“Cas, stop looking at me like that.”

Sam said tightly, “We thought you were dead, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry. I really am. I should have called, left a note, something.”

Dean didn’t take his eyes off of a fleck of dirt he was scratching at on his jacket. “Yeah. You should’ve.”

You looked to Bobby, wishing he’d look you in the eye. You whispered, “I knew if I told you guys I was leaving, you would have tried to stop me. Or come after me.”

Sam’s hands tightened into fists. “So, instead, you let us spend two weeks running all over the city, killing hundreds of demons, trying to find you.”

You stared at your shoes, kicking at a scuff mark left on the linoleum. “If I had known you guys would think I was dead-”

“Don’t start, Y/N. There’s nothing you can do about it now.” Dean was finally looking at you, but you couldn’t stand the heat of his gaze for long before glancing away.

Bobby whispered hoarsely, “It’s just real good to hear your voice.”

You managed a smile. “Thanks, Bobby.” You slapped the bill of his hat like you always used to. “The least you could have done was get a new hat while I was gone.”

The slipped smiles on Sam and Bobby’s faces gave you hope. Perhaps, you could salvage what was left of your relationship with your old family. That hope brought on a smile of your own.