Taylor Winchester stared longingly at the dying embers of the fire. An orange hue lit up her expressionless face. It had been four months since her elder brother had died. Four months since she stopped talking and disappeared into the woods. Bobby stopped calling after two months, Sam stopped calling after five days.
Her dirt-covered hands fiddled with the bow lying in her lap that Dean had given her on her 14th birthday.
Memories flashed before her eyes of Dean teaching her how to use it. setting up targets around Bobby's junkyard. Both of them stalking the woods, hunting squirrels and rabbits. A slight smile flashed upon Taylor's face thinking about all the times they spent together, whether it was deep in the woods or bonding over classic rock, but her smile was quickly replaced by her usual frown as she continued to dig through her memories.
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"What do you mean you don't know where she is?" Dean fumed, his hands flailing angrily in the air. "You were supposed to look after each other," he said stepping closer to Sam. "Dean look I... I tried to, but after you died she just ran." Sam replied while picking up his stuff.
"What do you mean she ran?" Dean asked, "you didn't try to stop her?"
"she stopped talking, barely ate, didn't sleep, and one day she just grabbed her bow and walked into the woods. That was about a week after you died, I haven't heard from her since." Sam explained, Grabbing his duffle bag and walking out the motel room with Dean walking behind him a shocked expression on his face.
"Four months? She may be dead, and you're standing here gawking at your reflection."
"Dean," Sam said sternly, "if she doesn't want to be found, you know it'll be near impossible."
"Well, then we'll just have to try. Its never stopped us before." Dean added, making a beeline towards the impala.
"How could I forget" Dean gasped. "Hey sweetheart, did you miss me?" he said, running his hand over the hood of his 1967 Chevy Impala.
Sam jumped in shotgun while the dean took the driver's seat. Sam glanced at Dean to find him glaring.
"What the hell is that?" Dean said, taken aback.
"It's an iPod jack," Sam replied cooly.
"You were supposed to take care of her not douche her up!"
"Dean I thought it was my car." Sam fired back.
Dean sighed revving up the engine, "Vision" by Jason Manns begins to play. Sam winces as dean looks at him exasperated.
"Really," Dean says flatly.
Sam just shrugs as Dean rips out the iPod and throws it in the back seat.
The impala pulled out of the motel and back on the open road.
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"Ok, get this," Sam started, "So the state park up ahead caught this on the wildlife cameras,"
Sam turned his laptop to Dean who was eating a bacon burger and fries. They were in the local diner, trying to find their sister and the first lead led them here. They had spent the day interviewing people who might have seen her.
Dean looks at the pictures with wide eyes, his face stuffed like a chipmunk.
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"That's her, let's go," Dean said after quickly swallowing. He threw some money on the table, forgetting the burger, then they gathered their stuff and rushed to the impala ———————————————————————
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