Earlier the next morning, after having a few beers and calming himself down with a long drive, Dean returned to the motel room to find John awake and ready to go as he sat in the chair at the table reading the morning paper.

"Morning, son, have a good night?" John picked up a styrofoam cup and took a sip of the hot coffee inside.

Dean shrugged his shoulders and threw his clothes into a duffel bag. He wasn't in the mood to make small talk at the moment. In his opinion, his dad had nothing to say that he wanted to hear now.

"I had an interesting night, thanks for asking," John said sarcastically as he sat the newspaper down, then stood up from the small table.

"Good for you," Dean mumbled, zipping the bag without turning to look at the older man.

"Mackenzie showed up looking for you and we had a nice chat." John folded his arms across his chest and waited to see how his son would react.

"Wait, Kenzie was here? When? What did she say?" Dean asked, firing out each question right after the other one.

John looked at the happy expression on Dean's face and knew instantly that his son had fallen hard for the Cole girl. He knew he should give Dean her message and let him go be with her, but the selfish side of him didn't want to lose another son- which was why he was about to do something that Dean would never forgive him for if he found out. He just hoped he never would find out the truth.

"She was just stopping by to tell you bye. She said she and Michael were heading out for a new case," John lied, feeling bad when he saw his son's face fall in disappointment.

"Oh," Dean quietly said as he realized what that meant. It meant that Mackenzie had decided to go with her father after all instead of him. He had hoped she would choose him, he was confident she would after what happened between them. He thought they had something, that they had bonded, but apparently it wasn't as strong for her as it was for him- apparently, he wasn't enough for her.

"Did she say anything else?" Dean questioned, but he wasn't hopeful.

John glanced at his son and almost came clean, but he just couldn't do it. "No that was it."

Dean tried not to let his disappointment show, but it was clearly evident on his face and actions as he picked up the duffel bag. Slightly turning toward his father, he muttered, "Okay, I'm ready to go."

After giving him a nod, John watched him walk out the door and over to the Impala. He knew what he did was wrong, but after losing Sam to the college life, he couldn't lose Dean to some girl- a girl in his opinion wouldn't even stick around anyway. Convincing himself that he was protecting his son, he finished his coffee, then grabbed his duffel bag before leaving the room.

Dean put his car in reverse and spun out of the parking lot, John climbed into his truck then pulled out after him as they both raced down the road, putting as much distance as they could from the town.

Hearing one of his favorite rock songs playing on the radio, Dean leaned forward to turn the volume up. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat and tried to keep his mind free of Mackenzie, but was unsuccessful at it. No matter how many times he tried to push her image out, she kept creeping back in. He had no doubt her dark brown eyes and that dimpled smile would haunt him for years to come.

He blew out an annoyed breath and glanced in the rearview mirror for a moment, feeling his heart harden as his thoughts went to her once again.

Seeing his dad keeping pace with him, he couldn't help but remember something he told him the day before. As much as he hated to admit it, maybe he was right; the Coles were nothing but trouble.

•••

The dark sky began to lighten as the sun rose, Mackenzie sat on one of the steps in front of the library and waited for Dean. A duffel bag and purse sat at her feet as she kept her head turned to stare at the only entrance to the library parking lot. It was the way she had sat since arriving at the building a couple of hours ago.

Feeling a slight breeze, she pulled her legs closer to her body and wrapped her arms around them. She still had on the same blue jean skirt and Dean's t-shirt from the day before.

She had thought about ducking into a gas station bathroom to change earlier, but she wanted to get to the library as soon as possible to wait for Dean. She figured a shower and change of clothes could happen afterward.

She wasn't sure what time it was, but as the sun got higher and higher, her confidence was slipping away. Maybe Michael was right before, maybe Winchesters really couldn't be trusted.

When she heard the sound of an engine, her heart began to race as she sat up straight and waited for the car to come into view.

She felt her heart break piece by piece when it wasn't a black Impala pulling in like she hoped, but a light-colored pickup truck. When she saw an older woman step out of the truck, she realized it was the librarian arriving to open the library.

The woman began to walk toward the building and was surprised to see a young girl sitting on the steps. She glanced around for a moment, not seeing any vehicles and wondered if she walked here and why exactly was she sitting here alone.

"Oh, honey, what are you doing out here all alone? Are you hurt? Do you need help?" the older woman, Marie, asked as she came to a stop.

"No, ma'am, I'm fine," Mackenzie said politely, then stood up. "I was supposed to meet a friend, but I guess I got the time wrong."

"Are you sure you're okay, dear?" Marie questioned when she noticed a bruise on her cheek.

"I'm sure," Mackenzie said with a small smile.

"Do you want to come inside while you wait for your friend?" Marie offered, noticing the way the young girl was dressed. "It'll at least be warmer and I was just about to make a pot of coffee."

"No thanks, I'll just go see if I can find him," Mackenzie continued to lie as she snatched up the bags from the ground and began to walked away, worried the older woman would be concerned enough to phone the police or something- that was the last thing she needed.

She had only taken a few steps when a thought crossed her mind. She paused for a moment to turn toward the woman. "Excuse me, could you tell me what time it is?"

Marie looked at her watch. "It's a little after ten."

"Thanks," Mackenzie softly said. She quickly turned around and began to walk away as tears filled her eyes. She couldn't believe Dean didn't show, she honestly thought he would.

'I guess fathers do know best.' She thought bitterly to herself as she wiped away the tears from her face and continued to walk down the sidewalk.

She had no idea where to go or what to do, for once in her life she was completely alone. Michael might have left her alone a lot growing up, but in the back of her mind, she always knew he would return- that he would never leave her, but now that she left him and Dean let her down, she had no one to turn to.

With a sigh, she realized what she had to do. She had to go back to Michael with her tail between her legs and hope he forgave her and took her back in, if not, she would truly be out in the big world all alone.

•••

Many minutes later, Mackenzie stood in front of the motel door she had stormed out of earlier. She took a deep breath, then knocked softly on the door.

After not getting an answer, she grabbed the motel key from her bag- luckily she still had it on her when she left. She unlocked the door and slowly pushed the door open to see Michael laying on his stomach on the dirty carpeted floor.

She rolled her eyes and took a step inside the room. She should have known he would drink too much then pass out on the floor. She tossed her bags onto the closest bed, then glanced back over at her father, planning to yell at him to wake him up, until she saw something that made her eyes widen in fear; a small puddle of blood under his body.

"Oh, my god!" She dropped to the floor beside him. She paused for a moment, unsure what to do, then reached out to cautiously rolled him over onto his back.

She gasped in surprise and threw her hands over her mouth when she saw a bullet wound on the left side near his stomach. She grabbed a shirt laying nearby and pressed it on the wound, hoping to stop the blood flow.

While holding the shirt against the wound, she reached out a shaky hand and pressed her fingers against his neck. She blew out a sigh of relief when she felt a light pulse.

"Michael, Michael!" she called out, trying to get his attention.

Her father groaned in pain and slowly opened his eyes, he gave her a weak smile. "Mac..." he whispered. For a moment, he wasn't sure if she was really there or if he just imagined it.

"Yeah, it's me," she said. "Listen, don't talk. I'm going to get you help, it'll be okay."

"No time...it's too...l-late," he slowly said as it became harder to breathe.

"Don't say that," she argued with tears in her eyes. "You're not going to die, You can't die."

"Stop Azazel. You-You hear me? Stop him...he...he has...Qu-" he began to say before he started coughing and gasping for breath.

"Shh, it's okay, don't talk." She glanced down at the shirt she held against his wound, it was already soaked with his blood. No matter what she did, she couldn't stop the steady flow of blood spilling out.

"I'm...s-sorry..." he spoke hoarsely as he took one more deep breath, then closed his eyes for good.

"Michael, Michael!" she screamed out as she shook him. "No, no you can't die."

Laying her fingers against his neck again, she choked out a sob when she couldn't find a pulse this time. She muttered out 'no' over and over as she laid her head on his chest, holding her breath to try to hear a heartbeat that would never come.

"Daddy? Daddy!" She sat up, the word was one she hadn't spoken in years. She couldn't stop herself from shaking his body again. "Daddy, please don't die. Please!"

"I don't want to be alone," she whispered. As tears rained down her face, she laid a hand on his still chest. "Please don't leave me alone," she choked out before a sob took over and she collapsed onto his dead body.

"I can't do this alone," she whimpered before squeezed her eyes shut and felt the loneliness settling in.

•••

After Michael died in her arms, she had numbly stood up from the floor and called the police. She had told them when she had returned she had found him like that. She told them she assumed it was a robbery gone wrong. She knew that explanation would go over better than the truth- which was a demon had killed her father.

Before the cops showed up, she had done a quick search of the room and found sulfur, meaning a demon had been there, and she had a good idea which demon it was- it had to be the same bastard that took the rest of her family all those years ago, the one they had been chasing all her life.

Days later, after dealing with the police and having her father's body cremated, she was now sitting behind the wheel of Michael's Jeep at the state park she and Dean were at recently. She couldn't believe how much had happened since the last time she was there.

That day Dean had asked her to leave with him and she was seriously considering it, now here she sat alone and her father was gone. She wouldn't deny that he was an asshole most of the time and she had daydreamed often how it would be to leave him, but at the end of the day, he was her father. He was the last family member she had left and now she was alone and she wasn't sure where to go from here.

She glanced over at the passenger seat and picked up Michael's journal that he had used for years. She knew he used it to make notes about Azazel, then later other demons and monsters they had come across- even though she had never read it until now.

She opened the book and flipped through a couple of pages, she was surprised to see that Michael also used it to write down his feelings and what he was thinking. She couldn't help but chuckle at one paragraph she read from fifteen years ago.

'I took Mac out shooting today. I do believe she's a natural at it. After a few missed shots, she was finally able to hit a target. I know some people might frown upon teaching a seven-year-old to shoot, but I couldn't help but feel proud every time she hits the target. Besides, I enjoyed our time together and from the smile on her face, I believe she did too. Maybe I'm not such a bad father after all...'

She turned a few more pages and felt tears come to her eyes when she read about his fears of being a failure of a father after a fight between them twelve years ago.

'I yelled at Mac again today, I hate when I snap at her but I'm at a loss on how to do this. I don't know how to be a father; a single parent. Delilah was the great parent and she knew how to make me be a great parent. She made me a better man, but now that she's gone, I don't know what to do. It's been years and I still miss her just as much as the first day I lost her. I know she looking down on me and she's disappointed in how I act, but I don't know what to do, Lord please tell me what to do...'

Mackenzie wiped the tears from her cheeks, then flipped through a few more pages. She paused when she came across what Michael wrote about meeting John and working with him to try to stop Azazel. Her eyes widen in surprise at what she read.

'I fucked up tonight, I had the perfect shot to take that bastard out, then finally everything would be over. But instead I froze; I froze because he told me he has Quinn. That monster has my little girl. John believes he's lying, but I feel it in my heart that he's telling the truth. My little Quinny is alive and I won't stop until I find her...'

"Quinn is alive?" Mackenzie mumbled to herself as she quickly flipped through the journal looking for more about her sister.

After glancing at every page, she discovered that not only had Michael been hunting monsters for the last ten years, but he had also been tortured demons for information on Quinn, then wrote down anything he found out.

Mackenzie slammed the book shut and realized what she had to do now. She knew what her purpose was; she had to find and save her baby sister.

•••

A/N; So here is the end of part two, the next chapter will start part three and jump a few years ahead. Don't worry, more Dean is coming up, and Sam will be with him!

Thank you to everyone reading!

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