Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Supernatural characters.

A/N: This is my first spn fan fiction and it's a sisfic so I hope you guys enjoy it! And the placement is going to be in about the middle of season one.

A/N: Hey guys. I started this story a long time ago when my writing was kind of sucky and fast paste. As I reread this story, I realize how sucky it kind of is and noticed too many mistakes whether it be with grammar or my plot. Therefore, I'm going to edit many chapters so that hopefully it becomes a better story. I hope more people reread the story with the new edits and like it. Love ya guys!

Edited: April 2017

Two and a half months. Two and half months I have been on my own, fending for myself, stealing other people's money to get by, miserably failing school, and getting myself into way too much trouble. My father, formally known as John Winchester, left for a hunt a little more than three months ago, leaving me with my older brother Dean.

John hasn't called since he left for his hunting trip, which caused Dean to worry so he left me here, in some scummy motel in Kentucky while he left to go get Sam over at Stanford. Dean told me he would be back in two weeks, but it's been more like ten. And just like my dad, Dean hasn't called. So I called him. Thank god he answered. It was nice to know he was alive, but it sucked to know he wasn't coming back any time soon. He said he had things to take care of, but that he and Sam were safe.

Therefore, I continued my high school education. I knew my father would kill me if I didn't and if not him than Dean. For some reason, my high school education was important to him.

I sat in class, chewing away on my now flavorless gum while staring at this kid named Ryan. He was currently mocking our teacher Mr. Humphries when his back was turned. He sent me a wink when his name was called by the teacher, as if his no-care attitude was supposed to impress me, but I guess it kind of did considering I've been sleeping with him for about three weeks now. The teacher asked him a question and he responded with a sarcastic answer which is something I would totally do.

Someone knocked on the classroom door, gaining everyone's attention. The principle walked into the room with two men standing behind him. I recognized them as my brothers, never in a million years was I expecting that. I turn away from the door and look down at my desk. Don't get me wrong. I'm happy that they're safe, but I'm still pretty pissed.

"Ms. Winchester," Principal Adams called. Yeah, surprisingly, Dean didn't use an alias this time around. Now all eyes are on me. Some had questioning looks on their faces, but most weren't even phased with my name being called by the principle. Not gonna lie, it was a common reoccurrence.

I looked at him with a sarcastic smile, "Adams." Some of the class quietly chuckled and the others stayed silent. I didn't care about punishment at the moment. All I could focus on were my brothers.

He swallowed and looked at the class with a warning look on his face. The class shut up immediately. "I need you to come with me. Now."

"If this is about the two guys standing behind you, I don't know them." Dean rolled his eyes and Sam looked down avoiding my gaze. I don't blame him. I haven't seen him in four years and I haven't talked to him in two. I was mad at him more than I was mad at Dean.

"Nice try, Madison. I met your brother when he enrolled you in school in the very beginning, and have spoken to him over the phone every time your butt earned a seat in my office," he smirked when he received snickering comments from my classmates behind me, "Now unless you would like to have more of this conversation in front of everybody, I suggest you come with us."

I sighed, realizing I was all out of options, and grabbed my backpack before following the three out the door. The walk to the principal's office was awfully quiet. No one wanted to break the silence, especially in front of a stranger like Principal Adams.

Principal Adams motioned for us to take a seat. There were only two seats and none of us moved to take either of them. Us Winchesters can be stubborn like that.

After Principal Adams noticed that none of us were going to take the seats he continued, "Alright, Madison you're not in trouble so there is nothing to worry about."

"I wasn't worried," I said as a matter-of-factly. Trouble seemed to follow me everywhere. It was hard to feel worried anymore.

He sighed, "Your brothers say they need to take you out of school."

"Is that right?" I ask sarcastically. I'm ignored.

"So we just wanted to let you know about all the things that are going to have to be transferred to your other school. Maybe they can teach you better discipline than we could."

After twenty minutes of him talking about academic bull crap that I couldn't care less about, Principal Adams left to give Dean, Sam, and I some privacy to talk. When Adams shut the door I immediately went to his desk and rummaged through it.

"Come on, Maddie. What are you doing?" Sam asked, not pleased about me going through my principal's things.

"Looking for a gun to shoot myself with," I stated and groaned when he didn't have one, not like I expected him to. I'm just kind of a dramatic person.

"Look, sorry that we left you here for a little bit longer than we thought, but we had business to take care of," Dean explained himself. I scoffed at his lame excuse. "So stop being immature because it's not like we left you here alone on purpose. Besides I doubt you hated living on your own for so long." If this happened last year then yes. He would have been right. But ever since Dean left me alone to fend for myself, my life turned into a living hell.

"You have no idea what it was like for the past nine weeks, do you?" I shook my head and scowled. "I've been constantly worried about you two and dad. You called like five weeks ago and I haven't heard from you since. I called you, but apparently you got a new number."

"Well we're back now so I don't want to hear anymore." Dean said seriously. All I wanted was a sincere apology, but Dean wasn't into chick-flick moments, so wishing for that was like wishing for rain in a desert.

"What were you guys even doing? Were you hunting without me?" I asked with raised eyebrows. Sam and Dean glanced at each other, giving me the answer I needed. I rolled my eyes and stood up, "I'm going back to class."

"You're not going anywhere," Dean stated but of course I didn't listen. I could see it in his eyes; the guilt for leaving me with nothing but scarce phone calls. He was my oldest brother. The one I was supposed to rely on with my life. He and I used to be best friends, despite me only being sixteen years old. That's why him leaving hurt me real bad.

I felt the tears begin to form. I had to get out of here before I started crying, "Yeah? Watch me." I said walking away, "Oh, and welcome back Sam." I slammed the door behind me and stormed back to class.

The rest of the day was crap. I kept thinking of what the rest of my day was going to be like when I go back to the motel. I was going to have Ryan come over but now I know that won't happen unless I want him dead. I agree that there is a lot of stuff my brothers and I need to talk about, and there is stuff I want to know that Dean may have found out about Dad. I just didn't know if I was ready to face the music just yet.

When the final bell rang, Ryan raced to my locker to find out what the principal said to me earlier. "My brothers are taking me out of school," I told him. "Something came up so I have to leave tonight." Ryan's face dropped slightly, but my leaving didn't seem to affect him too much. I mentally rolled my eyes. He wasn't the nicest kid around either. Jennifer Klein walked by my locker, sending Ryan a knowing smirk. She must have heard about my departure. I sighed, shutting my locker. "Guess you don't have to lie to me anymore." I wasn't the only one Ryan was messing around with. Although I'm better than that, I didn't say anything to Ryan to ruin what we had because I liked the attention I was getting from him. In a cruel way, it made me feel wanted.

He looked taken back—shocked that I would know about his dirty little secret, "H-how did you know about-?"

"C'mon, Ry you're not the best at keeping secrets and Jennifer is oblivious to everything she says," I started walking away. "Good luck with everything, Ryan."

I walked out of school and towards home, honestly happy to be done with this place. I was going to miss my high school but hell I was a lot happier to be getting out of this hell hole. I needed a new surrounding-one that could hopefully help clear my head.

Sam and Dean already made themselves comfortable in my motel room, sitting at the kitchen table with beers in hand. I ignored them and went straight to my duffel bag. I knew I had no choice but to follow them to wherever they were planning on going to next so I decided to start packing.

"Are you ready to stop being bitchy?" Dean asked, but I knew it was a rhetorical question.

"Find your voice yet, Sam?" I glared and returned to my clothes, not that I had that many. I had about three outfits in total but I just wore them all in different ways.

Sam sighed, guilt was laced in his voice, "Madds-"

"Why are you even here anyway?" I snapped, "Did you decide to ditch your Stanford community when they needed you too?"

Dean intervened before Sam could say anything, "Shut it, Madison. We leave tonight no exceptions. Be ready in ten minutes. Sam and I will be waiting outside." The two of them took their beers and coats and stomped outside. I let out a huff of frustration when the door slammed behind them

Like Dean said, he and Sam were waiting outside. Sam had claimed the front seat of the impala, giving me the entire back row. Dean casted me a warning glance, which i subtly ignored. We had to talk at some point, but it would be a lot better when the three of us had time to calm down and really process the situation we were in. I slumped into the back seat and stared out the window until sleep over took me.