When We Were Young (A Supernatural Fanfic)

Chapter 6

Sam's words were echoing in your head. Someone was looking for you? At Bobby's? Who would even know about that part of your life?

You were frozen to your place, hands gripping Dean's arm like a scared child. Dean was staring daggers at Sam, who wasn't backing down.

"Bobby didn't specify," Sam continued, meeting his brother's gaze. "He said we should just come there. All of us." He looked directly at you as he finished and you nodded, moving away from Dean. But Dean grabbed your arm, and for maybe the first time since you were 13, you didn't flinch at someone else's touch.

"No." Dean said with finality. "Absolutely not." You stared up at him not understanding. He met your stare and lowered his voice, trying to keep his anger in check. "I'll go, but I want you to stay here." You shook your head in response, trying to move away from his intense gaze. But he stood his ground.

"You're not coming, Y/N." He repeated, trying to end the conversation. But you refused.

"Yes, I am, Dean." You responded, moving away from his grasp and standing your ground.

Dean sighed loudly and scrubbed a hand down his face. "Y/N..."

"I have to know, Dean!" You shouted, making Sam and him jump lightly from your outburst. You reigned in your emotions and repeated. "I have to know." Dean had perfected the 'no nonsense' tone, but you knew he wasn't going to argue. You didn't need to tell him that you had invited him into this situation. Your eyes did the talking for you. He nodded once, and stomped down the hall to pack. Sam left his place in the doorway and came over, squeezing your arm once. "We'll be there the entire time, Y/N. You don't have to worry." You nodded giving him a weak smile as he walked away to follow his brother.

You stood there for a few moments, deciding to wait for the brothers at the Impala. The sooner you left, the sooner you could be at Bobby's.

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Dean had been silent the entire ride and you could tell he was upset with you. Sam asked you a few questions, trying to figure out who this mystery guest could be, and you saw Dean tense any time you brought up a person from your past. There weren't a lot, but enough people who you figured could theoretically be looking for you. As you leaned against the Impala's leather seat you considered who this person might be. It could be entirely innocent, an old foster parent looking to catch up. But you never told anyone about your life at Bobby's. The other possibility scared you more. Would the Wilson's really come looking for you? After all of these years...

You didn't want to think about what you were heading toward anymore, so you thought back to Dean's kiss. You felt your hands touch your lips subconsciously, remembering how soft Dean's felt. And how right. You smiled to yourself, but when you looked at Dean all you saw was anger, confusion, and concern. He was gripping the steering wheel with both hands, his knuckles turning white. Sam was distracted by whatever he was reading on his phone, his dark hair hiding his face. You didn't want to startle Dean, afraid he might crash with his entire focus on the windshield in front of him, but you didn't want him to sit and brood to himself with his anger. Leaning forward in your seat, you reach across the bench seat and placed a hand on Dean's arm. He flinched lightly, your touch jerking him out of his thoughts, but he seemed to relax a bit under your hold. His hands relaxed on the wheel, and he released his left to hang down between the front bench seat and the door. You reached your own hand towards his and felt him entwine your fingers together tightly. You held hands the whole rest of the drive.

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'Singer Auto Salvage' looked exactly the same from what you remember and you felt comfortable for the first time in a long time. Like you were home.