"Hey guys? Is something wrong with Y/N?" Jack asked as he walked into the kitchen.

Sam, Cas, and Dean sat around the table, as they normally did in the mornings. They all looked up at him. They all wore a face of concern, but Dean's was to mask his surprise. What did he know?

"Why do you ask?" Sam questioned.

"Well," Jack started, "I found her throwing up in the bathroom this morning. I asked if she was sick, but she insisted it was just the flu and told me not to worry… So I asked if I could check to make sure for her and went to touch her forehead and she got all weird. She won't let me touch her and she keeps insisting she's fine. I don't know, I just wanted to make sure she was okay."

Cas grunted and stood up from the table. "I'll check for you, Jack."

Dean, knowing Cas might be a bit more forceful to find out what was wrong with you, jumped up too. "I'll come with you."

"Dean, I-" Cas started, but Dean was already pushing him out the door.

"No man, you freak her out sometimes. I'll be there to reassure her."

That didn't reassure anyone in the room, because they didn't know about your interactions with Dean. They would have never thought the two of you to be close.

Once they were outside Cas headed for your room but Dean stepped in front of him. "Cas, dude, I need you to go back in there and tell them that you checked her and everything's fine."

Cas was taken aback by Dean's words. "Dean I'm not going to go in there and lie to them-"

"Cas you gotta-"

"What is going on Dean?" Cas demanded.

You had finished cleaning yourself up and were headed to the kitchen for breakfast when you overheard their argument.

"I can't tell you and you can't tell them. It's Y/N's secret and you-"

"My secret?" you interrupted as you rounded a corner towards them.

Dean flipped around immediately, with wide eyes and went to explain himself, but Cas stepped past him and walked towards you.

"Y/N, good. I was asked to check up on you."

You shook your head and smiled as positively as possible. "Oh, don't worry. I'm fine."

"No Y/N," Dean explained. "Like magically check. Like he sticks his fingers on your head and does the angel voodoo to…" He let out an exasperated sigh before cutting to the chase. "Jack's worried about you."

You picked up on what he meant immediately. "Still?"

When Jack had found you a couple of hours ago, you thought the flu excuse would work. When he asked to check for you, you really panicked. You figured he'd get over it quickly, but you guessed he hadn't. And now there was no way around Cas.

"Yeah. He asked Cas to check on you because you weren't letting him."

"Y/N, what's wrong with you?" Cas tried again for answers.

You had accepted the fact that Cas was going to find out. You weren't as worried anymore, because after Mary found out, you realized that most people were pretty calm about it. Of course, there is that look people give you, when they find out you're going to die, but you weren't as nervous about Cas finding out as Sam or Jack.

You lifted your hair from your face, so that Cas would have better access to your forehead and closed your eyes as he reached for your head.

You flinched slightly, but the warmth that his fingers spread through your body wasn't all that bad.

When you opened your eyes again, he looked bewildered. "I don't understand. When? How?"

"Cas," you cautioned, "you can't tell them. Sam and Jack can't know about this."

"Who knows?"

You sighed. "Only you, Dean, and Mary."

"When are you going to die?"

You bit your lip. It was a hard question to answer and you had hoped he'd know after he found out about it.

"Doctor's guess about 6 months," Dean interjected, seeing your discomfort.

Cas nodded slowly and there was a moment of understanding between you two. You knew he wanted to help, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't heal you.

"I am sorry, Y/N," he finally conceded.

"Don't be, Cas," you assured him. "But honestly, please don't tell the others."

He looked at Dean for a minute, then back at you. "I won't."

He turned around and walked back into the kitchen to tell the others that you were fine.

Dean smiled at you. "I'm proud of you kid." He leaned forward and gave you a hug. "I know it's not easy, but you'll be glad you told him. And it will get easier."

You pulled away from him. "It will get easier? To tell basically my older brother and my boyfriend that my clock is winding down?"

Dean's smile turned sad and he pulled you closer again. "You're right. Maybe it doesn't get easier. But you'll be glad you did it. I promise."

You nodded against his chest. "I believe you."

When your phone started to buzz during dinner, you were quick to snatch it up, only needing a minute to check the caller ID before flipping it open and hissing, "Jesse! Where have you been? It's been two weeks!"

"Hey Y/N. I found Kim and she says she'll help us."

You sighed. "Oh thank god. Is she coming back with you?"

He chuckled slightly on the other line. "Uh, funny story we're actually in Maine right now…"

"Maine?!" you shrieked. "Jesse, what the hell are you doing in Maine?"

"Calm down. Calm down," he insisted. "Turns out Kim's having the same visions we were having about some kid in Maine. She doesn't know his name, but he lives in northern Maine in a town called… what's the town again?" he whispered to someone supposedly next to him. "Right Easton. Could you do that thing you did when you found me in the motel and search Easton, Maine for a kid that would be our age with no recordable father?"

You tapped your foot nervously, aware of the boys staring at you as you argued with Jesse. "I could try. Hacking a motel is easier that hacking an entire town, but-"

"Easton's small I promise."

"Look, I'll ask Sam-"

"Thanks! Get back to me as soon as you know! Great, love ya, bye!"

He hurriedly hung up and you had to keep yourself from throwing your phone.

You turned around to find the boys confused faces staring back at you. "Sam, can you find someone for me? A boy, lives in Easton, Maine, who's nineteen and has no registered dad?"

Sam still looked confused, but the two of you had gotten past your "destiny" argument a while ago.

"Uh yeah. Sure. Right now?"

You realized he meant during dinner and you giggled. "No, you can finish eating first."

He smiled as you sat back down and started eating.

Your text to Jesse was short and sweet: David Starling and Anthony Crain fit the description.

J: On it!

Your jaw tightened as you wrote back: Your welcome, asshole.

You and Jesse weren't on bad terms, but you weren't exactly happy with his attitude. Then again, one conversation with Sam reminded you that you also had a bit of a temper, so you had to deal with it.

"Lets go!" Dean said, walking into the War Room and grabbing his jacket.

Your head immediately shot up, as did Sam's.

"Go? Go where?" Sam asked as you jumped up to follow Dean.

Your excuses as to why you and Dean kept disappearing were wearing thin. You had the others thinking you and Dean wanted to get to know eachother better, being the least acquainted of the group, but going for food wouldn't make sense right now, at 10 in the morning, and any excuse you came up with you'd have to justify and prove.

"Dean's taking me to get my hair cut," you answered. Both Sam and Dean gave you confused expressions, but you shook it off. "Yeah, I was telling Dean the other day that my hair was getting really long and he suggested me going to get it cut and we decided today was the day."

Dean quickly got out of his daze and said, "Yep. That's the plan. And we really should be going."

You leaped out. "Bye Sam!" you called after you as you left.

You and Dean clambered into the impala, but Dean stopped before starting the car.

"What?" you asked him.

"Y/N, you're going to have to get your hair cut now, you know that?"

You shrugged. "Yeah. It's all good. I want it cut."

He still didn't start the car and you knew he was onto you.

These past few weeks you had grown pretty good and covering your tracks. You tried to eat as much as possible, so that your weight didn't drop by a substantial amount and you had learned to cover your bigger bruises with makeup. You even had a list of excuses to use if you needed to make a quick getaway to the bathroom to throw up and had learned where to go if you didn't want to be caught by Jack again. All side effects of the chemo that you had learned to manage. The only thing you couldn't hide was your hair loss.

Now, it wasn't terrible, Sam and Jack weren't that observant, but you were sure that wouldn't last long. Your hair was getting thinner by the day and unless you made a drastic change to it, to take away from the obvious, the boys were going to catch on.

You didn't have to explain this to Dean, though.

"How short?" he asked.

You shrugged again. "I don't know. I don't want it to be too obvious. So, just… Shorter."

He nodded. "Okay. I'll figure something out while you're in your next appointment."

You hesitated a minute, before stepping back into the bunker. Your head felt strange. Much lighter, that was for sure.

You kept reaching to push your hair out of your face only to find it not long enough to stay.

"You look fine," Dean said, noticing your fidgeting.

You took a big gulp before nodding and continuing down the stairs.

Your hair tickled your cheeks and the back of your neck as you and Dean walked your seperate ways into the bunker.

You headed for your room, and almost made it, before Jack shouted, "Y/N!"

You cursed yourself inwardly, before turning to face him. "Hey Jack. Do you, um, like it?"

He grinned, practically skipping across the hall to you. "Yes. I love it!" He reached out to touch it. "It looks so nice. And it tickles," he added.

You both giggled. "Yeah. It tickles me too. Should I keep it?"

"Definitely." He leaned forward, placing a quick kiss on your nose.

You blushed, but only one thought was running through your head: It worked.

"David," is all Jesse said when you picked up the phone.

"Great. Finally coming back?"

You could hear him sigh through the phone. "You know I'm not sure I want to anymore," he said sarcastically. You didn't respond to that, so he went on. "Yes. The three of us are at the airport on our way to Kansas. I even set up a hotel for us to stay at, thank you very much."

You couldn't help respecting the boy. As annoying as Jesse got, he was efficient.

"Okay. I'll see you when you get back and we'll go over battle plans?"

"Woah. Maybe we should get to know eachother better before we start making war plans, don't you think?"

You paused. "I'm not sure if you're being serious."

He laughed. "Yeah, this is why I'm on recruitment duty and you're on strategy duty. You'd scare them away."

You couldn't argue with that. "Okay. See you later."

"Bye!"

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