Goodbyes and New Beginnings

You took your arm off of Sam's shoulder. He moved to put it back when you just shook your head. This was something you had to do alone. You stuck your right leg out and took a step, followed by your left and so forth. The pain was excruciating, and you were getting it from all angles. Your entire body was sore from being flung into a metal piece of furniture. Your right thigh where the wooden cabinet had embedded itself was screaming at you with every bit of pressure you put on it. Your side where the demon had made you stab yourself ached worse with each step. There were tiny cuts all over your body from the glass shards and splinters that stung in the cool night air. To say you were hurting was an understatement. But you kept going regardless. You stepped on piles of ash and different bits of window glass, breaking them with your boots. You had a goal in mind and you were gonna reach it by yourself.

Finally arriving at your destination, you crouched down, your entire body yelling at you. You brushed away several piles of ash until you found what you were looking for. Thank god it was unharmed. The desk drawer must've protected it. You picked up the wooden frame and dusted off the bit of soot that had fallen onto it. No matter where you went, you always took with you this certain picture. It was you, your mom, and your sister, all standing in front of a white picket fence and smiling. It was the last picture you had of your family and it was your favorite. Your right hand brushed over your mother, remembering how soft her arms always were. It trailed down to your sister's golden locks. She had gotten your mother's hair and you were stuck with your father's chestnut brown waves along with his tan skin. You always looked adopted in family photos considering your dad was never in them. But no one seemed to mind but you. Sure your sister would tease you, but you knew she had your back at the end of the day. You brought the picture to your chest and just let the leftover warmth heat your torso.

A hand on your right shoulder startled you out of your private moment. You looked up to see Dean standing there, his face sweaty and covered in ash. There was still a bit of blood residue on his neck and his green eyes looked down to meet your golden ones. Behind him, Sam stood tall, almost as if there for moral support. Whether it was for you or Dean, you didn't know. You tucked the picture inside your jacket and grabbed Dean's arm to help you to your feet. You crossed your arms. "So what now? I don't know if you guys have noticed, but I don't exactly work well with others. Sorry about your neck." Dean instinctually brought his hand up to feel where you had sliced him. "No one's asking you to. Just come with us to Bobby's for now and we can figure things out there. Besides, I've done worse just shaving." The corner of your mouth rose, threatening to turn itself into an actual smile. "But Y/N/N? Just make sure you get one of these (Sam pulls his shirt down to expose his anti-possession tattoo). I really don't wanna have to see you or another demon grab my brother's crotch again." Your half smile became whole and you looked around. "As long as you don't call me Y/N/N, you got a deal." Dean's face brightened having found something that irritates you. "Oh, now that's sticking forever." Your face turned toward him when he used the word 'forever'. Did he mean it? "Alright slow your horses Winchester, I said I'd accompany you to Bobby's, not travel the world with the dynamic duo." Dean thought for a minute. "All's I'm saying is minus the whole possession fiasco, you did good out there. We could really use your help every now and again. So what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell?" You looked to Sam and then Dean. The invite seemed genuine enough. "I'll think about it." You say as you smirk at the boys. But that was a lie. You were most definitely in. Dean rolled his eyes. "Tease."

"Jerk."

You said it without even thinking…

Damn, you were in farther than you thought.

Executive Producers

ERIC KRIPKE

ROBERT SINGER

-For those of you who have been asking, I would love to continue writing! As long as you guys are enjoying it I plan on taking the character on the crazy ride that is Sam and Dean's life! Thanks for the positive responses :)