Slightly AU. Remember Sammy? Well, he doesnt exist in this story. Instead, we've got a fierce, flamboyant, fired up redhead named Rachel Winchester. Should be fun, and at least a little crazy... Enjoy!

Rated T for some language.

Chapter 2 IS UP! 

“Come on, big brother,” I said, packing jeans and dresses into my suitcase. “You’re wasting time.”

Dean wasn’t packing. He sat on his bed and watched me throw my life into a little box with wheels and didn’t say a word. I started getting a bad feeling in my stomach, but I didn’t pay much attention. Whatever. Dad would be back soon.

At least he said he would be home soon. There was no telling with Dad. A hunt could be shorter or longer than he’d expected, and he’d expect us sitting tight waiting for him to stumble in drunk so we can greet him like the good little soldiers we are. Well not anymore. I stuffed my pocketknife and lighter from my purse to my suitcase and back again. Then I considered not taking them at all. Then I put my lighter back in my purse and my pocketknife under a pile of socks in the suitcase. I’d feel naked without either of them.

Dean’s suitcase was open and empty. I zipped mine and marched to his drawers, throwing the contents in. Jeans. T-shirts. Jean jacket, green. Jean jacket, blue. Underwear. Socks. Bowie knife. I took time to wrap the knife in two pairs of socks so Dean would have a chance. Someone catches an eyeful of that the first day of college? Your chances of staying under the radar are over. EMF meter got another pair of socks around it. Then I burrowed it under a stack of underwear. It could pass for a walkman, but nobody has those anymore. No need to stick out on our first chance to fit in. I ignored the shifting in my stomach as Dean watched me silently. Whatever. Pre-college jitters.

“Anything else?” I asked. Dean shook his head mutely. I zipped up his suitcase and lined it up next to mine. Dean Winchester, Stanford. Rachel Winchester, Stanford. It felt pretty good. It felt awesome. We were getting away. Both of us. We were gonna be normal.