OMG MY FIRST ONE-SHOT! So exited to be getting this out to you guys! As always sweetkiwi604 fixed my grammar booboos and added a couple of things! BUT this time I had another amazing writer help me out! wandertogondor ! Show them your love by going over and reading their stories! I promise you will NOT be disappointed!

"Riley! Now would be a great time for some help!" Dean yelled, as the spirit of Trent Myers was choking him. Riley was still trying to get her footing back from when the spirit threw her into a brick wall, which hurt like a bitch. She scrambled to her feet and stumbled forward to the grave they had just dug up. Looking in she saw the rotting bones. Years of training kicked in as she dumped a canister of salt and a canister of lighter fluid into the grave and lit it up. She felt the flames licking the tips of her toes and she stepped back so her boots wouldn't catch on fire.

As she watched the fire burn she started thinking about the events of the last few months. It was just three months ago that Sam left for college.

Flashback

Riley was huddled in the corner on the bed farthest from the door while her dad, Sam and Dean all had it out for what seemed to be the millionth time in their lives. At first it wasn't different from any other fight they would have. Ry would put as much distance from herself and her family without actually leaving the room. This wasn't her idea; it was Dean's after a particularly nasty fight that ended with her having a busted lip and a black eye. Sam and their dad would yell and scream at each other while Dean tried to put himself between the two so that it didn't get too ugly and to try and prevent them from getting in each other's faces.

"You can't keep me here forever dad! I'm not a little kid, you can't control me!" Sam yelled as Dean shoved him back into a wall and trying to pin his shoulders there so that he couldn't make a move for their dad.

"So, what are you going to do Sam, leave your family when they need you!? You can't just walk out on us!" John yelled, as he got closer to his sons. Dean stiffened at feeling his father right behind him and didn't know what to expect next.

"Most fathers would be proud that their kid got into Stanford on a full scholarship but you're acting like I just murdered someone! I mean come on! Can't you be just a little happy for me!?" Sam exclaimed trying to push past Dean.

"You're not going and that's final." John said in a voice that left no room for argument.

"Watch me." Sam said, finally breaking free of Dean and picking up his unpacked duffle and threw it over his shoulder.

"You walk out that door you don't ever come back!" John yelled, at his youngest son. Sam paused for a minute but only to look back at his little sister huddled in the corner with tears streaming down her face. He gave her an apologetic look before walking out the door and slamming it behind him.

"Damn it!" John hollered as he knocked a lamp onto the floor with his fist. When the lamp hit the ground it shattered into about a hundred pieces, give or take. The broken bits drew everyone's attention to the floor and they all just looked at it as if it held all the answers that they all needed. After a couple of minutes John huffed and grabbed his duffle then stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. To Riley slamming doors frequented her life more than anything else. Ry and Dean still didn't move till they heard the shower coming on. At the sound of the water Riley got off the bed and brought over a trash can and started putting the broken pieces into it, trying to be extra careful not to cut herself on one of the sharp shards.

Later that night while John and Dean were out at the bar more than likely hustling pool, Riley couldn't help but think about everything that had happened earlier that day. She picked up her cell phone and pressed her first speed dial contact. She pressed the call button but it didn't even ring.

'I'm sorry but the number you have called has been disconnected. Please hang up and try again.'

At the sound of the message Riley's heart dropped. Sam would never disconnect his phone unless...he was never planning on contacting her.

Present

It took her a minute before she realized that Dean was talking to her.

"...but maybe we should just meet up with dad because you know how he likes for us three to stick together, but if we don't take this job the next town over he might get pissed that we didn't take it and-" Dean paused when he realized that his little sister was still watching the flames not paying attention the him. "maybe we should just take a detour to Disney Land." he said, hoping to grab her attention to no avail. "Riley!" Dean called snapping his fingers in her ear.

"What?" she whined, annoyed that she was being pulled from her thoughts.

"Where'd you go just then?" he asked, watching his sister closely as the last of the flames reflected in her sapphire blue eyes.

"Uh, nowhere. Dean I've been here for the whole time. How hard did you hit your head?" She asked raising an eyebrow at him.

Ever since Sam left their little sister had been quiet and distant and Dean didn't like it one bit, but at the same time he knew that there wasn't anything he could do about it. Sam and Riley were practically glued at the hip. The only time they weren't together is if they were using the bathroom. Yet again, even then if one of them was showering the other would be brushing their teeth or using the toilet. It would have been weird but they wouldn't be able to live without each other and she was just starting to figure this out.

Dean had thought that since Sam left she would replace Sam with Dean, but he couldn't have been more wrong. She was more distant and withdrawn from reality then he thought was even possible for her. Even John saw it in the way she went about her day last time they saw each other about a week before when he sent them on this hunt.

As the last of the flames died down Riley turned and started looking for her gun which was thrown from her hands when she had hit the wall. She spotted it about fifteen feet away from the wall, when she retrieved it she noticed Dean watching her.

"What?" she asked, as she walked over to where her brother still was.

"Nothing." he replied throwing his arm around her shoulders, he felt her stiffen a little as they took their first step away from the grave. "Let's go Rilo."

By the time they got their weapons into the trunk and they themselves crawled into the car Riley was starting to feel the effects of being thrown into a wall at an incredible speed. She laid her head against the window as Dean started the car, instantly music rang out through the night air.

Oh mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law

Lawman has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home

Flashback

"Rilo, put in a tape." Sam said, as he drove the Impala with his baby sister sitting shotgun. Dean was with their dad, already back at the motel. It was Riley's sixteenth birthday, just days before Sam left for Stanford and he had just taken her to the fair.

"What?" she looked at him with bright eyes and the signature Winchester smile on her mouth. "You hate Dean's music." she said over the sound of the air rushing through the open windows.

"But you don't." he pointed out. Riley bent down and started fumbling through the music, stopping when she found her favorite one. She put in the tape and instantly Renegade by Styx rang through the air. She laid her head back against the head rest as they drove down the road and sang along to her favorite song.

Present

"Turn it off!" Riley practically yelled. He swerved slightly from the sudden outburst from his usually quiet sister. "Dean I said turn it off!" She yelled at him again when he made no move to turn it off. Riley would have turned it off herself but she knew that he hated it when she touched it.

"What's the matter with you!?" Dean retorted, as he ejected the tape. He tossed it down and picked up a new tape.

"I don't like that song." she said bluntly and without any hint of explaining herself. He glanced out of the corner of his eye, looking at his sister.

"What are you talking about?" he asked looking over at her, she was now turned away from him looking out the window. "You love that song." he said, glancing back to the road.

"Leave it alone Dean." she said, not taking her eyes off the passing scenery.

"No, I know you like that song. You used to run around the motel room, in nothing but underwear when you were, like four and sang this song over and over again, till we all wanted to rip our hair out." Dean said, reminiscing.

"Yeah, well. Not anymore." She said woodenly. They drove on in silence, Riley praying that Dean wouldn't break it, and Dean scared to break it.

They pulled up to the motel room about ten minutes later, still sitting in the comfortable silence. "Hey, Ry." Dean said, stopping Riley in mid movement from getting out of the car. She didn't say anything but looked back at him. "You can have the shower first. I'm gonna call dad and see what our next move it."

Riley nodded her head once then got out of the car. Once inside she started gathering everything she needed for her shower, including her iPod so she could listen to music while she showered.

She threw her towel over the shower rod and turned on the water, making it as hot as possible. She picked the playlist on her iPod that was titled 'favorites' and pressed play before stripping and stepping into the flow of scalding hot water. At first she just stood there, but after about two minutes she started crying. At first it was just a few tears but then they became silent sobs that racked through her whole body.

After a couple of minutes of crying, she couldn't stand the stuffy steam as well as the way her knees weakened anymore and sat down in the tub, letting the water rush over her face mixing with the tears. She opened her eyes and watched as the water came pouring down on her skin like a waterfall. She knew that by the time her iPod started playing 'Round and Round' by 'Ratt' that she should have already been done and drying off. She quickly conditioned her hair and washed her body. By the time she finally shut off the water, it was already starting to run cold. Indicating that she had been in there much longer then she knew or intended.

Dean watched as his Riley made her way into the motel, closing and no doubt locking the door behind her. Dean has had to deal with her moodiness before but most of the time it was Sam who deals with her. I mean, hell the boy used to go shopping for tampons with her, so dealing with her moods wings was really no problem for Sam.

Dean pulled out his cell and instantly called his dad. On the third ring John picked up.

"Hey son, how'd it go?" he asked. As always they first thing her cared about was the hunt, not even an 'are you two okay?' It's always about the hunt.

"Uh, yeah. It went good. Qe managed to escape with only minor bruises. Nothing serious." Dean said. He got out of the Impala and leaned against the driver's door.

"Do I hear a 'but' in that last sentence?" John asked, worried that somehow his two kids had messed up the hunt.

Dean took a deep breath before speaking, "Dad, it's Ry, she's-" he started but was cut off by his father.

"Dean, I'm sure whatever it is it's just a phase that she'll grow out of eventually. Listen I gotta go. Come on back here, unless you found another hunt in the area." John said.

Typical, Dean thought.

"Yeah we actually found one in the next town over. We'll meet up with you in a couple of days." Dean told his father. He could have sworn he heard a sigh of relief from John's end but didn't acknowledge it because he knew his dad would just blow it off with empty words.

"Okay. Son, I gotta go." John said, before snapping his phone shut.

Dean knew that deep down his dad cared about the well being of his daughter but sometimes it was easy to forget that fact. Dean sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face before unlocking the motel room door and stepping inside. He could hear the shower and the music coming from the bathroom. He wanted to confront his sister about her behavior but he also knew that she would just use PMS or something as an excuse. This wasn't his department, it was Sam's. He sat down at the table and was deep in thought when he realized that the song that was playing indicated that she should have already been out by now.

He got up and walked over to the bathroom, ready to knock when he heard the water shut off. He walked back over to his bed and sat down. A few minutes later the bathroom door finally opened and Riley slowly came out, throwing her dirty clothes in the laundry bag then climbing right into bed. She snuggled down into the microfiber blanket, pulling the bed sheets up to her chin and peering over the pillow with sunken eyes.

"Can you turn off the light." she said, making it not sound like a question at all. Dean huffed out a sigh before switching off the light and making his way into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

The next morning they were sitting in a booth at yet another crappy diner waiting for the slow old waitress to bring them their food. Dean was getting tired of the silence. The only time his sister seemed to talk was when she needed to know something. She never just talked anymore and he was beyond tired of it. He knew that the only thing that could make her feel better was Sam, and even though it was against every ounce of his being he didn't give it a second thought if it meant that his little sister would be okay again.

"So I was thinking that after this hunt we could stop off at Stanf-" Dean started but was cut off before given a chance to get a word in edgewise.

"No." Riley said, in a strong tone. Her face was set like a stone wall having no emotion in it whatsoever.

"But I thought you've been all mopey and broody because you miss him." Dean gently admitted, still watching his sister. The reason for her sudden change in emotion was always swimming through his head but this was the first time he had ever said it out loud.

"Dean, I said 'no'."

The waitress came with their food and she set it down in front of them. Riley didn't make a move to eat the food that was placed in front of her. She simply sat looking out the window as if she was waiting for someone to suddenly emerge from the crowded streets.

"Come on Rilo, I think it would do you some good to se-" Dean started, as he leaned forward with a bite of food on his fork.

"I said 'no' Dean! Sam left us, okay? He left me and turned off his phone. He hasn't contacted me at all in the past three- nearly four months that he's been gone. So just accept the fact that he is gone and he's not coming back." Riley said finally meeting her brother's eyes. Even though she said it to him, both of them knew she was really just saying it to herself.

Sam was gone and he wasn't coming back.

Alright there you have it! My first One-Shot! Let us know what you think!

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