A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers and readers... This contains the CHICK FLICK moment you've been WAITING FOR!

Disclaimer: I only own Kaycee... but I plan on kidnapping Jared... BWAHAHAHAHA

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When we entered the motel room a slammed the keys down on the shabby desk in the corner, then plopped onto my bed and turned on the TV, not look at either of my siblings. I could tell that Sam was staring at me as a sniffling Kaycee walked into the bathroom and shut the door as hard as it would go, shaking the entire room.

"Well that was an outburst." Sam finally said, breaking the silence of the room, the silence that I was fucking enjoying thank you very much.

"Well she deserved it." I snapped, not yet cooled down. I had been so pissed that I hadn't even turned on the radio. I just sat in silence, listening to Kaycee sniffle. Eventually and skid the car to a stop and screamed "IF YOU'RE GOING TO SNIFFLE GET A FUCKING TISSUE!" and she did.

"Whatever." Sam said, pushing himself up and going to knock on the bathroom door, Kaycee obligingly let him in, and I heard hushed voices behind the door. I longed the bang open the door and scream to the heavens, but I didn't, I sat and listened.

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Kaycee was sitting on the toilet, her elbows on her knees and her hands covering her mascara streaked cheeks. Sam was silently patting her back, looking a bit awkward. Kaycee looked up, "I'm sorry." she said, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hands and standing up.

"For what?" Sam asked, "You got into trouble, it's your job..." he added with a small, reassuring smile.

"It's not my job to get in trouble all the time Sam... don't even try that shit on me." Kaycee replied, "Maybe I should just rent an apartment somewhere and go to school... leave you guys alone to do your work..." she said quietly, her eyes focused on the floor.

Sam looked at her, completely surprised, "You-You love hunting!" he said.

"I know... but I don't love interrupting your lives all the time. If I wasn't here you guys would've caught this damn demon by now and you wouldn't have to be worrying about me cause I'd be safe at school..." Kaycee replied, raking a hand through her hair.

Sam shook his head vigorously, "No. No... you're NOT living alone... you get into enough trouble as it is..." he said, then immediately regretted it as Kaycee sunk back down onto the toilet seat.

"Exactly." she said, sounding desperate and alone. "This way if I get into trouble you guys wouldn't have to come bail me out..."

"That... is the single most ridiculous thing I have EVER heard come out of your mouth." Sam said, still staring at her.

"I-It's the only thing I can th-th-th--" with that she burst into tears of hopelessness. Sam took her lightly by the hand and stood her up, enveloping her in a warm hug.

"It's OK, you don't have to cry... Dean's just mad is all... you're not going anywhere... not without us anyway... Shhh... it's OK." Sam said soothingly, stroking her hair with one of his hands.

Kaycee sobbed into his shoulder, blissfully unaware that Dean was listening to their entire conversation on the other side of the door.

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I rolled my eyes and sunk down against the wall beside the bathroom door. Blowing up at my little sister wasn't supposed to make me feel this shitty. She wanted to leave us? She wanted to go to school? Like a normal kid?

Kaycee would die in school... sure, she's been to school before, but only for a few weeks when they were planted in the same spot, and over two years ago. Sam had begun teaching her from home when he felt the need... or found the time. She was far from normal, and she wouldn't fit in with the kids at school.

Living by herself in an apartment? Kaycee would die there too... she's too trusting, even after everything that she's been through throughout her life. It was a mystery to me how she could end up in so much trouble and be so open to everyone after seeing so much shit.

I decidedly threw myself back onto the bed and rolled over onto my side, it wasn't even six thirty yet and I was beat. I rolled back onto my back restlessly and put my hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling.

What was a guy to do? My siblings aren't on speaking terms with me, I have nothing to do other than go on the internet and look up stuff on dead kids, and I'm a tried, grumpy old man who would probably have a beer belly by the age of thirty.