So we'll start from the beginning. It all started so many years ago now, it was on your first ever vampire hunt, back when you still had a halfway normal life, with a stable home a normal job as well as your hunting job to keep you more than occupied. At work you'd heard about all the young women who had gone missing lately, so many of them and all of them had been in their early twenties, similar looks and body types, and they had the same injuries from what you know they were classic to a vampires trademark kill.
Which much to your annoyance you had never hunted, but there was a first time for everything, and it was a clear pattern so you knew then and there what you needed to do.
This case had been setting off all of your hunting senses at once for weeks, so when you were finally able to you took time off work, you had told your boss that it was for family business and you would let her know when you'd be back to work.
Just because you didn't know how long it would take to sort it out, luckily she loved you, you had been there a long time and not had a lot of time off, and she understood you needed this for one reason or another she never really pried, not into your life at least, luckily for both of you really.
On the worst night of your life, the day your dad had died he'd left a letter behind for you, which wasn't something he would usually do, he had told you not to open it until morning.
When morning finally came and you had opened the letter, you found yourself almost passing out at the contents of it, because it turns out the hunt he had left for, well he knew that he probably wouldn't return from it.
Unfortunately, he had never been more right about anything in his entire life, the letter explained that if he didn't return there was something you should know, he had a brother, one you didn't know and had never met.
Turns out your uncle was a hunter as well and a bloody good one at that, clearly it ran in the family, your dad had written that if he didn't know about it or know someone who did, then chances are it wasn't worth knowing about.
So if you ever needed anything your dad had told you to go there, but to make sure you mention his name and explain the situation because ever since they had fallen out so many years ago now, he wouldn't know anything about you, just like you knew nothing about him.
You felt bad as you pulled up to his house, bad that this was the first time that you were going to be seeing your uncle, and it was because you needed his help with something, you hoped that he would understand your reluctance to come sooner. You parked next to an old classic car, it was in good shape and clearly, it had been looked after by the owner.
Turning off your engine you took a deep breath as you stepped out of your car, and onto the gravel driveway, locking your car you felt every crunch of gravel beneath your boots, as you made your way to his front door. You couldn't believe after all these years you were finally about to meet your dad's brother, a man you hadn't even know existed until a few years ago.
You just hoped that he still lived here, because it had been over twenty-five years since he and your dad had last even spoken, or worse still that he to had met the same or similar fate of your father.
Pulling yourself from your thoughts, you found yourself finally but gently knocking on the door in front of you and waiting with baited breath for someone to come to it, suddenly the nerves got the best of you and the most interesting thing around were the boots on your feet.
Suddenly a gruff voice makes you jump, "Can I help ya?" he questions, you quickly snap your head up, feeling the breath catch in your throat god he looks like your dad, you quickly clear your throat and hope your voice comes out normally.
"Oh, um, hi, my name is Y/N, my dad told me to come here if I was ever stuck on a case after he died." You explained, if somewhat a little shyly to the man before you.
"Oh, who was your dad?" Bobby asked sounding a little intrigued, but you could also tell that he felt a little bad for you as he spoke.
"His name was, Harry Singer" You watched as his eyes grew wide, processing the new information he was receiving, he really didn't know that you existed, but he didn't speak so you continued, "I know he was your brother, he told me that you didn't get along but you were a good man and if was ever lost or stuck I should come to you and ask for help" You explained, sadly as you looked the man in the eye you now knew to be your uncle, while you watched his reaction to your words as you spoke.
Bobby stood still as he looked at you, you could practically see him thinking, then he smiled, with a smile that reminded you so much of the man you loved with your whole heart, the man who was your entire world, you pushed the feelings down and tried to focus on the positive and you smiled back.
"So I've got a niece huh?" he questioned sounding a little awestruck.
"Yeah, look I am so sorry I didn't come sooner, I just didn't know what to say or do, and I didn't want to be a burden, but I really wanted to meet you and quite honestly, I really do need your help," you said honestly, hoping to god that he understood, feeling the guilt surrounding you at that moment.
"Hey, don't you dare feel bad none of this is your fault, maybe if I and your dad would have made up, I'd of known you existed this is on us, not you. But I'm glad you decided to come today anything I can do to help I will do gladly" Bobby said sincerely.
Standing to the side he opened his door wider, inviting you inside, "Okay, sure that would be great, Thankyou" you smiled, as you stepped inside his home for the first time. Pulling your coat tighter around yourself as you stepped toward him, a nervous habit you'd had for years,
"So, um do you have any kids?" you asked, interested to if you had any other relatives.
"No, well not exactly" Bobby chuckled, making you a little confused.
Before you could ask though you'd both walked into the kitchen, his arm around your shoulders ushering you into the room, it was then that you noticed the two guys sitting at his table. They'd previously been chatting away until you two walked into the room, then they had quickly fallen silent.
"Boys there's someone I'd like you to meet, this is Y/N my niece, and she happens to be the surprise my idjit of a brother was talking about in his letter, Y/N this is Sam and Dean Winchester" Bobby introduced proudly.
"Hey guys" you smiled nervously, tucking your hair behind your ear, come to think of it you were sure you'd heard of Sam and Dean Winchester before, you just couldn't put a finger on when and where, both boys stood from the table, the taller one who had hair all women would be jealous of, held out his hand, his brother, however, didn't look impressed and just stood there quietly and gave you a quick nod of his head.
"Hey, I'm Sam, this is my brother Dean, it's nice to meet you Y/N" he smiled kindly as he shook your hand gently.
"We were sorry to hear about your dad, we only met him once while we were out on a case, but he seemed like a good guy," Dean said, his voice surprised you as it seemed to come from nowhere, he was clearly more cautious of you than his brother, but this life did that to everyone and you could hardly blame him this was all a bit random.
Suddenly you felt very overwhelmed, "Uh thanks, look i really don't want to talk about it" you replied quietly, feeling that lump in your throat, and feeling the tears threatening to fall as they filled your eyes, the sick rising in your throat you had to get out of here you needed air.
You quickly pulled your hand away from whoever you had been holding, you couldn't even remember at that point, quickly running back the way that you came.
The panic was rising again just like it had the night you found him, the images of the night you found your father began to invade your mind, his mangled body, the blood, the smell, the blood pumping in your ears as your heart threatened to burst from your chest, for the first time in a long time you felt everything, like someone, had flipped a switch.
When you finally reached the hood of your car, you just couldn't go any further, your vision was foggy and blurred, you could only hear the pounding of your heart and blood in your ears.
You'd not seen another body left like his had been, ever, not since that day and not before. You just didn't know who or what had done that to him, you didn't hear the three pairs of heavy booted feet thudding towards you, not until a strong pair of arms had turned you and pulled into their body.
Your hands frantically grabbed at the material in front of you as you fought your breathing, you buried your face into his shoulder and your body relaxed quicker than it had in years. It smelled like home, just like him, you looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. God, he really did look like your dad, you weren't sure you would ever get used to that.
"It's okay, I got you just breathe, boys get her bags she's staying here," Bobby said with conviction, smiling down at you as he gave you another comforting squeeze before he helped you back to his house.
"T-thankyou, I...I'm sorry" you stuttered, your breathing still uneven and ragged.
"Really Y/N, don't apologise, please, you've been through a lot, I'm just sorry I wasn't there to help you through it, you can stay as long as you want or need. I may not have liked my idiot of a big brother but I loved him, I can't imagine what you went through or how hard it was." Bobby said a little sadly.
"He loved you too uncle Bobby, I know he did" you smiled sadly, testing out the uncle part as he sat you down on the sofa, and kneeled down in front of you.
"Yeah I know he did, that was always our trouble, we were both as stubborn as damn mules, I just wish we had worked things out before he died." he sighed truthfully.
"So did he, he said it was one of his biggest regrets, I got a very long letter" you smiled sadly.
"Look Y/N, I'm really sorry to do this but I just got a call from a friend before you arrived, she's got a big problem and really needs some help sorting it. But if you need me to stay, then I can always send someone else," he explained regretfully.
"No, I'll be fine, I can do some research if you're sure you don't mind me staying," you said with a small smile, trying to convince him you would be okay, happy that you could finally breathe again.
"Glad to see that smile again, of course, it's okay I insist, if you need any help with your case then the boys are at your disposal. They know almost as much as me at this point," he winked with a chuckle, "I can handle this one myself, and if you need to call me, for anything my numbers are all in the kitchen" he finished giving you one final look over, he looked a little unsure about leaving you.
"Go, really I promise I'm good. See dry face and everything, I'll ask the boys if they wouldn't mind helping me out" you said smiling reassuringly.
"Okay, okay I'm going, I should be back in a few days," he said as he left the room heading upstairs.
You giggled to yourself, this felt like home already, getting to your feet you decided to have a little look around, on the mantle you noticed a few pictures.
There was one of Bobby and a young woman, another of the same woman in the kitchen, a beaming smile covering her face, next to that was one of Bobby and the boys smiling happily, and in the centre was a picture of a group of people including Bobby, Sam and Dean, they looked like a big happy family, though Bobby was in a wheelchair you'd have to remember to ask him about that.
Walking over to Bobby's desk you were surprised he could sit here, what with the amount of paperwork scattering his desk. You were a little distracted, so when he entered you didn't hear his footsteps heading towards you, so his voice made you jump when he spoke close to you.
"Hey, sweetheart, look I'm sorry about before," Dean said, the guilt in his voice was obvious, though you weren't sure why, as he placed a hand on your shoulder he turned you around to face him.
When you did turn around you noticed just how tall he was compared to you, but also just how close the two of you were to each other. Swallowing the lump that had suddenly appeared in your throat, you flicked your gaze up to meet his although that was probably a mistake.
You hadn't noticed it before but damn this man was something else, you didn't know where to look, you didn't know what the hell had come over you as you stood their together.
His gorgeous green eyes were like nothing you had ever seen, the freckles that dusted his perfect features, those lips and tongue almost caused your knees to buckle. Neither of you saying anything as you were obviously looking him over, you weren't sure that you'd ever had such an instant connection with anyone before.
Swallowing yet another lump in your throat you finally spoke your reply, "It's okay, I'm fine honestly, you really don't need to apologise, it wasn't anything you did" you tried to assure him, your voice coming out as more of a hushed whisper.
Dean looked unsure of your answer and he said as much, "Are you really sure about that?" he asked, his voice suddenly taking on a huskier tone than before, as he took another step towards you.
You felt somewhat helpless as he did, you were like a moth to flame at that moment, and you just couldn't explain it even if you tried. You found yourself stumbling back becoming a little light-headed, and bumping right into Bobby's desk behind you, your gazes still locked on one another.
Not really thinking about what you were doing, you slipped your hand up his arm slowly feeling the muscles flex and tighten against you touch, stopping at his bicep to steady yourself, "Really, I promise it wasn't you, I just don't handle thinking about him very well." you explained, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Good, I understand better than you think, so you know, if you ever need to talk about anything, well, I'm here for you," Dean said softly, his voice almost matching your own, as he took another step forward, bringing him closer to you still.
You just nodded in reply, with a smile on your lips as you licked them, watching Dean watch you and suddenly feeling that all of the moisture in the room had gone.
The desk was suddenly oddly comforting, and probably one of the only things stopping you from falling over at the moment. Dean reached out for your hip, his large warm hand rested there as he watched you for a reaction, his thumb slowly rubbing the exposed skin there.
You slightly leaned into his touch despite yourself, both of you were breathing a little heavily, his touch was firm yet gentle, either way, he was certainly demanding your attention without much effort.
Whatever the hell was happening was proving impossible to stop, because it was practically magnetic between the two of you. You found yourself tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as the tension grew, you could practically feel Dean's eyes on your mouth, carefully watching every single little move that you made.
You watched as his eyes flickered back up from your lips to your eyes again, your breathing quickened as did his, you could feel his warm breath against your lips.
You both practically jumped away from each other, feeling your heart in your mouth when suddenly someone clearing their throat could be heard sounding like thunder as they entered the room.