Sam and Dean had left you alone for a few hours before Sam came knocking on the door. He jiggled the handle, but you had locked it keeping him from entering. "Y/N." he spoke through the door, but you oignored him. "Come on, let me in." He cooed.
You rolled your eyes. It was sweet of him really. You could hear someone, you hoped it was him, jiggle the handle every so often, hoping that they could gain access to the room and talk to you. But you ignored them. Needing this time to be alone.
You had so much to think about, so much going on in your life right now, and yet nothing. You had nothing, but two killer brothers taking care of you. "Y/N, at least let me know you're alive in there. Make a noise or something." He said, and you knew you had to do so. He'd already tested his strength on a few doors, you didn't need him breaking this one.
You threw your shoe at the door, resulting in a loud bang that echoed through the room. "Okay. Well Dean left to go get food, he should be back in 15 minutes. I'll come back then."
And again everything went silent. You had tried to sleep, but every time you did you saw blood. Blood on Peter, Blood on your mom, Blood on your father, and now? Blood on Sam and Dean. Was this what your life was becoming? A blood fest?
You hugged a pillow to your chest and kept your eyes glued on the window. At this height jumping from it wouldn't do much but break a few bones, and the last thing you needed was to end up back in the hospital.
Time ticked on slowly, but you eventually heard Dean enter the other room, could hear the muffled conversation between the brothers, and the eventual jiggle of your door handle. No words were spoke this time, and you were thankful.
"Hey Y/N. Open up." Dean said this time, no knocking as a preamble. "I got food, and booze. Just let me drop it off and then I'll get out of there."
You grunted, slowly peeling yourself off the bed. You never lifted your feet, sliding them across the carpet. You unlocked the door, but didn't open it, making your way back to the bed. Dean opened the door and quickly shut it behind himself.
"You alright Y/N?" He asked, setting the bag of food down on the nightstand closest to you. You didn't answer, instead you turned your back to him. "Here, this'll help."
You felt the glass against your back, slowly turning back to him. He held a small tumbler between two fingers. You took it, propping yourself up till you were sitting with your back against the headboard. You downed it, shooting the hot liquid back quickly. You held out the glass, watching as Dean refilled it.
"Thought so. Mind if I join you." He set out another tumbler, filling it with just as much as he filled yours. He downed his own drink just as quickly as you had, and hissed as it shot down his throat.
You shot your drink back, "I'd prefer if you didn't." But you still held your glass for him to fill.
"Ah she does talk." Dean chuckled, sitting on the edge of your bed and filling both glasses up before handing you yours. "Good. I'm going to join you anyway."
You scoffed, "Of course you are. Whatever, just keep the drinks coming." This time it was Dean who scoffed, but you ignored it. "What's Sam doing?"
"He went for a run. Crazy kid." Dean shook his head. "Y/N are you going to be alright?"
"Eventually. Lets just say its been a terrible month." You pinched the bridge of your nose. "A long and terrible month."
Dean shrugged his shoulders, knowing the full weight of having a terrible month. "Thank god for whiskey." He said, raising his glass to clink with yours. He shook his head.
The day progressed, and you and Dean had effectively drank most the bottle. You were feeling it, the fuzzy feeling of the alcohol kicking in. Dean on the other hand was acting perfectly normal. Dean had loosened you up enough to get you to laugh, telling jokes and stories of hunts gone wrong. So when Sam finally returned the first image he got was of Dean sitting on your bed with you and you both laughing.
He slipped out of his shirt, throwing it against the corner of his room. He could hear the loud 'Shush' coming from Dean proceeded by the sound of Dean's boots as he walked back into the boys room. "How was your run? Feel nice and good in the thighs?" Dean bent at the knee's dragging his hands on his thighs.
You couldn't help but laugh from the other room, trying hard to stifle the sounds behind your hands. Sam rolled his eyes and made his way to the bathroom. Dean turned to you, bursting out in laughter. "I guess it wasn't a good run."
Sam came back out of the bathroom, steam pouring out of the small room from the shower. "By the way. I found where Claire went. And a few others were there, probably the whole coven. So when I get out of the shower why don't you two join me in taking them down?"
Sam didn't give you and Dean a choice. He turned his back to Dean and went back into the shower. Dean scoffed, turning back towards you. "Ready to go on your very first hunt?"
You didn't say anything. Your buzzed mind said yes, you were actually a little excited about getting to go and hunt something down. Violence didn't tend to be your go to, but with your shitty feelings lately it seemed like a nice way to blow off steam. And yet, the sweet innocent flower inside of you was scared out of its mind to be in harms way like that again.
Actively seeking out danger? No thank you. Dean ignored your silence and went back into his room, pulling a large bag out from under his bed. He threw it onto his bed, and the clanks sent a wave of nervousness down your spine.
"What's all that?" You asked, peaking around the corner into their room.
"Weapons. Got to load them up if we're going to go hunt. Do you- do you want to help?" Dean waved around the gun like it was nothing. You swallowed the limp in your throat. "You've never been around a gun have you?"
"I tend to stay away from violence." You admitted. "I'm more, 'hey guys, lets just forget about it!' And ya know, wake up the next morning forgetting everything."
"Can't just shrug off witches." Dean cocked the gun, "Hand those to me?" He pointed to the bullets you had made earlier. You did as you were told, grabbing a handful of the bullets and giving them to Dean.
The shower turned off, and Sam came out in nothing but a towel. He smiled at you as he entered, his hair dripping wet. You didn't mean to, but even you knew you looked like you jumped out of a cartoon and should have had drool spilling from your mouth.
Sam was hot, and if you ever forgot about that, you were reminded now. Water dripped down his chest, his hand tightly clinging to the towel as if he feared it dropping. He kept looking over at you, giving you a suggestive wink before slipping back into the bathroom to get dressed.
Dean coughed, bringing your attention back to the real world. What you had missed was the smile he had, because by the time you returned your attention to him he had his stone face back, and he was asking for more bullets.
"Okay Y/N I'm giving you one of these, but I really hope it doesn't come down to you using it." Sam offered you a gun, small and black, but large in your hands. "Its loaded, and to shoot you point, and press the trigger."
"Aim for the hearts!" Dean yelled from the other side of the Impala. He packed his gun into the back of his jeans, laying his shirt over it to hide it.
"Yeah." Sam chuckled, "Hearts will kill them faster. But just… just hit them. And not us. Okay?" You could see the skeptic look Sam gave you as he passed the gun to you. You kept it pointed at the ground. It was heavier than you had thought, cold and the metal sent shivers down your spine.
"We should have given her a little crash course on shooting." Dean said rounding the corner and handing Sam his gun. You noticed the difference in his than yours, while yours was solid black, his was shiny and silver.
"Yeah." Sam agreed shoving his gun in the same spot at Dean. You awkwardly held yours, making sure that you kept your finger off the trigger making sure that you didn't accidentally shoot it off.
"Guys, I'm not an idiot. I can point and shoot." But even they knew that was a lie. You still held the thing awkwardly. You looked up at them, and they both just laughed.
"Says the girl who doesn't like violence." Dean shook his head.
You mimicked him as he walked away, and Sam laughed. He helped you lock the gun and put it in safe place, your boot. "So uh, yeah. I don't know whats going to happen in there. But from what I saw there's about 4 of them. Of course, mostly female."
"Its always girls. Such a shame." Dean shook his head and slammed the trunk of the Impala shut. "And the animals. Witches suck."