-Bobby's POV-

It's been two hours and those idjits haven't even noticed Skye's absence. I eventually went to go check on her but she wasn't in her room. I walked back into the living room. "Hey, where's Skye at? She said she was studying."

"Skye's a big girl. She can take care of herself," Dean said.

"You know you sound a lot like John," I muttered. Dean jumped up.

"What??" He shouted.

"You heard me, boy! You ever think about Skye anymore? You ever wonder where she is? You ever wonder what she's going through? You ever climb out of that damn hole of self pity and think about your baby sister??" I yelled right back. "You guys have disowned that kid and all she does is smile and say you deserve happiness. She doesn't even expect to be noticed! You treat her even worse than John treated you."

I could see the realization in Sam and Dean's eyes. "Where's Skye?" He asked.

"I don't know."

"She's so used to being ignored that she didn't think about trying to tell us she was going out," Sam said. He whipped out his phone and texted her. 'Skye, come home please kiddo'.

We waited for a couple seconds before she replied. 'You waited 3 years to notice my absence. You can wait another hour'. Sam and Dean couldn't say anything because they knew they deserved that salty text.

I sighed when I read this text. "You two have killed the happiness in her. You've killed that sweet little girl that was always smiling. The innocence you had worked so hard to savor, gone. Was it worth it?" I asked before grabbing my stuff. "And if you find yourself too busy to care for Skye, you send her to me," I said. Yes, even I was pissed off at the brothers. I left the bunker and hopped in my truck, driving home.

-Skye's POV-

I had eaten a good dinner with my best friend and ignored the text from Sammy- Sam. He became Sam when he disowned me. My friend John and I walked around for a while, just making jokes and laughing ourselves silly. I would never tire of hanging out with my best friend. I finally went home, thinking about the text. For the first time since this all started, I was mad at my brothers. They can't just seal themselves in my heart again! I'm not being hurt again!

I finally got to the bunker and walked into the living room. Sam and Dean were there. "Hey princess-"

I stopped Dean. "Let me stop you there. My name is Skye to you," I said instantly. "You've lost the right to call me anything other than that."

I could see the heartbreak in his eyes. Good. He can see how I've felt for the past three years. "Sorry, Skye, we just wanted... We wanted to say sorry. And you know how bad I am at that, but you deserve it. You deserve the biggest sorry of the world. We got so caught up in ourselves that we didn't even think about you. You were supposed to come first. So Skye, I know how much we hurt you-"

"No you don't," I said. "You don't! You don't know how much you hurt me. I cried myself to sleep for a year and a half. I begged every God and angel out there for help, but no one did. I was never important enough. My award winning essay speech wasn't more important than a coffee date for you! When I came home crying because someone had hit home you never cared! And I never got mad. I just smiled and said it was okay. You stole my happiness, crushed it, and threw it to the ground! So know, you don't know how much you hurt me! You ABANDONED ME, damn it!" I shouted, tears flying down my face. "I was lucky if you noticed that I was with you at dinner! And I'm not much for self-promotion, but you don't deserve me! All I did was be happy for you, smile at you, and in return I got ripped to shreds emotionally! So, no, Dean, Sam, I don't forgive you."

I deserved to be selfish for a couple minutes. They didn't deserve my forgiveness. Not yet they don't.

I could see pain dancing in Sam and Dean's eyes. "I'm too tired of broken promises," I said softly. "So don't you dare promise to get better."

With that I stormed into my room and cried. I didn't eat dinner with them or breakfast, I just locked myself in my room. I couldn't bear to see them. Not after that. Eventually I heard a knock on my door.

"Hey kid- Skye. I know you're pretty pissed at us but you need to eat. And Sam and I can't cook so we just got you you're favorite burger and fries. And some heat up broccoli because Sam said you need greens," I heard Dean from outside. I whimpered softly, wanting my big brother and the food. I was too proud to admit I had forgiven him. They didn't deserve the forgiveness after all the heartbreak I've gone through but I forgive them. I got up and ran to the door. I opened it and wrapped my arms around Dean's neck, feeling tears running down my face again.

"I-I w-wanted y-you to feel h-how I felt, b-but I-I now r-realize... I-I don't w-want anyone t-to feel h-how I-I felt," I sobbed softly. Dean wrapped his arms around me as well.

"Shh, Skye. It's not your fault. It's our fault. We should have put you first. We made you grow up way too fast. We had protected your innocence for so long, but when we found happiness we forgot about your's. That makes us pretty shitty big brothers," he said. I whimpered.

"D-don't s-say that D-De," I said softly. "Y-you d-deserve happiness."

"Not after what I did to you I don't."

I remained in his arms for a good five minutes, not wanting to be released. "I-I missed you," I whimpered out.

Dean gently picked me up and the food as well, walking into my room and putting me on the bed. "I missed you too kiddo."

After I had calmed down I hungrily ate the dinner before turning to Dean. "A-are you mad at me?" I asked softly, rubbing my eyes. Dean leaned over and gently kissed my forehead.

"No, never. I will never be angry at you for that," he said softly. I nodded and moved into his arms. He hugged me and kissed my head. "We will never hurt you again."