Memory Box (Bobby Singer X Reader) REQUESTED
AUTHOR NOTE: This was requested by Angelssavior
Summary: While you were cleaning your mother's house after she passed you came across a memory box that leads you to discover a secret your mother kept from you.
You sat there in your childhood home staring at the piece of paper you found hidden away in a memory box your mother had. She had recently passed away and you were clearing out her things. You were an only child and your mother owned the house so there was no hurry. But you felt like you needed to do it and get it over with. Like ripping a bandaid off. You were going through the stuff she had in the attic first and came across a memory box with the name Bobby on it. You opened it and found letters and pictures. It was clear from reading the letters that your mother and this Bobby guy were an item. It was when you came across a page that had been torn out of your baby book that your heart broke for a second time. The piece stated that this Bobby Singer guy was your father. Your whole childhood your mother always said she didn’t know who your father was.
She said that he was some guy she met at a bar but judging by this memory box that was all just a pack of lies. Why would she lie? Was this Bobby Singer guy a bad guy? Had he broken her heart or did she break his? So many questions attacked you. You tried to keep yourself busy cleaning and going through your mother’s stuff. But no matter how hard you tried Bobby kept entering your mind. You didn’t even know what your dad looked like. By the time night time rolled around you were finishing up in your mom’s closet. All you had to do was go through some old photo albums. You found one small album hidden in the back on the top shelf. As you looked through it you didn’t notice in any of the pics in it. They were mostly of your mother when she was younger. Some of her alone and others of her with a guy about her age back then. He had thick brown hair that was combed back, brown eyes, and the way he looked at your mother was the way someone who was truly in love looked at someone.
There were pictures of them sitting in on old pick up trick, having dinner at a diner, a date at the drive-in movies and so on. You came across one of the guy holding a baby in a hospital room and you noticed handwriting at the bottom. Bobby holding Y/N 1991. Your eyes widened. That was the year you were born and that was you in the picture being held by your father. That did it for you. You had to track down Bobby Singer. So when you got home you got out your laptop and decided to try and search up your father’s name. After about an hour of searching, you find a Bobby Singer that lived a few miles away and owned a junkyard. You wrote the address down and decided you would go by in the morning. You needed answers. The next day you drove straight to the junkyard. You tried the best you could to calm your nerves. You just sat there parked across the street for what seemed like hours. Just when you were thinking about leaving a guy walked out into the yard followed by two younger boys. They seemed to be talking about something. You compared the older man to the pictures you found. It was definitely him just older. You took a deep breath and got out of your car.
Every part of you telling you to turn back but you ignored them and walked toward the junkyard. As you got closer you felt yourself shaking a bit. “Excuse me,” you called out getting the attention of the trio.
“Can we help you sweetheart?” the shorter of the younger boys asked. He had short black hair and bright green eyes. He was definitely cute.
“Yeah, I’m looking for Bobby Singer,” you stated.
“I’m Bobby Singer,” Bobby said walking up to you, “Do I know you?”. You looked him straight in the eyes.
“I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you said, “and I’m pretty sure I’m your daughter,”. Shock crossed the faces of all three men. Soon you were sitting inside Bobby’s house and you explained about your mom and everything you found. You even showed him the pictures of him and your mom together and the picture of him holding you.
“Is this true Bobby?” Sam asked.
“Yeah,” he said, “it’s true,”.
“Look,” you said, “I don’t want anything. I just wanna know why you left and didn’t even bother contacting me and I wanna know if you know why my mother would lie and say she didn’t know you,”.
“I do,” Bobby said guilt clear as day in his eyes which broke your heart honestly, “but if I told you may not believe me,”.
“We’ll give you guys some privacy Bobby,” Dean said as he and Sam walked outside. Bobby explained everything to you. How he and your mom met, how he was there through her entire pregnancy and the day you were born. And then he explained the hunting life and monsters to you. He explained how your mother knew and they decided it would just be safer if he left and you never knew about him. To protect you. As you processed all he told you some things started to make sense. Like how your mom would place salt around the bottoms of doors and windows. How she always had a silver knife with her and kept stuff made of iron around the house.
“I know it’s a lot to take in Y/N,” Bobby said.
“I believe you,” you stated, “some of that stuff you explained mom did all the time,”.
“I know it doesn’t make up for leavin,” Bobby said, “but I am really sorry Y/N,”.
“I forgive you,” you said fighting back tears, “you did it to protect me,”.
“I thought about you every day,” he said. Before he knew it you hugged him tight and just let tears fall. He patted your back and just held you. Finally happy to hold his baby girl again.
