#if I see you dodging bus fares I’m mentally kissing you on the lips because of your dedication to catching the bus

[asupernaturalgirl]

I’m Too Sober for This - Part 3

Part 1 

Part 2

Summary: The Winchester’s sister goes through her first heartbreak and must call Dean and Sam for help. 

A/N: As I wrote the second and first part to this, I realized how much I loved the idea for a series so I decided to give it a go. I think I’m going to do kind of a journey of the reader growing up and how Sam and Dean react to certain situations. 

Warnings: break ups, arguing

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    Slowly, you approach the bus stop down the street from where you were staying, tears streaming down your face as you pull the phone out of your back pocket and dial the number seared into your brain from the time your turned five years old. Your older brother Dean’s number.

    Before you push call, you take a moment to reflect on what happened and how you were going to tell Dean this information without him exploding. Jacob had taken you on a trip for your birthday. It took a lot of convincing as far as Dean and Sam went. You were turning 16 though, and you didn’t want a big party. They understood all you wanted was to be with the boy you loved on your birthday and enjoy a nice trip at the lake. Because of this, they hesitantly agreed to allow you to go 100 miles away from the bunker for a weekend.

    Somehow, as it usually does, suspicious happenings started to occur in the town you were in. While it ended up just being some rowdy teens, you had thought it was a spirit haunting and did research. Jacob thought you were absolutely insane as you went through book after book, trying to get information on what it could be. He had had enough and forced you to tell him what was going on.

    “What the hell is happening, Y/N,” He questions, his eyebrows furrowed and angry. “You haven’t slept since we got here yesterday.”

    “Honey,” You start, closing the book you’d just finished as you turn around in your seat and gaze at him in the eyes. “It’s so hard to explain - hell, I can barely explain it sometimes. I just need you to trust me.”

    “You are off your rocker, woman,” He yells, pointing at you. “Tell me what is going on with you or we’re going home.”

    You couldn’t leave the case here without knowing what was actually going on. You had deducted based on the reading you’ve done that it wasn’t a spirit, but you weren’t at rest yet. You bite your lip. You’d been dating Jacob for almost a year. This was the time you should tell him about your second life, right?

    “Jacob,” You close your eyes, running your hands through your hair. “I hunt the supernatural with my brothers.”

    He looks at you with a blank expression on his face. You had no idea what he was thinking in his head right now. It left you feeling more vulnerable than you ever have before.

    “You’re f***ing crazy, Y/N,” He shouts, pointing to the door. “Get out. We’re over. I’m so done with you sneaking around. There’s obviously something mentally wrong there.”

    Now you sit on a bench at a random bus stop, trying to get the hell out of dodge. You can barely register how quickly everything ended. You had been trying to hide where you were going every weekend, but he seemed to have had enough of the secrets. You decide to call Dean once you get somewhere you can identify to him. After a few moments, the bus pulls up and you get on.

    You put the fare in and ride for a few moments before you pull the string outside a 24-hour diner. Here, you would be able to get something to eat and tell Dean exactly where you were. The bus stops and you thank the driver.

    As soon as you enter, the smell of pie enters your nose and you sigh softly. An older woman in an old fashioned dress walks up to you. “Where do you want to sit, sweetheart?”

    You look around before deciding on a place in the corner of the room next to a wide window. She leads you to a spot and places a menu in front of you, taking your order of coffee and a slice of banana cream pie, before walking off to the kitchen.

    Hesitantly, you pull your phone out of your pocket once again and call Dean. As you put the phone up to your ear, it only rings a couple of times before Dean’s familiar voice answers, sending much needed comfort to your consciousness.

    “Y/N,” His voice floods your ears. “Is everything okay?”

    You try to keep your voice down so as not to disturb everyone in the diner. “Jacob broke up with me. He told me to leave,” You let out a small sob.

    There is nothing but silence on the other side of the phone as the words come out. You can hear his breathing become heavy. “Where are you?”

    “I’m at this place called Debbie’s Diner.”

    You hear a chair move back and the jingle of keys. “Sam and I are coming to get you. We’ll be there in an hour and a half.”

    “Thank you, Dean,” You say sincerely. He lets out a huff and you hang up, just in time for the old woman to bring you a large slice of pie and a cup of coffee.

…

    You hear the loud engine before you see the car. You peek out the window to the see the Impala turning the corner into the parking lot. As soon as they park, Dean and Sam jump out of the car, jogging into the restaurant. Rain soaks them in the night as they enter the diner. They spot you across the room and walk quickly to you.

    Dean looks angry and Sam has more of a sober expression on his face. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

    You nod. “I’m okay. It was just an argument and he broke up with me. I took the bus here.”

    Dean looks at your broken face and red eyes and his jaw clenches. “Where is he? I’m gonna gank that son of a-”

    “Dean! It’s okay. It’s fine,” You say, shaking your head. “I told him about the life. I thought there was a case here, god dammit. It was just some stupid kids.”

    Sam rubs your back as you slump your shoulders defeated. “He wanted to know why I was acting so crazy and reading through all these books. I had to tell him. We dated for a year. I thought he would understand.”

    “Y/N, sometimes it’s hard for people to understand the things they can’t see,” Sam says, patting your back softly. “Let’s get your home so you can get a good night’s sleep.”

    He helps you stand from your chair and puts his arm around your shoulders as you begin to walk out. Dean replaces the money you had put down for your food with his own and put yours in his pocket, making sure he remembered to give it back to you. There was no way his sister was going to pay for her own break-up food.

    As you walk through the rain, Sam opens the front Impala door for you, throwing a blanket to you from the back before climbing in to the back seat. Dean starts the car and immediately turns to the radio, turning on The Rain Song, which he knew was your ‘having a hard time’ song. You turned to him and smiled sadly before looking back at the road, the Impala lurching forward as Dean begins to drive back to the bunker.

…

    Dean walks in your room as you get ready to go to sleep, tears silently falling down your face as you think of all the good times you had with Jacob. You climb into bed as Dean sits on the side of it.

    “How you doin’, Y/N/N,” He rubs your messy hair back from your face.

    “It definitely hurts,” You said, looking up at him with sad eyes. “I never told anyone about the life before.”

    He bites his lip and nods. “It’s just going to take some time, Y/N,” He kisses your forehead. “All of us have gone through this before and we turned out okay. It may seem bad now, but it won’t be like this after a while.”

    You nod and wipe the tears from your eyes. “Thank you.”

    “Hey, you’re my baby sister. It’s my job to give you protection and life advice,” You chuckle as he stands and walks to the door. He pauses before turning the light off. “Good night, Y/N.”

    “Good night, Dean.”

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