Your lived in a small, one bedroom, one bathroom apartment and there wasn't a ton of space in your living room for the brothers, but you didn't want them to have to go rent a motel room. "Well, you can have the couch or anywhere on the floor." You suggested. "Dibs on the couch!" Sam yelled and plopped down on it. "Respect your elders, Sammy. Couch is mine." Dean said trying to move Sam. "I'll respect you when you can beat me at rock, paper, scissors." Sam taunted. They battled it out, and Sam won (like always), claiming his prize by spreading his long legs out on the couch. "Fine. I didn't even want the couch. This floor looks... inviting." Dean said as he sat down on the hard wood. "I'll get you some blankets and pillows." you laughed as you walked to the closet in your bedroom, pulling out all the extra bedding you had and taking it back to the boys.
"Hey, let's go get some grub. I'm dying for a cheeseburger." Dean clearly hadn't changed since you had last seen him. He loved his burgers, pie, and beer. You were amazed at how he wasn't overweight yet. That man could eat, yet hated exercise. "Yeah, good idea. I saw a diner a couple miles back on the way in." Sam agreed. "You coming, (Y\N)?" "Nah, I'm going to run to the store and stock up on some stuff." "Okay, we'll meet you back here in an hour or two."
Sam and Dean sat at a booth, and ordered their food. "It's good to see (Y/N) again. I really missed her." Sam said, breaking the silence. "Yeah. It's been too long. I just feel bad that the only time we've seen her in the past few years is because of a demon." Dean responded. "We should have visited her earlier. We had some good times together. She was such a good hunter. Sometimes I really miss having her on cases with us." "That she was." Dean said, looking excited as the waitress brought the food. "She saved our butts more times than I can remember." He picked up the cheeseburger and took an inhuman sized bite. "She looks good, too." Sam suggested, looking at his brother with a hinting gleam in his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked between bites, giving Sam a questioning look. "Oh, nothing..." Sam said sarcastically. "But I know you used to have a huge crush on her. Everyone knew." Dean glared at Sam, still not saying anything. "I'm just saying, dude. I saw the way you looked at her back at her place." "Drop it, Sam." Dean brushed the conversation off. "Dean, come on. Don't deny it!" "Drop it before I punch you in your face." "Fine." Sam looked down at his food, still determined to somehow make Dean admit it.
You had made it back to the apartment and we're stocking the fridge when you thought you heard the boys come back. "That place is pretty good huh? All the locals love it." No response. "Sam? Dean?" Still no response. You slowly reached for one of the kitchen knives laying on the counter. Maybe Mal was coming for you sooner then you expected. You braced yourself and quickly turned around to see Cas standing in the living room. "Cas! I thought you were a demon... You scared me!" "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I didn't mean to do that. How are you?" "Well considering the demon who killed my family is now out of hell and after me, I'm just peachy." You said sarcastically. "Cas? What are you doing here?" Dean asked as he walked in. "Sam, Dean, I'm here to warn (Y/N)." "Looks like we beat you to it." Sam told the angel. "Mal is stronger than he used to be. Much stronger. Without either of you having the demon knife, it will be difficult for you to kill him." Cas informed. "Wait, you lost the demon knife?" You hissed. "We didn't lose anything. It was stolen by a coworker of Bela. You remember her?" Sam explained. "Bobby is working on tracking him down right now." "Perfect." You muttered, returning to the kitchen to finish putting away groceries. Dean followed you in.
"So, how is life being normal?" He asked, grabbing some of the beers to put in the fridge. "It's... normal." You answered. "Nothing too exciting happens. Well, compared to hunting it's not that exciting. Just finished college, got a job. Nothing special." "What about any friends? Do you just live your life all alone?" "I have friends from classes and former jobs, but I'm not exactly what you would call a social butterfly." You laughed. "How about a boyfriend?" Sam said as he poked his head through the door. Dean glared at him. "Nope, no boyfriend. I was dating someone I met in one of my classes not too long ago, but it just didn't workout." "Hmmmh. What a shame." Sam said said as he he winked at Dean and went back to his research. "That's Sammy for ya. Still as nosy and annoying as ever." Dean fired back. You just laughed. "I take it you didn't go back to playing volleyball or soccer?" You were an amazing athlete when it came to those two sports. You had been the best on every team you played on, and if you had stuck with it, you had a promising future as a professional. "Uh, no... That very last hunt screwed up my knee pretty bad…" Pretty bad was an understatement. You had gotten in a fist fight with a ghoul on your last hunt before you called it quits. Long story short, you took a metal pipe to the knee, shattered your patella, and tore your ACL before you could reach your gun and blow the sucker's head off. "Oh, that's right. I'm sorry, I forgot…" "Don't worry about it. What's in the past is in the past."
"Well it's pretty late, so I'm gonna go to bed. Any of you need anything before I do?" You asked the boys. "No I think we're good thanks." They all agreed. "Oh, and one more thing," you added. "They blast the air conditioning here every night, so it will probably get really cold. Night!" You got ready and slid under the covers of your big bed, and dozed off.
You were at Bobby Singers house. A place you knew all too well. Your parents were off on a hunt with John Winchester, and you and Dean were sitting at the kitchen table playing cards. "(Y/N), I understand you want to leave this life. Who, doesn't?" You were having a conversation about how neither of you wanted to live this lifestyle for your entire existence. "But who have you known that has ever truly gotten out? No more problems, no more monsters coming after them?" Deep down, you knew he was right, but you didn't want to agree. "Just because no one has done it before doesn't mean it can't happen." You, try to stay positive. You don't want to raise a family in this kind of life. "You know, you can't just escape this life. No one ever really does." "Watch me, Winchester! "
You shot up in bed. "I'm still going to prove you wrong, Dean." You thought. You had tried your best to leave, but so for it looked like Dean was right. All you had to do was kill the stupid demon and be done with it, though. You put on some regular clothes and went into the living room. "Mornin' sunshine." Dean greeted you. "Have you guys gotten anything to eat yet?" You asked. "No we just woke up ourselves." Sam said in the middle of yawn. "Well I have the gourmet selection of cereal or toast. Take your pick."
After getting ready for the day, you were sitting in the living room talking. "So what do we have to do to kill this demon?" You asked. "Well YOU aren't going to do anything." Dean said. "What do you mean?" You asked. "(Y/N) it's been over 5 years since you last hunted. You're probably not on top of your game." Sam explained. "We don't want you to get hurt." "Don't treat me like I'm a helpless victim. I want to kill the bastard as much as either of you. In fact, probably more!" Your temper flared a bit more than you should have let it. "Easy there princess." Dean tried to calm you. "Don't call me that." You snapped. You hated when he called you that. "My mistake." He backed off, raising his hands in the air. "We're just waiting for Bobby to call us with the location of the knife." Sam said, trying to break the tension.
knock knock knock
Who the heck was at your door? Sam and Dean both put their hands on their guns and Cas stood up ready to fight. You looked out the peep hole and saw it was just your friend Jenny, so you opened the door. "(Y/N)!" She exclaims. "I didn't see you yesterday and just wanted to come congratulate you on finally being done with..." she paused as she looked over at the three men in your living room. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize you would would have company." She glanced over at Dean specifically and gave him 'the look'. She walked over and introduced herself. "I'm Jenny." She said with a smile. "Dean." He responded. "That's Sam and Cas." He said pointing to the two others. "Well, I'll get out of your hair, (Y/N). I don't want to interrupt anything." Jenny walked towards the door, gave one last smile to Dean, and walked out. "Dean, why was she smiling at you so much. I didn't hear you make a joke." Cas asked, very confused. You chuckled slightly. "She was flirting with him, Cas." "Why didn't you flirt back?" He looked over at Dean. "You told me that's what you do when someone makes a flirtation." "You only flirt back when you like that person or think they're attractive, Cas." Dean explained. "But don't you find all women attractive, Dean?" Cas tilted his head. "Not when he likes one way more than others…" Sam hinted. "If you say one more word, Sam, I'm going to take my beer bottle and shove it up your-" "Guys, hey! It's Bobby." Sam said, holding up his phone. "Did you find it?" He answered, then smiled and nodded, meaning Bobby had located the knife. "Perfect! Where is it? Okay... Okay... Thanks Bobby... Yes I know I owe you a beer... Uhuh... Okay... Bye..." he hung up and looked over at the three of you. "It's in Germany..." "Germany?" How the heck are we supposed to get there?" You felt a little dejected. "I ain't flying there. No way!" Dean groaned. "I'll get it." Cas said as he vanished.
He was back just as quick as he was gone. "Got it." He said, feeling proud of himself. "Why didn't we just have him do that in the first place?" You questioned. "We didn't know where it was. Once we narrowed down the search to one country, it was easy." Cas said. "Perfect, let's gank us a demon!" Dean declared.
That night was hard. You didn't want to fall asleep because you didn't want another nightmare, but it's not like you could anyway. You were actually pretty nervous about getting back into the swing of hunting things. You were just lying awake in bed when there was a quiet knock on your door, and Dean pushed it open. You didn't really feel like talking so you pretended to be asleep. "(Y/N)? Are you awake?" You, didn't respond. "I know you're not asleep." "What is it, Dean?" "Uhm. The ground is cold and hard and uh..." "Yes, you can sleep in here tonight." "Thanks, princess." "Don't call me that." Dean climbed under the covers and you shuddered at how cold he was as he snuggled against you. Although you hadn't seen Dean in years, you felt like you had picked up right where you left off, best friends. It didn't feel weird that he was sleeping with you. After all, it wasn't the first time you had shared a bed with him. When you used to hunt with them, you would switch off sharing a bed with Sam and Dean in motel rooms. Most of the time it ended up being Dean, but that was usually due to his absolute inability to use anything but scissors in their intense rock, paper, scissors battles used to make decisions.
You woke up with Dean's arm draped around you, and your legs intertwined with his. You moved to get out of bed, but Dean's arm tightened it's grip on you. "Just stay here, princess. It's too cold when you leave." He groggily requested. "Don't call me that," you told him for the third time since the boys had arrived. "Come on lazy butt, we've got a big day of demon tracking ahead of us." "Ughh..." he moaned and rolled back over.
You took a shower, packed a bag of clothes and supplies and headed into the living room. "You almost ready to go?" Sam asked. "As ready as I'll ever be." "We're going to take you to our bunker so you can stay there with Cas and Kevin while we find the demon." Bunker? Kevin? What was all this? Sam saw the confusion on your face, "You'll see when we get there."
You locked up the apartment and walked to the Impala. Dang, you had missed baby! She was such a beautiful car, and you had so many memories in it. You climbed in the back seat, with Dean driving, and Sam riding shotgun. Just like old times. You couldn't help but smile. "Where's Cas?" You asked. "He's off doing official awkward angel business." Dean answered. "If you need him, just call."
The bunker was about 8 hours away, but it only took you 6 and a half hours to get there while Dean was driving. They took you inside, gave you a tour, introduced you to Kevin, and showed you to your room. "Alright, (Y/N), we're going to go talk to the last people who saw the demon. We should be back in a few days." Sam came into your room and told you. "Are you really not going to, let me come?" "No, we're really not." "What if you get hurt and I'm not even there to save you?" You looked at Sam with the puppy dog eyes. "Those don't work on me, only Dean." Sam winked at you as he was walking out. "Wait, what?" You asked after him, but Sam was already gone.
You walked into the main living space and leaned against the door frame. "Kevin!" Dean yelled. "Kev- oh there you are. Make sure to watch out for (Y/N), don't do anything Sam wouldn't do." "You calling me boring, Dean?" "No, not at all..." Dean walked over to you, gave you a one armed hug and said, "Bye princess." "Don't call me that, Dean." You glared. "Be safe," you told the brothers, "and if you need help, call." And then they were gone.