A/N: Hi again! So glad you enjoyed the first chapter! I promise all try to update as fast as I can! Thanks for reading!
The hour drive to the hospital seemed like a long drive.
Boy you were wrong.
When you get to the hospital it was raining harder than it had rained in a long time. Sam and Dean were waiting for you outside, when they got into the Firebird the atmosphere changed. A great heaviness builds up around all three of you, Dean sits in the front with you while Sam sits in the back.
Led Zeppelin's 'When The Levee Breaks' is playing on the radio, you're about to lower the volume but Dean gently moves your hand away, "Leave it," he says, "I like this song."
You remove your hand an place it back on the stirring wheel.
Its an hour into the drive and no one has said a word since the radio thing, both brothers are looking out the window, the rain has died down a little, and the songs have changed from Led Zeppelin to Creedence Clearwater Revival to Kansas to Lynard Skynard. You're about to say something when Sam leans toward you from behind, "Thank you for picking us up Y/N." He says, panting your shoulder before sitting back in his seat.
"No problem Sam." You say as you go down the highway.
You want to tell them how sorry you are, how you wish you could have stopped them, you at least managed to tell John that his father didn't run out on him, which probably gave him a mini heart attack, but it didn't stop them from getting getting into that accident, didn't stop John from making that deal with Yellow-Eyes. You tried telling them of the future but something wouldn't physically let you, and right now you're pissed at yourself because you have all this knowledge and there's nothing you can do about it.
"I'm hungry." says Dean, it's been two hours now and this is the first time he speaks up.
"Okay we'll stop for a bite." You tell them as you spot a blue sign showing food and gas nearby.
John Winchester may not have been in the running for Best Dad anytime soon, but that didn't mean he didn't love his sons, and you wish you could have shared that with Sam and Dean but they're so stubborn and cold, Dean would just make some joke and Sam would sigh and look off into the distance say something like "Yeah, thanks." They wouldn't confide in you, not just yet, if they were going to mourn they'd do it together or most likely on their own. Right now the boys are eating their burgers while you chow down on some fries and a coke, eventually you'll find a way to tell the boys but for right now you sit in silence, gumming over your current situation.
It's been six months since John Winchester's death. So far you an the boys have tracked down a killer clown, vengeful spirits, a murderer, a zombie girlfriend, and people with psychic abilities just like Sam, you met Gordon, who real is a douche but also terribly frightening, and recently you guys encountered your first hellhound, this is all going to plan and it's killing you inside. Deans freaking out about Sam and what John said to the both of you and you know why but you can't say anything. When you tried to explain to Sam what was going on and how you knew so much after meeting Andy, you went into a frenzy and the guys thought you were having a seizure. So now you just try to drop hint but all you can really do is let things play out, it's not like you're mute or anything, you can talk to Sam and Dean about other things, but nothing about the future.
Its weird talking to two of your favourite characters, it's even weirder realising that they're not just characters anymore but real people. They had always made an impact on your life, they made you a better hunter than you ever thought imaginable, not that you ever hunted before because you know, the only thing you hunted for was for the food in your refrigerator, but now you're secret assassin status, Bobby, Dean, and Sam have trained you so well, you could actually kill a man with his own finger. Not only that but you guys were becoming a lot closer, there was definitely a bond between you and the brothers.
"Where are we?" You ask the brothers.
You're in the backseat of the Impala, on another hunt with the boys. Sam is in the front with Dean, reading over a map.
"Are we in Oregon?" You ask the guys. Last night you had been in Nevada, you had gone to sleep watching the stars, today when you woke up, you saw trees, lots and lots of trees.
"Yes we are Y/N." Dean says over the Megadeth playing on the radio.
You sit up in your seat and stretch, a flannel shirt falls off of you. You stick out your chest involuntarily as you try and crack your back. You catch Sam looking at you through the side view mirror.
"I didn't want you to get cold," Sam says "Dean had the windows down for most of the night."
You grab hold of the white and grey flannel shirt and hand it back to Sam, "Thanks Sam."
Sam averts his eyes and clears his throat, you can't help but smile just a little and continue stretching, you catch Dean watching your reflection in the rear view mirror, unlike his brother, he doesn't look away not just yet and as blush rushes to your cheeks you see a sly smile spread across Dean's face. Sam notices the interaction and snorts.
"Get a room you two." He says going back to the map.
You try to hide your red face from the two of them but you're pretty sure Dean can still see your reflection.
"Where are we going?" You ask again.
"Rivergrove." Sam says.
"What, Rivergrove?" You ask, your heart rate begins to quicken its pace.
"Yeah," Dean says, " Sammy had one of his vision things," he looks at your through the mirror, "he thinks I'm gonna kill a guy."
"Dean." Sam says.
"Guy with blond hair and a scar right?" You ask them.
"Yeah," Sam says, turning to face you, "it always amazes me how you know that kind of stuff."
"I have a good memory." You reply.
"And being from the future doesn't hurt," Dean says.
"Since you know so much can you confirm or deny that I am going to kill this guy?" He asks you.
"I- I can't say." You reply.
"c'mon Y/N," Sam begs, giving you those puppy dog eyes, "we could really use all the help we could get right now."
"I can try." You say trying to relax your heart rate.
You close your eyes and try to let words flow out of your mouth; an image of Duane Tanner and the Croatoan carved in the telephone post, of the nurse with the virus, and of all that panic. You try so hard to verbalize what you see in your head, that you don't notice the blood trickling down your nostrils or Dean pulling over to the side of the road or Sam telling you to stop. Sam reaches back and grabs a hold of you before you slump to the floor of the Impala.
"Are you having another fit?" Sam asks.
"Sam! Sam, keep her calm, Y/N I'm so sorry, shit." Dean says, taking off his belt and putting it between your teeth.
Both brothers hold your hand as your body tries to fight off whatever just happened.
"We got you Y/N." Sam says stroking your hair.
It feels like your cheat is tightening, "D-d-don-" you gasp, holding in tight to the boys hands, "please..."
"Y/N please breathe, it's okay we're here, we got you." Says Dean.
You regain consciousness for a second only to past out in the back of the Impala.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I tried to write as much as I could from my iPod but I'm exhausted at the moment. I'll try to update again tomorrow! please review, I love reading your comments!