#warrior-angel

She’d tried her best to stay away from police and society as much as possible, staying in empty cabins or run down buildings. It was far from comfortable but it wasn't as bad as sleeping in the dangers of the outdoors, the dangers of Hawkins in general.

Hawkins was a town known for its bizarre happenings, People dying or disappearing, some even returning from death. People knew things were going on but nobody dared to say a word or ask any questions about it.

The less people knew the better, it was exactly why she herself had been running and hiding for so long. When you ask the wrong person the right questions things tend to happen and most times you don't walk away from it without consequesions, she learned that the hard way. She knew the right person, the right questions and even the answers and that is precisely why she ran away.

Cleverness, to think of putting a piece of paper between the door to keep it from locking completely, patiences for the time to pass until it had been midnight and knowledge of the right path towards the exit to get herself out and away from the place she grew up in.

She may have been young but she was far from stuppid, she knew when to speak and when to stay silent that way you heard things others did not although sometimes she wished she'd never listened to those around her at all. 

She was sore and covered in cuts and bruises, every movement making her his in pain. The woods of Hawkins might have had its charm if it hadn't been this brutal against her, the rocks and tree she had to climb came with a new scrap or cut on a daily basis, something that she accepted over time and risked day in and day out for a place to sleep.

Her eyes shot up at the sound of crumbling leaves and snapping twigs. She was on high alert, movement slow  as she tried to process which way to run. her feet carried her backwards in a slow pace, heartbeat running wild as her knuckles turned white from how tight she was grabbing onto her backpack straps.

"Hey!" she flinched at the sudden voice, eyes going wide as she turned around. “Sorry, didn't mean to scare you,” there he stood, a boy not older than herself messy hair, denim and leather covering his arm and a strange demonic picture staring right back at her. “Are you okay?” Her eyes met those of the boy who scared her, giving him a single nod. She messed up, she messed up badly. 

He was looking at the marks on her arms and her face, staring particularly long at the noticeable scar under her left eye “Jezus- what happened,” His face dropped “did someone hurt you?”

“I’m fine” She said, voice hushed. She was nervous, scared, would this guy follow her if she ran? Would he tell people he saw her? “Don't mean to pry and all but you look far from fine.” he stated. “Do you need a doctor or something, I could take you to the police if you want.”

“No!” Her blood ran cold at the sound of police. “No police.” He hummed in acknowledgement, his eyes scanning her as he tried to read her body language. 

“Did you run away or something like that?” He guessed. She didn't know why but her head dipped in a nod just slightly, something that didn't go unnoticed to him  “I’m taking that as a yeah?”

“Yes.” He just nodded his head. She didn't know why she even answered him, two years of silence and running thrown away all because a friendly face looked worried about her.

“So,” he began, “uhm how long have you been running for?”

“Two years.” she was cursing herself out internally scolding herself to stop talking. He looked at her shocked.  giving himself a second to process what she just said. “That’s, that’s a long time.”

“Yeah.” She said softly. “You’re terrified of me aren’t you?” taking a step backwards, he caught up to the reason she was so cautious towards him. “Usually nobody comes out here, so you're safe.”

“You're here.” she retorted, making him grin. “It's a shortcut from my buddy's place back to my van,” he pointed towards where he came from. 

“Lovers Lake.” she mumbled. “yeah, he was sent to jail, again.”

“He’s bad?” she said, looking at him scared. “oh no, Rick's cool, totally cool just uhm, just got caught selling. Was supposed to buy from him to get my supply up again but that’s a big no.”

“You do drugs?”

“It makes sense I didn't really want to take you to the cops now does it?” She smiled at that, her shoulders slumped a little as she realized he wasn't going to call the police on her. 

He offered her a smile “I’m Eddie, by the way.” he said casually, carefully awaiting her reaction. “You can tell me to piss off, you know.” he reassured making her shake her head. “Y/n.”

Eddie had helped her find a safe space to stay in, Cracking open the lock on his friend's boathouse to give her a temporary roof over her head. The space was cluttered, messy but it was a fine spot to hide from people and stay safe from police. Rick was in jail anyway, it wasn’t like he would know. There was a big part of her that thought Eddie only helped her find a safe spot out of guilt, the idea of leaving somebody in the middle of nowhere being something that didn't sit right with him, but to her surprise he came back the next day. Eddie had sofly knocked on the door before coming in, standing in the doorway with bags of snacks, water and even one of his own jackets to give her some form of warmth.

Their conversations were mostly one-sided, Eddie would talk about his band and try to explain the meaning behind his Hellfire club, his shirt finally making sense to her the more he talked about it. Eddie would come around in the afternoon, always having  some form of food with him, sometimes bread or something microwaved he had packet up and snuck out to the boathouse, he enjoyed watching her smile as she ate the food, the idea of her having been running and trying to survive on her own for two years not being something he liked.

As the days passed she grew more and more comfortable around him, so much so that she started to open up.  Her adoptive father used to be a nice man, he always seemed to want the best for her, for her siblings. He always spoke of family, of trust but as she grew older she realized things were not as simple as he told them they were. Her anger spun out of control easily, the older she grew the worse it got and the only one that seemed to be able to calm her down was who she was raised to believe was her older brother, and father did not like that.

Her brother would hush her, hold her and tell her it would all be alright, tell her it was safe and that he would take care of her, that he would find a way to get them out of the house and live a happy life without their father’s rules. He had promised, promised he wouldnt leave her and he still did, he had left her with their father. She spent the next few years on her own, angry at her brother for leaving her behind, angry at her father for abandoning her. She had been nothing more than another child that didn't meet her fathers perfection standards, just like her so-called brother. 

She had cried after telling Eddie, Shielding herself away from his view not wanting to show the tears, he wasn't having it.  Eddie had sat down beside her and wrapped her up nice and warm in a hug while he made a few jokes to get her to smile again only for it all to come crashing down the next day.

“Ricks coming home tomorrow.” Two weeks, that's all she had gotten in the boathouse, two weeks of jokes and laughter with Eddie and now it was gone, she needed to go back to the woods, it was time to run again. She pushed away her tears, and got onto her feet forcing herself to act emotionless. Taking the wrapped candy bars and sandwich Eddie had given her for that day she stuffed it in her backpack, trying to get everything ready to head out before midnight.

“My uncle works night shifts at the factory” she turned towards Eddie, his eyes going anywhere but to her as he continued to speak, “you could take the bed I’ll sleep on the couch or something, I don't know.'' 

“I can't,” She mumbled. The idea of staying close to Eddie was a dream come true, she really did care for the boy but it was not worth the risks. Eddie's eyes meet with hers, the look of rejection not suiting him well.

“Police will notice, and what would you tell your uncle.” He signed in relief, it wasn't that she didn't want to, it was fear that kept her from doing so. 

“It's a big risk and I don't want you to get in trouble because of me.” Part of her knew that if her father wanted to find her he already would have

but the fear of knowing what he’d do if he did find her was holding her back.

“I'm a big boy that can take care of himself.” He said with a grin. 

“Why do you care so much?” Eddie seemed taken back by that question but he answered it nonetheless. “I don't feel like living up to the Munson name,” he stated. “My dad wasn't the best, Wayne got me out of that situation.” She nodded, this was his way of saying he understood her. 

“You’ve only known me for two weeks Eddie and there’s a lot I haven't told you yet, I could be dangerous to you.” If she was willing to consider this things had to be out in the open, especially the danger she was putting him in.

“You do know I’m the town freak right?” he tells her like that was supposed to mean something. “You’re not a freak Eddie.” She hated it when he called himself that.

“And you're not dangerous.”

"You don't have to do this," Eddie insisted on taking the pressure away from packing, grabbing her stuff  before she could. He’d left the candy wrapper for what they were mumbling a ‘I'll tell Rick I came here’ before making her pull her hoodie over her head and taking her towards his van just on the other side of the road. 

Her hands in her lap, bag by her feet and eyes stuck on the road as she anxiously whisted the loose threat of her shirt around her fingers. Eddie kept a close eye on her, trying to find any sign of her getting second doubts but to his surprise beside a usually sense of fear there wasn't any, she was humming along to one of the songs that sounded through the van, the rhythm of the song itself  being far off but it seemed to calm her.

Eddie took a sharp turn into forest hill trailer park, the car shaking from all the potholes and gravel that created a path down the park, Eddie’s speed not slowing until they actually got closer to their end destination, her stomach twisting slightly as he drove up to one of the many trailers in the back and brought the van to a rocking halt.

Eddie looked over at her offering her a sweet smile before getting out of his van, rounding the vehicle until he was at her side to open the door like a true gentleman. “Ready to see my castle?” he said, his usual grin plastered across his face. Her eyes scanned the surrounding trailers, a deep sigh coming from within her as she carefully lifted herself out of the van and swung her bag over her shoulders. 

She stayed close by Eddie’s side, watching as twisted his key in the lock and opened the door to lead her into his home. 

Eddie was immediately running around cleaning up a bit, reaching for empty wrappers and empty mugs, giving her the room to wander the space on her own. The most colorful mugs and baseball caps line the walls, a two seat and an old worn down chair standing at one end of the room as a tv and a folded bed stood on the opposite side. It was messy, but it was a real home. 

Eddie watched her carefully move around, a grin coming to his face as he watched her move down the hallway and towards his own bedroom not missing the smile that came to her as he walked into it.

Again everything was messy, clothes were thrown on top of the dressers, posters lining the walls and guitar picks scattered around everywhere.  She let her bag fall from her shoulders, placing it on his bed without a thought before taking a closer look at the details, the room’s entire aesthetic screaming Eddie.

She walked over to the guitar hanging above the dresser, most of the red and black beauty covering the mirror it was hung before. she was carefully reaching out to strum her fingers of the strings being met with a little tune. “Beautiful.” Jumping at the voice she turned to see Eddie was watching her from the doorway. “Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.”  she looked at him silently, a giggle bubbling up in her at the familiar set of words. “So uhm, what do you usually do at night?” 

“I used the water from the lake to clean up a little, then I ate whatever you brought me.” 

"Bathrooms all yours," he said pointing behind him. Looking from the bathroom back to her he held up his hand in a silent ‘stay there’ before walking around her and pulling out a few pieces of clothes from different drawers. A pair of socks, a t-shirt and some sweatpants that were far too big were handed to her in a kind gesture.

“Hellfire,” she looked from the shirt towards Eddie knowing how much his club meant to him. He shrugged, giving her one of his famous grins before leading her to the bathroom.

“There's soap and shampoo on the shelf, towels are behind the door.” Eddie really was doing everything he could to make her feel safe. “I’ll see if I can whip up something edible.” he gave her another soft smile before turning away and  closing the door behind himself.

Eddie was a good guy he had never done anything to make her doubt him so there was no need to start now. Eddie promised her safety, was it a risk to put two years of running and hiding on the line for the words of a man she’d only known for all but two weeks, yeah, definitely but she trusted him with it all nonetheless.

Reaching over she turned the shower on, water falling from the showerhead and hitting the ground.  The tension in her body fell away from the hot water, body melting into the warmth as it eased the aches. Dirt and dried blood washing away to more she scrubbed herself down, 

her hair turning back to its light Hazel color the more she rinsed it out, watching the dirty water go down the drain.  The cleaner the cuts got the better she could see how deep and how bad it looked, starting to understand the shock Eddie had on his face when they met. 

She had wrapped the towel around herself, her hand whiping the steam from the mirror to get a better view of herself. Dark circles under her eyes, the cuts and bruises on her arms being much more clear now that the dirt was washed away, all the things that she never really stopped and thought about now all came crashing down on her. 

Her hair was longer than she could remember. The scar underneath her eye a reminder of her outburst from when she was locked in her bedroom, the ceramic of her plate having cut her after it smashed into pieces.

Growing up hadn’t always been the best, but things weren’t always bad either, lifting her wrist to her lips, a soft peck was placed over the mark there like she had done everynight in a reminder that where she came from hadn't always been bad. 

A soft knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. Taking a deep breath she opened the bathroom door, Eddie standing there in the doorway of his own room, eyes scanning her in his clothes. She held the pile of her own clothes in her hand, Eddie reaching out to take it from her and turning around in his room, dropping it carefully down beside her bag before making his way towards the living room where he proudly presented two bowls filled to the brim standing on the counter. “You can cook?”

“Yeah, with Wayne working I had too. all that microwavable shit gets expensive.” he said, dropping himself in one of the seats and patting the one beside him in an invitation. 

“Oh my god.” Eddie couldn't help but laugh at her speaking with her mouth full. The boxed mac and cheese he had made was gone within minutes, Eddie watching her as she ate spoon after spoon full of the cheesy pasta, part of him hating the idea that some boxed food was like a luxury to her. 

Things seemed easy, Eddie made small talk about his ideas of his new campaign, some jokes being thrown across as he watched her smile. 

As he put the empty bowls in the sink he watched her move around the living space, her eyes lingering on the folded bed that stood in the corner. 

“That's where my uncle sleeps.” Eddie stated, turning off the water and leaning back against the counter.  “Is he gonna be mad that you brought me here?” she asked, the sensation of fear returning. “He’s not that difficult, just be honest with him.” Eddie reassured.

There was a lot of stuff she hadn't told Eddie, the fear of rejection because of where she came from only edging on the beliefs she had been taught as a child. “my dad used to say nobody would accept us for who we truly are.” She revealed, trying her way of being honest.

“If he didn't accept you then why did he adopt you?” Eddie stated, his words having been ment as a reasurement. “My real dad used to say that,” she mumbled seeing the confusion on Eddie’s face. “There's a reason my older brother cared so much for me, the same reason father didn’t like our close bond.”

“He wasn’t your brother was he?” a tear at the memories of the truth slipped away from her as she shook her head.  “He was my dad.” She choked on the words, for the first time in years daring to call him what he truly was to her.

There were those kinds of people that got excited when they received a letter telling them there was a high school reunion. The excitement of seeing old friends as everyone gathered and talked about the good old days. The thrill of seeing how people ended up in life only to gossip about it the next day. The head cheerleader getting pregnant after graduation, that shy kid that everyone bullied who now owned a million dollar company or that teacher everyone hated finally having left.

There were also those who groaned and cursed when they'd gotten the letter. High school was a chapter they'd rather forget, school was never kind and neither were the people. The thought of returning to that hell of a place was something they’d have nightmares about and yet they still drove out and sat in the classroom joining the laughter and the jokes as they played pretend.

It all made You wonder how’d you let your friend talk you into going but there you stood. After nearly ten years nothing had changed, a simple paint job of the bench or a tree that's grown bigger was all there was. Slowly you made your way into the building, the smell of books and crappy cafeteria food filling your nose and bringing you straight back to the 2000’s. you followed the signs taped to the wall, the direction leading you to the heart of the school and the one place you usually avoided, the gymnasium.

The place was packed with people, a few familiar faces nodding their heads in your direction in a polite ‘hey’ that you returned with a smile as you made your way to one of the tables lined in the middle. “Welcome to the reunion of the 2001 class. I'm one of the students here and I’ll be helping Mr. Peterson today. What's your name?”  the girl smiled bright, clearly the teacher's pet if she was willing to spend her Saturday at the school. “Hi, Y/n  Y/l/n.” you stated simply, not sure what else to do, the entire thing feeling more like a job interview instead of the happy reunion Jenna had made it sound like. The girl started searching through a stack of papers, pulling out stickers and different notes, placing them down on the table and scribbling on them before looking back up. “Your class will come together at 6C in an hour. in the meantime, grab a drink and have fun!” With a soft thanks you walked further into the gymnasium. 

You thanked god for the open bar, not sure if you’d even make it to the actual reunion part of the day if it wasn't for the whiskey in your already nearly empty glass. 

“oh my god, No way Y/N? Is that you?!” The familiar high-pitched voice squealing your name caught your attention, making you turn around to see the walking pink ball of excitement coming closer with a man dressed just  as sparkly and bright as her. “Lola, hey.” you tried your best to fake excitement, the words coming out just as fake as the girl you spoke them too. “Oh my god, Hi!” she was leaning in hugging you tight, playing the best friend instead of the bitch of a cheerleader she used to be. “This is my husband, we got married last month.” You smiled politely, soft congrats being sent both their ways. “So Where's your other half?” She questioned looking around the room, the same bitchy grin she had when she was calling someone out back in school on her face. “I came alone, I wouldn't want to take your spotlight away, I know how attached you are to it.” you state making her speechless.  She clearly had a bruised ego, her mouth opening and closing as She stuck to an excuse of needing a drink before crossing arms with her husband and walking away, leaving you on your own to down the rest of your own drink and go on your merry way again, you could at least say you tried being there.

You went into the bathroom, a quick pee break before spending the next three hours on the road back home, reminding yourself to call Jenna and make her rethink her definition of the good old days. 

“Did you see the brown eyed one,”

“Why is it always the hot guys that turn out to be cops?” As you washed your hands the door got thrown open, a few girls you’d seen helping around coming inside as they gossiped. All three giggled, two of them going for a bathroom stall as the third one stood beside you checking herself out in the mirror. “Excuse me, did you just say the cops were here?” You question “Yeah,F.B.I showed up and cleared the entire gym, I’m sure no one minds looked like everyone hated this reunion thing.” She wasn’t wrong.

“I’m not surprised though, there've been three dead guys here in the past month, feds were gonna show up sometime, I’m just happy it’s two hot ones.” the toilet behind you flushed, the girl coming out with her bag on her shoulders seeming a little too excited. “Someone said one of the guys went to this school,”

“No way, you’re joking!“ You totally forgot what schoolgirls were like, not missing the loud shouting over some random guy at all. “Mia said one of the guys was on the list of students for the reunion, I forgot his name, god what was it, westlin,wingster, webster.

“Winchester?” Both girls' eyes sparkled at the right answer. “That’s it! You know him!” You used too. the memories of  the man had always been in the back of your head, nagging you ever since he left town. 

You pushed past the lump in your throat, excusing yourself from the girls as your feet carried you right back to the gymnasium without a second thought about it. You walked in a straight line, the door of the gym still open giving you a wide range of space to walk in, nobody near or around to speak too, no badge in sight. You hoped the girls just got it wrong, the man they thought was long gone, you’d seen the news you knew he was a wanted man, he was even presumed dead more then once yet part of you never fully believed that.

“Excuse me ma’am, this is a crime scene.” you turned around, your eyes widening, anger, joy, sadness it all came up boiling at once, He was right there.

“Sam,” you stood speechless, the skinny boy you knew ten years back having become an actual man. He was taller than you remembered, his hair longer but you knew it was him, you could never forget your best friend. 

“Sammy, you found any-” you turned around at the deep voice, the green eyed hunter looking back at you, seeming as shocked as his younger brother. “Nice to know the reason you never called wasn’t your death.” You didn't know what was worse, the fact that Sam never called because he was dead or the fact that he just didn't for no reason. “Y/n I didn't know you were going to be here,”

“It's a reunion Sam, that's kind of the entire point.”

“No, I know I just” you shook your head not even wanting to hear it. For years all you wanted was a reason why, an apology but the longer you stood in the gym the more you realized he wasn't going to give you one. "You know what Sam, don't bother." You looked up at the man before you, seeing nothing more than a ghost of the man you once knew.

"You clearly don't wanna see me. I don’t know what I did to deserve that but I guess you leaving ten years ago was a clear sign of rejection that I should have taken more seriously."

"It's not that simple ," he states,trying to talk his way out of it. "Yeah Sam,think it is that simple." you shake your head, already regretting even going to the gym when you’d heard he was at the school. You were ready to walk away from both the boys and leave it all behind like you should have done ten years back and you would have, you are ready to walk right past your old friend and leave him, but he reached out for you giving you no choice but to stop. “Let me go,”

“Let me explain?” he questioned. “Just hear me out.”

“Sam let me go,” you struggle to get your arm back, his fingers not losing any of the grib he had but making sure he wasn’t hurting you. “Please Y/n, I’ll explain everything just. just meet me later.” he tried to keep his voice low, trying to not to upset you anymore then he already had.

“What motel,” you mutter, still giving in to the pull he had on you. “Britters sunrise. room 93.” 

The familiar 1967 black Chevrolet Impala stood parked in the back of the parking lot. you weren't sure why’d you even come to the motel, part of you still hoping to get that apology you wanted back in high school.

your every muscle was screaming in protest as you walked closer to the right room. You swallowed your fears by putting up a wall to protect yourself as you knocked loud and clear, three beats and a second of silence before knocking a fourth time. It was a safety signal you and Sam had back in high school so he knew it was you who came to his door and you still did it without thinking twice.

The door opened, the eyes of an old friend meeting yours hitting you in a wave of memories. “You came,”  Sam stepped aside as he led you into the room. Dean sat on one of the beds, keeping to himself as he cleaned a bunch of his guns like it was a normal. 

You hadn’t seen their faces in ten years but It was like you were staring at a fragment of the boy you used to steal liquor with as you pretended that life was normal, the same guy who acted like a big brother when it came to your well being. “What are you doing here,” you choked out, turning to look at Sam who was standing before the crappy motel table. 

“Dean and I thought there was a case here,” he mutters. 

“you can spot anything supernatural from miles away, you knew beforehand this job was going to give you jack, so why are you really here?” you ask again knowing that even though he sometimes hated his job, he was good at it. "I just wanna talk."

“You could have called.”

you didn't wanna lie to yourself, you missed him but that didn't mean you were going to pretend nothing happened just because he looked at you with sad puppy eyes. “You know how to find people, I'm sure you could have figured out where I was if you wanted to.”

“I should have looked for you, I shouldn’t even have left. I’d never forgiven myself for that, for putting you through that.” regret was written over his entire face, his eyes never leaving yours, the look in them told you he spoke nothing but the truth even when he struggled to speak the words he so desperately needed to tell you. 

“I stood up against the kids in school, I even stood up against your dad when he called you out for being a smart kid and all I got in return was you leaving town,” tears glazed over your eyes as you spoke, “What happened to the boy who told me the truth because he needed a friend, the guy whose dream was to go to college or the man who said he’d never leave.” tears escape as your voice breaks.  “All I see now is the ghost of  a guy I thought was dead.” 

“Y/n, I am so Sorry,” It’s all you wanted, an apology for putting you through hell. Tears clouded your eyes as you stepped forwards, wrapping your hands around his waist as you held him tight.

At first Sam was unsure, taking a second to realize what you were doing, holding him close instead of rejecting him like he feared you would, but once he understood the need for closure, the feeling of anger and tiredness from everything being pushed away for so long he thrusted his arms around your body. You breathed in deeply trying to stop the tears from coming down, the emotions and every word that were left unspoken, the things that both of you wanted to say but didnt know how all drowned away in the moment.

“I’m still pissed.” you mutter as you pull black slightly. 

“You thought we were dead?” Dean asked, making your head turn to the forgotten brother on the other side of the room. “Yeah, I did.” His brows raised an invitation for you to elaborate on the subject.  “The explosion at the Colorado police station, February 2008. Eleven people died, nine cops and two fugitives. I read that Henrikson had the Winchesters in custody, I just put two and two together.” 

“You kept tabs on us.”  You walked over to the bed Dean was sitting on as you nodded. The man kept a close eye on you as You reached out to grab one of the guns he’d just cleaned, the weapon laying in your hand heavily. “What are you doing?” you looked at Sam, the man giving you a confused look, not seeming to fully trust you with a gun in your hands. 

You pushed the magazine release and pulled it out to check if it was full before pushing it back up the clip and pulling the slide, clicking the safety off and then back on. “Son of a bitch,” you couldn’t help but smile at Dean's reaction. “I know more than you think.” you state putting the gun back down. “Hunting, weapons Ghosts,vampires,werewolves, fairies, unicorns, all that jazz."

"Yeah, does aren't real." 

"Wait. There’s no such thing as unicorns?” Dean shook his head as you cursed out loud, the only mythical creature you read about over the years and somewhat would appreciate turning out to be fake. "Angel's, Demon’s but a freaking unicorn is too much to ask?” You could see the grin on both men's faces, an annoyed scoff coming from you as you shook your head “Don't you laugh at me, what would you think when you spent the past ten years reading every book and article there is and believing it because someone skipped town before he could explain the details.” As the words left your mouth you realized what you said, your eyes going back to those of Sam, a silent apology of your own being sent his way. 

“You’re right, I did leave. Dad, he found out about Stanford and we got into a big fight. He told me that if I walked out I shouldnt come-”

“You got into Stanford?” you ask, walking over to the table he was leaning against not even letting him finish. “I did, yeah. I went to school for a while but then-”

“The Family business?” Sam nodded his head, not having to tell you the details to know you’d understand him.  You knew that no matter how badly he wanted to have something normal, the guy would drop it all for his family, especially when it came to Dean.  

“I guess that's what happens when you know the truth” you sigh, sitting yourself down into one of the chairs. “No matter how normal of a life you try to live, something always pulls you back to the supernatural.”

“You sound like you speak from experience,” you look over at Dean, his guns being put in the bag as he cleaned everything up. “I didn't exactly choose to study mythology because it was such an exciting subject.” you joke. “It came in handy, that and a few hours at the gun range.” you mumble turning your eyes to the ground. “You became a hunter?” Dean questioned, brows raised both brothers there full attention on you.

“No that's your thing, I’m just a walking encyclopedia for Lore and information, the gun thing is just a safety precaution that I rarely use,” You look between both brothers not sure why they are so surprised about it all while it was one of them that introduced you to that world in the first place. “We are more like one another than you boys think, Same song, different verse. that kind of thing.” A light chuckle leaves you at the realization, even after ten years apart you still ended up on the same side of the crossroad, both living on the edge of trying to be normal but still fighting against what goes bumping in the night.

“So what’s next? What happens when I leave this room?” Your eyes went to Sam, knowing that your issues weren’t just forgiven and forgotten but also knowing you weren’t willing to let him leave again. “We could use somebody with your brains at the bunker, it would be nice to have one else on the road with us." Dean said, a grin on his face at the idea. “You're asking me to drop my life back in Springfield to read a few books because you need the extra help?”

“Dean you can't ask that of her,” Sam and Dean their voices blocked out as 

your own mind went to the possibility of saying yes.

You’d never really thought about being on the road or being more than just somebody who had information, the idea had always seemed scary but being out there with Sam and Dean seemed safe, it seemed right. You had lost Sam once and you weren't planning on losing him again. 

“Do I get my own room in this bunker?” Both boys shut their mouths, Dean giving you a grin as Sam looked shocked.

“I could handle being around Sam in high school and seeing you out on the parking lot but a girl needs her privacy, and I have a feeling I'll be wanting that if I spend hours on the road with the two of you.”

“Whatever you need, Pick and choose,”

“What do you say Sam, think you could handle someone outsmarting you?” you joke making him nod his head. 

“I think I'll be fine.”  All of you smiled at the newly found course, never having expected the day to end with you leaving everything behind to skip town with the two, but you knew this was the right choice.