granted it cost me my life, but I did that for this family. I never chose against my family. I love my family too much to betray them."

"Until now." He spat out in a harsh tone. "You fucking disgust me so bad I can't even look at you."

My face fell as he said I was disgusting. I looked at the ground trying to not cry in front of him fearing he would criticize that too. My knees were buckling, and my entire body quivering from the cold air that filled the room.

Dean turned his back at me as he was leaning on the countertop, head down. "Get out of my sight. You are no longer welcome here."

I just stared at him with despair. Where is Sam? He could straighten him out.

Creeping up behind him, I gently placed my hand on his shoulder, "Dean, please…"

"I SAID OUT!" And before I knew it, he pushed me with fall of his might as I felt this massive blow to the head, and the room was spinning and my head was killing me.

Dean really meant it, and he didn't turn back, no look of remorse, nothing. I had to leave now. Its official my brother doesn't want me, and Sam wasn't here. I shot up from the floor the moment everything came into focus again, and I started running out of the room. It was raining again, and as I was running, I bumped into someone without apologizing. I didn't care at that moment.

"Caitlyn." The voice was familiar, but I don't care. "CAITLYN, COME BACK!"

Third Person POV

Dean looked up and started at the mirror with a devilish smile as his eyes turned black, "Perfect." And then threw his head back screaming as black smoke exited. After it was out, he collapsed just in time for Sam to come back.

"Dean!" he threw the pizza on the ground, and ran to his brother. "Hey, hey, hey. What happened?"

Breathing heavily, Dean looked around the room in confusion, and then looked at Sam and at the bloodstained coffee table. "Where is she? Where's Caitlyn?"

"She ran off, crying. Almost knocked me down with the pizza." Sam explained. "Dean, what did you say to her?"

"Oh shit," Dean said full of guilt, running his hand through his hair. "We gotta find her. Help me up, dammit."

Sam saw his reach for the keys, and Sam swiped them out of his hand urgently and furiously, "No way, you're not driving. I'm gonna drive, and you are going to tell me what you said to my twin."

A/N: So what do you all think? Originally, I was going to have Dean slap her, but I thought this was much better. So what do you think will happen? What does everybody think of Chris? Please read and review, or PM me if you have questions or suggestions for the story.

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