Huntress- Part Three: I Have To Go
Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E2, so
You lie awake in bed. So much had happened in just under a week. You were tired -obviously you were tired- but you didn’t feel like sleeping.
This…"bunker" wasn’t your home. Not yet.
The amount of crazy events that had happened had thrown you out of it so much you’d reached a point where you had no idea what to feel. So many questions raced through your mind but how could you pick any to focus on?
The bandage in your foot was fraying and in desperate need of changing…maybe you could find a first aid kit?
Instantly, you reached to your right side where your backpack always was. You throw your head back “idiot.”.
All of your belongings were…well, still in England.
You hoped Mick would maybe be able to find a piece of his spewed heart to send you some of it…you weren’t desperate enough to call him yet.
With an excuse to move about, you threw your hoodie back on and headed out. You waited the moment you opened your door, hearing voices.
“How long did it take you to feel like you fit in?” It was Mary.
Mary was your Dad’s Mum. She was technically your Grandma but it seemed too strange to say it aloud. She was nice. Spaced out, but nice.
“I’m not sure if I do fit in.” that was Cas.
An Angel…apparently those are real. But they didn’t seem as holy and glorified as the Bible made out in Primary school. All those hymns they made you sing in assembly and these were who you were praying to? Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe Angels were more like humans than everyone was willing to admit.
You crept along the hallway to see the pair of them watching you. Unfortunately your rehearsed silent steps weren’t silent enough for an Angel’s mojo. “Hello, Y/N.” Cas nodded, he hadn’t talked to you much but you could tell he cared about Sam and Dean.
Maybe even more than Mary did.
“Hi…” you say awkwardly.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Mary asked.
“Yeah I uh…” you gulped, not used to so much concern from anyone but your Mum “was just looking for a first aid kit.”
“Why?” Cas was to the point.
You glance down at your foot “It needs changing-” Before you could finish whatever you were about to say, Castiel walked forward.
“Here.” He knelt down and put his hand over your foot. You tensed up. But, the soreness left along with a small glow beneath his palm.
“My powers aren’t all that strong at the moment, but that should heal the worst of it.”
“Thank you.” You smile at him, still not completely over the fact that he had such an ability.
He nodded sternly before completely disappearing and you try your best not to look shocked.
“You should get some sleep.” Mary advised.
You wanted to say ‘You too’ but you couldn’t manage it.
“Goodnight.” She squeezed your hand in hers momentarily before heading over to her room.
You stood in the bunker, watching her open her room and walk in like a routine shed been doing for ages.
Maybe she felt like she didn’t fit in, but she sure knew how to hide it.
Sleepily, you switch the light off before heading back to your bed and lying down. Come on sleep, do your thing.
You wake to the smell of bacon, the sound of voices, and the feeling of being more tired than you started off as.
You didn’t need to get changed: this was all you had.
You just put the same boots back on and patted your hair down with your fingers.
Thankfully your gun, phone, and headphones were still in your pockets.
As silly as it sounded, you didn’t want to go towards the voices. You wanted to change into your favourite shirt, charge your phone and hug your Mum. You wanted to go to school and see your friends. Hell, you even missed the rain.
Instead, you took a deep breath and headed out the room.
Before you’d made it past the first floorboard Mary stopped you. “Y/N, here.” She handed you a hairbrush and toothbrush. Supplies she was brave enough to find…or ask for.
“Thank you.” You took them gratefully and placed them in the room you’d slept in, giving your hair a quick brush over and your teeth a good clean before leaving again.
Mary was gone.
The smell of bacon drew you to the kitchen, you hovered in the doorway, considering turning back when your Dad spied you.
“Sleep well?” He asked it so loudly and confidently you wondered how you could be his daughter. Sure, you weren’t a complete wreck but you didn’t exactly have tonnes of confidence.
You nodded and mustered a weak smile “Yeah, thanks.”
He frowned but smiled anyway.
“Hey kid, you like bacon?” Dean glanced up from the frying pan.
“Doesn’t everyone?” You answer, trying to seem happier than you felt.
Your Dad pulled a chair out, gesturing for you to sit. It was next to his.
You sat down, looking over the news papers and documents he had out on the table. There was so much research, but what for you had no idea.
“Do you have anything else on you, besides the gun?” He asked gently, having noticed you were wearing the same thing again, only your hair was tied to the side.
You shake your head before adding a “Just my phone an headphones. I don’t know whether to call Mick or not.”
“We’ll get you some clothes and anything else you might need.” He encouraged. You noticed he’d ignored your suggestion.
“Is that bacon?” Mary’s voice makes you smile a little more.
“It’s probably cold by now.” Your Dad pointed out.
“And? It’s bacon.” She took a bite and grinned.
“I think I found us a case.” Mary then piped up.
“Online?” Your Dad seemed impressed yet suspicious.
“No…I asked Dean to pick me up some papers.”
“I didn’t know you were gonna look for a case!” Dean protested, clearly more annoyed about this.
“I wasn’t planning on it but I just found it on the page!”
She explained the case and you listened, taking in the information and trying to assemble it in your mind. Taking a theoretical approach was something the Chapter House seemed to encourage a lot more than you thought necessary.
There wasn’t much field work for a hunter without any hunts. Still, you were fully trained with a variety of weapons and hand to hand combat. Even if there wasn’t much actual practice.
“Look, I figured that maybe hunting will help me get back into the swing of things.” She argued her case well.
Dean and your Dad got up to go after Mary who headed out to pack a bag. You got up to follow but all three of them stopped and turned around as though you’d thrown a knife at them. “What?” You squinted.
“Sorry kid, but you’re not hunting.” Your Uncle scfoffed.
“And how old were you when you started?”
“That’s not the point.” Your Dad sighed “It’s dangerous.”
“I know.” You nodded.
“You’re young and I don’t want you getting hurt.” He continued.
“And? You guys are old and I don’t want you cramping out…I know how to hunt.” You argue, pushing past them.
Mary grabbed your arm to stop you. You shook it off immediately and glared at her.
“I say she’s coming…Mother knows best.” Mary smirked.
You relaxed a little and smiled back.
The four of you stood outside an old abandoned house, decaying wood ready to splinter it’s next victim bordered the windows up where small rays of light squeezed through the cracks.
Keeping a straight face, you didn’t want to admit how happy you were that you were actually hunting. Sure, the barriers didn’t protect everything back home but it was enough to mean Hunt’s were rare. You hunted no more than once a month…once a fortnight in the summer.
Your Uncle Dean went first, you last. The door silently opened, no noise could be heard besides the quiet footsteps of you all. You closed the door behind yourself and got your gun out. “Stay close to me.” Your Dad ordered and you rolled your eyes but nodded.
There wasn’t much. Just cobwebs and rat droppings which was pretty standard when it came to haunted houses.
Despite your Dad’s firm words you slipped away when the door to a basement caught your eye. Only, a mumbled “Dammit.” Made you look back. You could just make out your Dad and Uncle and hear them clicking their torches only nothing was shining.
“What the hell? These were on full?”
“Y/N!” Your Dad looked terrified when he saw you were almost an entire two feet away from him. You sighed and wandered back over, only your torch light also switched off. Now it was pitch black.
You instantly got out your phone and switched the torch on.
Two faces stared at you in confusion.
“How did you…?” Your Uncle looked amazed. Maybe he’d start shouting sorcery and throw you in a dungeon: “She’s a witch!”.
“It’s called a phone, Granddad.” You remarked sarcastically- he shot you a bitch face.
You then realised you had the say in where you went next. you smiled and headed back to the basement you wanted to explore. There was always something creepy in a basement.
This time a door slamming shut made you shine your torchlight in the direction of the sound.
“Sam!” Mary cried.
She didn’t call your name. She just repeated those two as they tried to bash the door down.
You raced over just as they managed to tear away enough wood to open it up. There was a boy, no older than five…maybe four. He was staring up at Mary with wide scared eyes, they were glossy and hopeful but before you could watch what he did next an iron bar swung through him and he disappeared.
Mary had a handprint of harsh red on her, but it wasn’t an attack. It was far too neat and defined to be one. It was a parley.
“Okay so when are gonna go ask around? Get some information.” Mary piped up, walking in on the three of you researching already. You forgot how unused to the internet and modern technology Mary was. You thought you had it bad, but she unintentionally time-traveled. She was forced into a whole new life style.
“We’re already doing it.” Your Dad laughed gently, before swiveling his laptop round so Mary could see.
You stared at your phone screen, not used to researching much. There was a huge library in the Chapter House fr the monsters and there was never a case complicated enough to search through police files or anything.
You’d found a few old newspapers but that was something anyone could do. You needed to find more than that…you just didn’t know how.
“We should go burn the bones.” Dean decided, slamming his laptop shut, followed by his brother. Mar agreed but before she could stand properly she stumbled and held her head in her hand. Her eyes squinted in pain as she groaned.
“Mom?” Sam…your Dad…rushed to her side, but she pushed them off.
“I’m fine.”She lied.
“Maybe you should…stay here?” Your Dad suggested, leaving her dumbfounded.
“We’ll be back as soon as possible, Y/N, stay with her and call if anything happens.
With that they left the pair of you staring at the closed Motel room door.
You didn’t even have his number.
“Are you okay?” You asked, sitting down on one of the beds.
“I uh,” She sat down next to you, fiddling with her thumbs in her lap “I’m not sure.”
“Me neither.” You laughed quietly through your breath.
“I just…the room looked so much like when Sam…” She trailed off and wiped her eyes even though she hadn’t started crying.
You didn’t know what to say.You weren’t one hundred percent sure what she meant. All you knew was that she had died when your Dad and Uncle were very young.
“What happened?” You didn’t want to press but you were curious.
“I suppose I should tell you…”
You listened in awe as she explained the story. A yellow eyed demon sounded far worse than anything you’d experienced in London. Or before you moved down to the SouthEast.
“I know it sounds strange, but…” She paused, as if rehearsing what to say “I know that that little boy wasn’t trying to hurt me. He asked for my help.”
“He looked scared.” You agreed, expanding on her point.
You watched as she sat up, taking the telephone and putting it to her ear. She asked about speaking to someone, the words “I’m not everyone else.” stuck in your mind.
You and Mary crept through the Haunted house once again. Only this time with more of a plan. For starters they’d burnt the wrong bones.
This time you knew you wanted to see what was in the basement. You went straight for it, only Mary held you back. “Be careful.” She whispered, before nodding.
You crept down the steps, hearing a faint door slam followed by the shouts of Mary. You raced back up the steps to free her but the door slammed, sending you tumbling back down the stairs. Your arm scraping against a piece of old wood, gashing your arm. Blood trickled through the graze but you shook it off, determined to see more than a flight of stairs.
As far as you could see, there wasn’t much. Maybe the hunch you had was wrong. Of course it was, what Hunter does a case on a hunch?
In attempt to get the door open, the sounds of more voices, shouting, and crashing could be heard. It sounded like your Dad and Uncle had found Mary.
A flicker of movement flashed in your peripheral vision. Instantly, your head turned and a small child -again no older than 5- was staring up at you.
Their pale bony hand lifted slowly, pointing at a boarded up area you’d failed to notice. “He’s still here.” They whispered, flickering in and out of existence.
You kicked at the wood, luckily it had rotted due to age and fell away easily. Another kick. More wood crashed to the floor.
More crashed up stairs.
You even heard your name.
As another decaying plank fell to the floor you crawled through the gap and there he was. A pile of bones making up a skeleton hunched in the corner.You grimaced and grabbed the salt you had on hand, shaking it over the skeleton. The smell was almost unbearable.
Your lighter took a few flicks but eventually it lit. You threw it on the bones, not waiting around to see if they disappeared or not. Instead, you raced back out of the hole and up the stairs. “Thank you.” Came a whisper.
You turned round but no one was there…not anymore. You continued to stare, just in case they decided to show themselves, or maybe they’d whisper something else and this time you could hear them properly.
The door swung open before you’d reached it, forcing you to tear your eyes away from the bare room.
It was your Dad. out of breath and covered in dirt. But he was grinning at you. You might say he was proud.
So many questions ran through your mind.
In less than a fortnight you’d managed all this. You’d met a side to the family you didn’t know you had, a Father you’d been lead to believe was dead, and moved to a country you were told was too unsafe to go near.
Your Mum was still with you- the engraved initials on the side of your pistol.
Sat in the room you were okay with calling your own, you stood up from when the door opened. It was Mary, she looked happy but also something seemed to be troubling her. “Hi, sweetheart.” She smiled, taking a step closer to you. She took your hands in hers and squeezed them gently.
“I want you to understand that when I say this, it’s nobody’s fault. It’d my decision. I’m telling you first because I think you’ll understand a little more than my boys will.” She paused, taking in a deep breath which made you even more curious “I have to go.”
It was barely a whisper. Perhaps she was scared someone would overhear, but maybe she just didn’t want to say it. You nodded slowly, understanding but also wanting to ask her so many more questions.
“I haven’t known you for even a week but you’re beautiful, feisty, clever, and already a brilliant Hunter. You’re my Grand daughter, Y/N. And I’m proud to say it.”
You smile, feeling your eyes tear up from the kindness “I want you to take care of your Dad for me. And your Uncle Dean. They’re really gonna need their girl.” She sniffed, taking your face in her hands and pressing a kiss to your forehead. She then let go and hovered in the doorway, smiling kindly before closing it behind herself.
You didn’t follow after her. You waited in the room. Not moving.
You’d already lost someone.
You liked Mary, you really did. Could you cope loosing another person?
Were they really lost?
It must have been no more than ten minutes later when the door to the Bunker echoed it’s crestfallen hallways. Followed by a long creak, as if declaring her gone.
Nothing but silence crept through the building as you felt your new family’s worlds fall away.
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