Warnings: none Word Count: 1972 Summary: John leaves you to stay at Bobby’s
You’d been with the Winchesters for more than a year now. In this
year you learned how to kill vampires, werewolfs, demons and a lot
more. You knew how to handle a knife and a shotgun, only your
hand-to-hand fighting had to be trained at even more. You were far
beyond perfect, though. Furthermore you knew how to hold off demons,
keep ghosts from entering and how to exorcise properly, extra points
if the victim would still be alive. In the mornings you’d go to
school with Sam and Dean, afterwards doing homework with Sam, before
training with Dean. It was far away from an easy life, but you had
known what you had engaged yourself in. You knew that you shouldn’t
The first few weeks your body was over and over covered in all kinds
of bruises, scratches and contusions and hurt with every step you had
taken. But as you kept on fighting it got better and better.
You now were nearly twelve years old, Dean was seventeen and Sam had
celebrated his thirteenth birthday about a month ago. You had
grown to like these boys very much. From the first night you had gone
with them, they always had been there for you if you needed them. In
school no one ever tried to pick on you, for already on the first day
was clear, Dean and Sam would be there to protect you from anyone who
would dare to even look askant at you.
Though you didn’t need that protection, it didn’t annoy you at all.
Sam, as well as Dean, were completely aware of the fact, that you
were able to defend yourself. They didn’t want to protect you,
because they thought, that you wouldn’t make it without them. They
protected you, because they wanted to.
And for this, you loved those two boys even more.
Last week you had helped John with a case near Wisconsin. It was
a simple ghost, not finding his peace. You had done the research and
afterwards watched Dean and John’s back as they were digging up and
burning the corpse. Sam, who kept you worried, especially on some of
his silent days, refused to help, and you accepted that.
Though this was the reason why you usually did the most research by
yourself, covering Sam, it was just on some days, that John would let
you do something important as this.You weren’t exactly sure if he
even trusted you, but he treated you as good as you could expect. And
sometimes you even thought he may grew fond of you. But then again,
you weren’t his daughter. You were his apprentice.
Actually you were a bit sad about this, never being really sure
whether he actually was proud of your achievements, but your time
would come. You were absolutely sure. You’d make it happen.
Summer holidays took place so Dean, Sam and you were
accompanying John. But this time there was something slightly
different. It was the same division as ever. John sat in the
drivers seat of the black Impala, Dean on the passenger seat, and Sam
and you looked outside of the windows of the backseats. Especially in
these times, holidays or whenever you had to change school, Sam was
in a particularly bad mood. You knew how much he just wanted a normal
life, and you couldn’t blame him. You chose, but he didn’t even have
a chance. You really hoped that one day, he’d get the normal life
he’d always wished for. Suddenly, ripping you out of your
thoughts, John begun to speak. „I have a case near Minnesota.“
He made a small pause. „It could be something.“ You all knew
what this meant. He had a hint to get the Yellow-Eyed Demon. The
demon, that killed his wife, and Sam and Dean’s mother.
Mary. Immediately Dean started to listen attentively. He sat up
straight, instead of slumping in his seat as usual. „Where
exactly?“, he asked, but in vain. John ignored him. „I’ll get
you to Bobby for the time being“, he explained further, which
caused Sam to relax for a second next to you and left you puzzled.
Who was Bobby? The sudden decision caused Dean to stiffen on his
seat. „Please, Dad, let me come with you. I’m old enough. I could
help you, you knw th-“
„Dean!“, John interrupted, but Dean kept on talking. „This
isn’t just your fight! Let me help you!“
John looked stolidly at the street, clenching his jaw. Sometimes you
wandered about what would go on inside his mind and in this second he
looked like he would be struggling with himself, thinking of what he
should do. But as soon as this second came it was gone and as he
started to speak, his voice was resolute as always. „You’re going
to go to Bobby. Did you understand me?“ Dean sighed and looked
down. „Can’t we at least rent a motel room somewhere?“John looked
at Dean, just for a second, before staring back at the road again.
„Did you understand me?“ Dean glared at his father, looking as
if he wanted to contradict, but didn’t say anything. Instead he
leaned bakc in his seat, looking outside the window and whispered:
„Yes, Sir.“ He was definitely hurt. I got silent for a
moment, until John turned up the music again. Typical Winchester
reaction, you thought for yourself, but realised that this was the
perfect chance for you to lean over to Sam and ask him the one
question, that was wandering through your mind. „Who is Bobby?“
„Boys!“, the bearded man with an old cap on his head, greeted Sam
and Dean, a small smile on his face. „Hey, Bobby“, Sam
greeted raising his hand, while Dean sulkily looked onto the ground.
Sam nudged him with his elbow. „Hey, Bobby“, Dean greeted now as
well, leaving you over, slightly hidden behind them. „And you
must be (Y/N)“, Bobby said, reaching out his hand to you. You
hesitated for a moment, before taking it, shaking hands with him,
nodding. „Nice to meet you“, you whispered. You didn’t really
know what to think of this man. „Why don’t you go inside? I
just have a quick talk with your old man“, he suggested, whereupon
you slowly went to the front door. But as soon as Dean was inside he
quickly escaped again through an old back door.
„Dean“, you hissed. „What are you doing?“ Sam had already
thrown himself onto the sofa, opening a book, definitely wanting to
be alone. Quickly you followed Dean outside, wanting to know what he
was up to. Dean had ssneaked behind a few old cars, standing in the
drive way, until you both were close enough to hear what they were
talking about. „And this time, Bobby“, John urged. „They
need to train. Especially (Y/n).“ You couldn’t see his expression,
for all you could see was his back, but as soon as John had stopped
talking Bobby had rolled his eyes. „Yeah, alright, alright.“
Bobby stopped him with a wave of his hand. You three watched as
John climbed into his car, turned and left the driveway to the road.
Dean tugged on your shirt. „Come on. Hurry“, he pushed you,
and started to run back to the door you came through. Quickly you
followed him, just to keep standing awkwardly in the room, while Dean
jumped onto the sofa, right in the moment in which Bobby walked
through the front door.
On the next morning, you woke up rather early. A qick look at your
watch told you, it wasn’t even seven. Nonetheless you tumbled up from
bed and tapped quietly down the stairs. Looking around you sighed.
There was nothing you could do in here. Slowly you approached the
bookshelf, looking for something to read, that for once didn’t have
anything to do with something supernatural. A long time ago you
loved those books. Fantasy over and over, with fairies, vampires and
dragons. But now, since all of this became a sort of reality to you,
you learned to prefer solid normal stuff, like biographies, or simple
novels, sometimes as confusing as your life itself, sometimes
completely clear and easy to understand. Well, whatever, because to
your great displeasure, you didn’t find anything in these shelfs,
except for big, old and dusty books about how to kill sirens and
other stuff. Sighing once again, you grabbed your jacket and went
outside. If you couldn’t read, you would djust take a look around.
There were lots and lots of old cars. Some ready to repair, or even
driveable, some barely recognisable as cars. You stroked with your
hands over the varnish of some cars, continuing your silent walk,
through all these lost automobiles. They were old, broken, and to a
large extent completely useless. But you liked the thought of them
being lost. Their only purpose was to drive, to bring people from A
to B, and once they weren’t able to do this anymore, they got here.
The few of them that could be repaired, got something like a last
reprieve, but the rest just waited here to die, or to give it’s
innards to the other cars that still had a chance to live. You caught
yourself smiling slightly. You liked this metaphor. Furthermore,
you liked this place. Between and behind these cars were the perfect
place to hide yourself, to be alone if you wanted no one else around.
Maybe these holidays wouldn’t be as bad as the others.
got back inside the house, Sam and Bobby were already awake. Dean
would probably sleep until late noon, and you were just happy about
this. Because this would mean, that he didn’t think about his father,
and the fact that he had left him here. „Morning, (Y/N)“, Sam
greeted, giving you a small smile, whereupon Bobby, now noticing you
as well, turned around. „Good morning.“ You nodded your head, but
before you were able to answer, your own stomach interrupted you. Sam
smirked. „Hungry?“, he asked and slightly embarassed by the loud
noise you nodded. „Never eat Bobbys scrambled eggs, though“, Sam
whispered in your ear, causing you to giggle. Bobby raised an
eyebrow. „What was that?“ But Sam just put it off, winking at you
one last time, before sitting down at the sofa. „Nothing“, you
assured Bobby and looked for the kitchen. „Do you have
something to eat here?“, you asked, having spotted the probable
kitchen. Followed by Bobby you stepped inside. „Of course I have.
After all I’ve been exspecting you three kids, who would eat me out
of house and home.“ You giggled quietly. Although his tone was
completely serious, you felt that he didn’t really mean it.
Somehow you did like this big, bearded man who had looked so
intimidating to you at first glance. „I can make breakfast“, you
said, walking over to the refrigerator. Bobby looked for a moment,
like he wanted to protest, but you interrupted him. „Sam told me
about your… cooking skills“, you explained, looking quite amused
at Bobbys expression. „Really, that’s okay, I make breakfast and
cook for the boys all the time“, you assured, getting some eggs out
of the refrigerator. „I thought so“, Bobby grumbled, and before
you could respond something, he added: „Let me help you. I’m
defintely not the best cook, but-“ „Oh, no problem, I always do
it alone“, you assured, your eyes fixed on the eggs in your hands,
as Bobby started to speak again.
„That’s exactly the reason, why I’m going to help you now.“ You
tried to contain a smile, but failed miserably. Especially as you
heard him mutter something to himself, while he looked outside of the
window, exactly to the point where John had left a day ago.