Hey Sister

One

Anything in Italics is in sign language unless noted otherwise. Also, any sign language is based on whatever I could find online and what I could remember. If anything is incorrect, please feel free to PM me. Also, I don't really have a FC but the way the girl on the cover looks is how McKenzie is supposed to look.

"Kenzie." Dean whispers, shaking the teenager's shoulder. "Kenzie wake up and get dressed." McKenzie groans and slowly opens her eyes, looking at her older brother crouched in front of her.

What? She signs, her brow furrowing tiredly and grumpily. Dean stands and starts shoving his things into his duffel.

"We're going to get Sammy." He answers. McKenzie's hand drops from her eye and she looks to her with a brow raised.

He's not going to come with us. She signs. Dean sighs. 

"He's gonna have to." 

We don't need him. We can find Dad just fine on our own. Dean shakes his head. 

"No, we can't and you know it." He argues. "Can you stop being mad at him for two seconds and just accept that we need his help?" McKenzie rolls her eyes and stands, grabbing her bag and entering the bathroom.

She pulls on a green sweater and a pair of blue jeans before braiding to large sections of her hair and pulling them back into a ponytail with the rest of her hair, her signature hunting hairstyle. She quickly brushes her teeth before throwing her stuff back into her bag and exiting the bathroom. She pulls on her brown combat boots and clips on her gold bird necklace before grabbing her gun from underneath her pillow and slipping it into the back of her waistband. She slides a couple of throwing knives into her boots and her pocketknife into her front pocket. 

"You know we're just going on a drive for now, right?" Dean asks with a hint of amusement in his voice. 

You know we hunt monsters, right? The teen counters. Besides, you and I both know you have at least two weapons on you at all times. 

"Let's just go." Dean grumbles. McKenzie smirks slightly and grabs her duffel bag and bookbag before following her brother out of the room.

As soon as the two get into the car, McKenzie grabs her blanket from the floorboard and leans back in her seat, kicking her feet up on the dash. Dean slaps at her feet, making her drop them back to the floorboard. McKenzie rolls her eyes and turns in her seat, leaning back against the door and propping her feet on the seat between her and her brother instead.

They arrive at Stanford around 2 AM. Dean nudges McKenzie's feet, waking her up. She looks out the window at the tall apartment building and turns to her oldest brother with a raised brow. 

Sammy lives here?  She asks, receiving a nod in response. Swanky. 

"You're so judgy." Dean informs the teenager, stepping out of the car. McKenzie quickly follows, allowing him to lead the way to the building. The two climb up the fire escape, coming to a stop outside of their brother's window. 

You're sure this is the right one? McKenzie asks as she her knife from her pocket. 

"Yes. I'm sure. I know how to do my job, you know." Dean states, rolling his eyes. "Now, would you hurry up? It's freezing out here." 

McKenzie shimmies the knife between the windowpanes and nudges the latch open. She slides her knife back into her pocket before slowly opening the window, praying it doesn't make any noise. Once the window's open, the teenager slides through, landing silently on her feet. She takes a few steps forward, looking around the apartment while her brother lets himself in. McKenzie whips around at the sound of something shattering, drawing her gun. She relaxes at the sight of her brother, rolling her eyes as she slips her gun back into her waistband.