Is This The End?
Y/n's POV
It took you about a day and a little hitchhiking but you finally made it home. You walked up to Bobby's front door and knocked hoping he would recognize you. You could only imagine how awful you looked right now.
You had cuts and bruises that made you question how someo let you into their vehicle. However, you did manage to change your clothes at some point.
Ever since you left, the whole trip back home has been a blur. Your only thoughts being wanting to go home and see your dad again.
Suddenly the front door creaked open to reveal a suspicious looking Bobby.
"Long time no see stranger," Bobby told you with a neutral expression, this was your breaking point.
Tears formed and fell down your face faster than you could blink as you attacked Bobby into a bear hug. The man didn't ask questions, he didn't even hesitate. He simply hugged you and rubbed your back comfortingly as you cried.
You were just crying over your fight with Dean, even though that was painful.
No, you were crying over what these boys have gone through, for what they still have to go through. You cried for all hunters who go through so much trauma on a daily basis and don't get the time nor energy to deal with it.
You were crying for those innocent lives that have been lost without even knowing the truth. You cried for Tobias and his family, for his mother whom you found lying barely recognizable from being torn apart.
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Bobby's POV
"Shhh it's ok, Bug," you muttered as comfortingly as you could.
You had no idea why Y/n was crying, no idea where those damn idjits are or what they did. There were so many questions going through your mind but all you chose to ignore them all for your daughter.
She needs you, and that's all that matters.
...But your boys might need you too, so that comes next.
"C'mon, lets get you inside, ok? I'll even make you some hot chocolate," you said carefully.
Y/n sniffles and nodded her head weakly. Leading her inside, you prayed to who or whatever was listening that those boys were alright.
Because just like Y/n, they may not be your blood, but they sure as hell were family.
Y/n sat down at the kitchen table not even paying attention to the clutter you've inevitably created while she was gone. You then began making some of the hot chocolate you promised her.
As you were doing your task, your mind couldn't help but wander to other points in her life. When she started getting bullied at school, when her father didn't even care that you took her and when she would get those nasty nightmares.
Once you finished making the hot chocolate, you put it in front of the red-faced girl and kissed her on the top of her head.
"Ok, are you ready to talk?" You asked as Y/n took her first sip of the beverage.
"I think so," she said softly, voice cracking and she even cringed at the sound of her own voice. It was as scratchy as if she tried to each sand paper, you couldn't remember the last time she sounded so fragile.
Then she began her story.
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Sam's POV; Still At Motel
You were speechless. Dean was telling you everything, starting from that first kiss in the cave to their latest fight. You could tell Dean was really worried and anxious by the way he was constantly moving.
"..Then she just grabbed her stuff and ran," Dean finished with an frustrated sigh.
"Do you know where she would go?" You asked shocked Y/n would just get up and leave.
"If I did do you think I'd still be sitting here?" He snapped.
"Woah man, Y/n left because of you not me," you said NY wanting to deal with one of Dean's pissy moods.
"What the f*ck is that supposed to mean?" He fumed.
"We got into this mess because you can't control your anger," you explained frustrated.
"DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME I CAN'T CONTROL MY ANGER!" Dean roared, face turning red from being so angry.
"Then what happened, Dean?!" You said on the verge of yelling yourself.
"I GOT SCARED!" He exclaimed, surprising both of you. "There, happy now?" He said lowering his voice in defeat but the irritation was laced within each word.
"Scared? Scared of what?" You said confused, Dean was quiet for a moment looking down.
"We've lost so many things, Sammy," he told you sadly and you went quiet. "I don't know if you've noticed, but we don't have much left. I was trying not to lose anything else, but instead I f*cked it up worse than I would've," he said with emotion.
"What do you mean?" You asked, all anger and frustration long gone by now.
"I found a really good thing, I didn't want to ruin it like I knew I would if I didn't stop us. Then not only would she be mad at me, so would you and Bobby and I can't-" his voice cracked, "-I can't lose anyone else, Sam, but now Y/n's gone who-knows-where you're all pissed off at me and sooner or later Bobby's gonna find out and-" he said before you cut him off hurriedly.
"Bobby! That's it!!" You exclaimed, your brain finally putting pieces of the puzzle together as you brought out your phone.
"What's what?" Dean asked confused and giving you a weird look.
"Y/n must've gone to Bobby's," you explained as you punched in the man in question's phone number.
"Of course!" Dean said excitedly. You began pacing anxiously with the phone next to your ear waiting for Bobby to answer.
It went to voicemail.
"Dammit, Bobby! Pick up your phone!" You exclaimed frustrated and anxious to find out if you were correct.
You tried a few more times but the man didn't answer. What could he possibly be doing? Was Y/n already there? You wondered.
"Anything?" Dean asked hopefully.
"Nope just voicemail," you answered solemnly.
Dean nodded before starting to go around throwing all his clothes in his bag and putting away his other stuff.
"What are you doing?" You asked your older brother.
"We are going to Bobby's," he answered firmly. "So start getting your crap together, we leave in 5," he informed you and you easily complied.
The two of you quickly got packed up and ready to leave and we're about to get inside the Impala. You noticed how Dean still seemed tense and irritated, maybe it's be best if he didn't drive right now. With his temper so shot at the moment you didn't want to get into a car accident.
"Hey Dean," you said, once you had his attention you continued. "Maybe I should drive," you suggested carefully.
"Yeah, no," he replied.
You rolled your eyes and got into the man's precious vehicle. Dean put one of his songs on and you recognized it pretty quickly.
"Tonight? Seriously?" You groaned.
"Can't beat Ozzy, Sammy," Dean cheered as he started driving off.
You reached over to try and change the song but Dean slapped your hand away.
"Nuh uh, house rules-" Dean started
"-Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole," the two of you finished at the same time.
You've heard your brother say that enough that you had the 'house rules' down. Dean just smirked at you and turned the music up louder.
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Dean's POV; Time Skip Next Day
After driving for the rest of yesterday, you and Sam both finally made it to Bobby's. You anxiously walked up to the front door. Trusting Sam followed you, you knocked on the door.
"About time you idjits got here," Bobby said opening the door.
"Hey Bobster," you teased the old man with a smile before glancing behind him to see if Y/n was there.
"Cool it lover boy, she's not here," he informed you.
"What do you mean? Do you know where she is?" You asked trying not to sound too eager.
"Of course I know where she is," Bobby said sounding offended at the idea of not knowing where his daughter is.
"Where is she?" Sam asked gently.
"She's on her way to Stanford," Bobby said with a sigh and your heart sank, you lost her.
Is this the end?