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Makayla's pov

Fire. That's all I saw surrounding me as my eyes snapped open at the echo of my name being screamed. I could hear the deep voice in the distance, but I couldn't move my body. I heard my name being screamed again, this time clearer and closer. The voice sounded familiar but I couldn't figure out who. I started to look around to see if I could spot whoever was there; that was a horrible mistake. As I looked around my eyes passed by the ceiling; and on that ceiling was the corpse of my dead husband, swallowed by the flames.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" I couldn't stop the painful screech that ripped through my throat. This is too much, it's all too much. What have I ever done to deserve such a painful life?

"MAAACE!"

A figure appeared above me but my vision was too blurry to see his face, he carried me out into the snowy front yard. As soon as oxygen filled my lungs with the cool night air I clawed my way out of the person's grasp and ran back to my home, watching as all the memories I'd built over the last 5 years burned away. I felt those strong arms grab me again and drag me away from the burning building to the side of a car. It wasn't till he shook me and yelled my name again that I looked up at his face. The face I never thought I'd get to see again; the one man who can break me apart and then put all the pieces back together again, my big brother Dean. I haven't seen or heard from him since the day I left and out of nowhere this is the one moment he shows up? That's just like him. There was so much I wanted to say to him, so much I wanted to scream in his face about how much he hurt me and why it took him so long to come. But all I could do was stare at him until the tears began to spill from my eyes once more. I shoved my face into his chest and bawled my eyes out while he held me against Baby as the roof collapsed behind him. I cried and cried until those flames went out. After I calmed down Dean picked me up bridal style and got into the front of the Impala and drove off to the nearest motel.

When we got to the motel a couple of hours later, Dean carried me all the way into the room and stripped me, he placed me in a bath of warm water and started to gently clean all the blood (that wasn't mine) off of me with a rag. He bathed me in silence as I just sat there replaying the last 24hrs of this nightmare I've been in. When he was done he wrapped me in a towel and cuddled me on the bed.

"Hey, I know you won't want to talk about it, but just know that when you're ready I'll be right here." He said affectionately.

"How'd you find me?" I ignored him. I know he'll always be there but I don't want to talk about it. Not ever. "How'd you know where I was? Why'd you come now? After all these years?"

He hesitated, "I looked for you everywhere, and I mean everywhere. Sam and I both did. But Dad hid you too well, he made sure he knew where you were, made sure you were always safe. But he also kept you from me, said that if you wanted to be here you would be, not off doing whatever you were doing. Two years ago Sam left for Stanford, he's been there ever since."

"What and so now suddenly Dad decides to randomly give out my location?"

"Sort of. He set me a text with these coordinates and your name before..."

"Before what Dean?" I turned to face him.

"Dad went on a hunt and I haven't heard from him in a few days." He said grimly.

"So? A couple of days is nothing, it's Dad." I scoffed.

"It's different this time, I need your help to find him. Yours and Sammy's, I was going to go get him next. I need you with me please, I'm begging you. The safest place for you is right next to me. Nothing bad will happen to you as long as I'm around I promise." He looked me in the eyes and placed a gentle kiss on my lips, and that was all it took for me to melt in his arms.

"Fine, I'll go with you. I wanna make sure Daddy is ok and plus you're gonna need help convincing Sam to come with. He can never really say no to me."

"Thank you, Princess". Dean gave me another soft kiss before wrapping me in his tight embrace as I fell asleep to relive my nightmares.

That was about 2 days ago, we've been driving most of the time since then; almost to Sam. I've just been cuddling up to Dean the whole ride there, feeling so cold and numb inside since the fire, still replaying everything in my head. As I was lost in my thoughts we arrived at Stanford by nightfall. Preparing to see Sam was so nerve-wracking, as horrible as I felt for leaving Dean that night I never felt worse than I did when I left Sam. He's my twin, we know each other completely inside and out. Leaving him was one of the hardest decisions I've ever had to make; we had never really been apart. I'm scared he might hate me now.

Dean and I snuck into Sam's place after I quickly and quietly picked the lock. As we snuck around it was a little hard to see since it was the middle of the night. Sam came out of what I assume is his bedroom and started fighting Dean, thinking it was some robber in the dark. I just stood there and watched, there wasn't really a reason for me to intervene. Dean, of course, wound up pinning Sam down first.

"Woah! Easy tiger."

"Dean!?"

"Hiya Sammy" I crouched down next to Dean and gave him a small smile.

"You two scared the crap out of me."

"That's 'cause you're out of practice."

Sam flipped Dean so now he was pinned instead.

"Or maybe not." Dean laughed. "Get off me."

Sam let Dean go and immediately turned to wrap me up in the biggest and tightest hug I think he's ever given me. All I could do was squeeze back and whisper an "I'm sorry" into his ear so only he could hear. Still holding me Sam turned back to Dean,

"Dude, what the hell are you two doing here?"

"Well we were lookin for a couple of beers" Dean joked.

"Sam?" A petite voice called from the hallway.

"Jess, hey. Macey, Dean, this is my girlfriend Jessica." Sam explained as he put me down.

"Wait as in your brother and sister?"

"You know I love the smurfs. And I gotta say, you are way out of my brother's league." Dean, of course, was already flirting with her.

"I'm gonna go put something on." She said obviously uncomfortable.

"Oh no, no, no, no. I wouldn't dream of it, seriously" He just sounds so creepy when he says it like that, weirdo.

She exchanged an annoyed glance with Sam that I noticed. I flashed a friendly smile to help her feel reassured that Dean was just joking...mostly.

"Anyway we gotta borrow your boyfriend here to talk about some family business, but uh nice meetin you." Dean pointed at her with a smile.

"No." Sam walked over and put his arm around Jess." No whatever you gotta say you can say in front of her too."

"Ok, Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

"So he's working overtime on a "miller time" shift, I'm sure he'll stumble back sooner or later." Sam said smugly. This time I was the one who said it.

"Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days."

"Jess excuse us." Sam got what I was implying. He got dressed and followed us outside where she wouldn't hear.

"Come on, you can't just break-in in the middle of the night and expect me to hit the road with you." Sam exasperated as he followed behind us down the stairs.

"You're not listening Sammy, Dad's missing. And I need both of you to help me find him."

"Remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the devil's gates in Clifton? He was missing then too, he's always missing and he's always fine."

"Not for this long. Now, are you gonna come with us or not?"

"I'm not. I swore I was done hunting. For good"

"Come on. It wasn't easy but it wasn't that bad."

"Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a .45"

"Well, what was he supposed to do?"

"I was 9 years old, he was supposed to say 'don't be afraid of the dark'"

"Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark you know what's out there." Dean argued.

"Boys!" I shouted. "Hey yea um, it's great to be reunited with you guys again really, but uh I'm gonna go wait in the car while you two finish your conversation." You could hear the slight annoyance in my voice. "Sammy, for what it's worth I really hope you do come with us. You know that I get what you're saying but I need to find Dad, and I'd prefer it to be with both my brothers. I'll always need my twin no matter what." I flashed him a small smile.

I walked away but could still hear them arguing behind me. Once I was out of the building their voices died down for a minute as they were trying to catch up to me, but that minute was one of the longest I've ever had. The flickering street-light triggered flashbacks of the other night. The fire, my husband, the knife covered in so much blood. None of it mine...or his. The sound of the metal door opening behind me snapped me out of my daze, Sam and Dean were still arguing.

"It was Dad who said if I'm gonna go I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing. Last time I checked that's what she was doing too, and yet you went and dragged our baby sister back in it." Said Sam. I walked back over and stood next to them.

"Dad's in real trouble right now, if he's not dead already. I can feel it. I can't do this alone."

"Yes you can" Sam's right he could easily do it without us, my big brother is one of the best hunters in the world.

"Yeah...well, I don't want to." Even without what happened the other day I would still never say no to Dean, I've never really been able to say no to him. Not to mention every now and then he's able to whip out the big brother puppy dog eyes.

I looked at Sam and gave him my puppy dog eyes, the ones he never says no to. As soon as he took a deep breath I knew he fell for it.

"What was he hunting?" He asked.

We made our way to the Impala where Dean opened the trunk; the floor of the trunk opened to reveal a hidden compartment where we kept all our weapons and anything else we needed to hunt monsters. He told Sam about the 10 men that have disappeared in Jericho, California over the last 20 years all after they went down the same road. Dad went to go check it out 3 weeks ago, the only time Dean heard from him was when he left him a voicemail the day before he came and saved me.

"Dean something is starting to happen, I think it's serious. I need to figure out what's going on. Be very careful Dean, we're all in danger. You need to get your sister, I'll text you the coordinates." During the voicemail, part of it went out due to some EVP being caught on it; which of course brainiac Sam caught right away.

"Kinda like riding a bike isn't it?" Dean laughed. He had already cleaned up the audio and I heard it, it was a woman's voice solemnly saying, "I can never go home". "You know two years I never bothered you; never asked you for a thing," Dean said. I gave him my puppy dog eyes again.

"All right, I'll help you find him. But I have to be back first thing Monday. Just wait here." Sam said before ruffling my hair. Dean asked him what Monday was about and tried to convince him to skip it when he found out it was an interview. "It's for law school and it's my whole future on a plate. Do we have a deal?" I immediately said yes. I know how much this means to Sam and as much as I miss him I won't let my selfishness ruin his chance to enjoy a happy normal life; one of us should at least get to.

As he left to go pack Dean and I waited for him in the car. I sat in the front cuddling Dean's right arm and laying my head on it; whenever we were in the car I always sat in-between whoever sat up front since I fit so perfectly. He lightly peppered the top of my head with sweet kisses trying to relax me after everything that's happened; he tries so hard but I don't think I'll ever have the courage to tell him. No matter what he does I will never be ok again. His kisses suddenly became, not as gentle but more loving. He trailed them from the top of my head, down my forehead and over my nose; hovering just above my lips. They lingered there for a moment, as if asking for permission. Slowly, he placed a tender kiss on my lips. As the seconds passed his kisses became more dominant. We shifted positions so now I was facing him with my legs lying across his; he had one hand on my back and one on my cheek as his tongue begged for entrance. It had been so long, too long since I felt his lips on mine; since I tasted him. So I quickly and eagerly let him in. Once our tongues collided I gave up all control, my body going weak at the knees...and other places. This is what I needed, I needed Dean again. No matter what bad things happened or monsters I encountered Dean was always there making sure I was safe, making sure I felt safe. No matter how hard Dad tried he wasn't always around for his 'princess' as he called me. It was always Dean. As I got older I started to crave comfort in...different ways; which was very hard to find when you have three overprotective men in your family who you share rooms AND beds with while they're also going through their own puberty filled emotions.

The make-out session started to get hotter when Dean took the hand from my cheek and slid it over my breasts, but not before giving them a squeeze, down to my thigh where he spread my legs a little and caressed the inside so dangerously close to my womanhood. My slight moans excited him more as he unbuttoned my jeans and slid his hand inside to start rubbing my clit. I dug my nails into the shoulders of his leather jacket as I whispered his name in his ear with every rub. He then began to finger me and stretch me out, adding a finger every time I got used to until he had 3 pumping inside me. He used his thumb to rub my clit as fucked me with his fingers and I couldn't hold it in any longer. As I said his name a little louder, warning him of my upcoming release, he plunged his tongue back in my mouth muffling my cries as I came.

Once I caught my breath I heard the sound of the metal door again. I quickly grabbed a napkin from the glove compartment and cleaned Dean's hand then buttoned my pants back up as he kept staring at me with love and adoration in his eyes. I heard the footsteps get closer as I threw the napkin out the window and sat properly, Dean pulled my head in for one last loving kiss before Sam came into view. He threw his bag in the back and got in without questioning the seating arrangement; we exchanged a knowing glance since he knows exactly what we were just doing. Our bond is so deep as twins we can practically read the other's mind and speak to each other just by looking at the other. He rolled his eyes as a response.

It was bright out when Dean gently shook me awake. We had stopped at a gas station to get some fuel for both us and Baby. I didn't really wanna get up so as soon as Dean went to buy snacks I rested my head on Sam's back as he had one foot out the door to stretch with how freakishly tall he is. He started looking through the cassette tape collection Dean had. A few moments later Dean walked out of the store and started to fill Baby up as he offered Sam some "breakfast", which consisted of chips, candy, jerky, and soda.

I know, breakfast of champions. Still tastier than whatever healthy junk Sam would've made me eat.

"How can you afford that anyway? You and Dad still running credit card scams?" Sam asked.

"Yea, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career. Besides all we do is apply it's not our fault they send us the cards." Dean joked.

"I mean he's not wrong Sammy." I added giving him a goofy smile as I sat up so Dean could get in.

"Yea? and what names did you write on the application this time?"

"Uhhhh, Bert Aframian and his son, Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal." Dean answered.

"Sounds about right." Sam laughed. He then went on to complain about how Dean needed to update his music collection he was looking through before. He called it "Mullet Rock" as an insult and looked to me but I just gave him the "don't bring me into this" face. I don't mind the music, I'm used to it...plus I still have headphones.

"House rules Sammy, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole," was Dean's response as he blasted Loveless' A Gift to the World".

"Sammy is a chubby 12-year-old it's Sam. Unless it's Macey." I leaned my head on his shoulder in return.

"Sorry I can't hear you the music is too loud." Dean turned the music up to further annoy Sam. I just sat there happily eating my snickers, minding my own business as we sped off to Jericho.

I'm gonna stop here for right now. I just wanna start it and share it with fellow fans and I'd love to know what you guys think so don't be afraid to say anything. Especially if you have any tips or criticisms I can use to improve my writing or the story altogether. I'm trying to get back into writing after dealing with very bad depression for a long time so I'm gonna try and update all my stories as often as I can.