Notes: Y/F/N= Your/Fathers/Name (or make one up?)

Dean unlocked the door and pushed it open despite his hands being full of what he deemed as breakfast on your ride back to the hotel room. You laughed as he almost dropped a bag, "Shoulda let me carry one."

He turned to you briefly, eyeing you with a mean glare before making his way fully into the room. Sam still lay there, soft snores leaving him as you walked in and tried to quietly shut the door behind you. The further you walked in the more of Sam you could see; he had kicked off the blanket exposing himself clearly to the room. He lay in the same position you crawled under, only he had obviously replaced you with a pillow he was clinging tightly too.

Dean scoffed, setting down the food and shaking his head. "Im gonna go shower." You announced, walking past both brothers and locking yourself in the room. It was these moments, moments alone, where you were able to think about everything going on that really got to you.

Your shower was quick, the rumble in your stomach and knowing food was within striking distance kept you from soaking in the shower for hours like you had planned to do. The Winchester brothers were being more than helpful, but you never got the chance to really grieve or wrap your mind around everything happening.

Leaving the room, you saw that Sam had moved, but was still asleep. Dean on the other hand was deep in his Chinese food, not focusing on you at all. You threw yourself down in the char across Dean, searching the already opened boxes for something to satisfy your hunger.

You chewed your food slowly, savoring the flavor of it all, your stomach continuing to growl. "Does he always sleep this long?" You asked, looking over at Sam. Your eyes lingered on him, on his peaceful face, his messy hair, and his arms clinging for dear life around that pillow.

Dean set his food down, "No. You must of kept him up all night." Dean wagged his eyebrows at you with a large smile on his face.

You scoffed, "in his dreams."

"Oh I am sure that is exactly what he is dreaming about." Dean motioned to Sam who squeezed the pillow close to his chest.

"Gross."

Sam started to stir awake now, leaning on his elbows and running a hand through his hair. He looked around, noticing that he was lone in bed. He sat up, sighing deeply before rising to his feet. "Well good morning princess." Dean said, jumping to his feet. Sam laughed, turning towards his brother. "Breakfast is on the table. Eat up."

Sam finally looked over at you, giving you a small nod as he all but threw himself into the seat Dean had just left. "Chinese for breakfast? Really Dean?" He lifted a few of the containers, sniffing at the goods before setting the containers back down.

"What can I say, I was feeling ethnic this morning." Dean raised his hands in defense.

Sam laughed, "Ethnic? Yeah okay." He rolled his eyes. Picking up another container, this time picking at the food with his own chopsticks.

Dean shook Sam's words off, ignoring them completely. "Hope you're well rested," He said, "We get to suit up today and do a few interviews." He said with a rather large smile on his face.

"What'd you find?" Sam asked, his serious voice on for the first time all morning.

Dean looked back and forth between you and Sam. He stammered, the words on the tip of his tongue but unable to come out. He gave Sam a look, one that asked his brother if he should even say anything in front of you. Sam gave him a small nod, but you could tell both were wary about talking logistics in front of you.

Dean breathed deeply, "I looked into their jobs. Looks like Y/F/N had a promotion the other day." His eyes met yours, "Just need to get our feelers out."

"And what will I do?" You asked.

"You are going to stay in the nice and safe, highly protected room." Dean motioned to the room around him, arms stretched in front of him.

You cocked your head. "Highly protected?"

"Hex bags all over the place." Sam chimed in, his mouth full of food.

You nodded your head, "Right." But your voice was full of sarcasm.

"Right." Dean and Sam said together.

X*X

You huffed, legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Your hands tapped a beat to your stomach. You clicked your tongue, hummed a few bars and then groaned. You sat up, looking around the room. It was pretty bare, Sam and Dean had kept their bags of mostly dirty clothes in the room, but took pretty much everything else.

You had wanted to go through their bags, but by the smell coming from both of them you decided to let them have their privacy. You turned on the TV on, but all you could find were reruns of old shows, or lifetime movies that had just too many feels for your liking.

"I am not going to stay cooped up in this room." You said, jumping to your feet. You pulled the hem of your t-shirt down, and made your way to the door. You looked back at the room again, giving it a quick glance before you left it.

The sunlight hit your cold skin and gave you goosebumps. You trudged on, your footsteps hurried as if you were being chased. The good thing about Dean's choice in cars was that it was loud, and you'd hear it coming in time to run back to the room if you needed to.

But nothing came, and before you knew it you were in the corner market, walking aimlessly up and down the aisles. You didn't buy anything, you hadn't any money too, but being out and able to walk around was refreshing. No cooped up car, no cooped up hotel room. You were finally alone, finally able to think about all that was going on.

While walking, you found a park, one that had a few children, dogs, and adults roaming freely. You found a nice spot, where you could easily lay and bask in as much sun as you could get before your inevitable return back to the hotel room.

Like before, everything seemed to come crashing down on you like a brick wall. Every time you closed your eyes the images of your father and mother taking their last breath flashed before you. No tears fell from your eyes this time, but the tightness in your chest let you know that they were there, and they were ready.

You sat up, drinking in the green grass before standing on your feet again. This was too much, and with the brink of tears threatening you, you knew that you needed to make your way back to the hotel room before people started asking questions.

"Y/N? Is that you?" Someone yelled from off in the distance. You turned, blocking the sun from your eyes with your hand as you searched for the reason. "Y/N! over here!" And finally you saw it. The waving of a hand belonging to your friend. She rushed over, hair bouncing with each hurried step. "Y/N, I haven't seen you in forever. How long have you been back in town?"

You hesitated, "Uh- just a few days. But it looks like I am headed back soon." None of which was a lie, you had only been back home, but going back to your old life was seeming like the only option you had now.

"Well that's too bad!" She pat your arm, a touch you hadn't wanted, and when you looked down at her hand she quickly realized it. "You'll have to stop by before you go."

"Yeah, I might take you up on that offer." You scratched at your arms, nervous about the idea of going to her house. In school you guys had been close, but college and life happened, which forced you apart, naturally. "I actually, have to go right now; but my numbers still the same, you should call me. Well set up a day."

She gave you a tight squeeze of a hug, one that took you a moment to understand was happening before you too wrapped your arms around her and reciprocated the action. And when she let go, you hadn't wanted to admit just how good it felt to be in someone's arms, anyone's arms.

"Okay, I'll give you a call!" She said, before returning to the small group she had left to come see you. You waved, recognizing a few faces.

The roads were empty, and for the first time you realized that you didn't know where you were. Getting to the park had been a blur of thoughts and feeling, but now that logic was on your side you felt lost. "Shit." You breathed.

You continued on, hoping that something would spark a memory, otherwise you were going to have to ask a teller in one of the shops for help. One foot in front of another, your head spinning around grasping for anything.

And it hit you. A wave of nausea that forced your hands to clench your stomach, as you bent forward. Another wave crashed against you and this time you were on your knees, gagging at seemingly nothing. Your eyes watered and your nose started to run. You rose a shaky hand to wipe the mess, pulling away and finding blood pooling from you.

Another wave, you fell to the ground, red splatters of blood spitting from your mouth as you coughed and gagged. A sudden smell of sulfur and iron filled your nose. Another wave of coughing, and another till your vison was blurry and the cement was stained with your blood.

"Help!" You managed to croak, but even you knew it wasn't heard by anyone. "Help!" You tried to scream again, but the same quiet and bubbly sound came out of your mouth. You stopped fighting it, letting the coughing take over you as you spewed more blood on the cement, you clutched at the pain in your stomach, one that was constant now, and hoped that someone would walk by able to help. Anyone.

Everything started to grow dark, blackness taking over you as you lay there. One final couch came from you before you felt your body giving up, the loss of blood was enough to make you light headed, the pain another story.

"Y/N!" The voice was distant, as if at the end of a tunnel. "Stay with us Y/N!" They yelled, lifting your head. You could feel the faint slaps, could feel the large hands holing you up while another pair were searching your body. In any other situation you would have said something, but you were having a hard enough time staying awake. Another couch left you.

You heard the flick of the lighter, could smell the disgustingness that left the burning hex bag. "Y/N?" Dean asked, you could tell by the deepness. "Come on, say something so we know you're awake."

"Fffts" You managed, knowing full well it wasn't a word. Both boys laughed. You felt their hands on you, lifting you from the ground and carrying you. "Where?"

"Don't talk. We're going to get you help." Dean's voice was soothing, closer to your ears than you had thought. For some reason you had assumed Sam was the one who found you first, who cupped your face in his hands and screamed at you.

"Dean, what kind of help? If we take her to the hospital." Sam was trying to whisper as they helped you into the back seat. You clutched at your stomach still, the feeling of the pain more manageable than before.

You couldn't see, but you heard the creak of the door and knew Dean was shutting it. "We have too, we can't cure what happened inside of her." His voice muffled through the glass, but still audible.

"Dean,"

"Don't argue Sammy."