numb || winchester!sister series

Chapter 4

Standing in front of where dad was buried, the moment of his death kept replaying in my head. It's been couple of days but I couldn't seem to snap out of it. The sound of the gun shot, his final breath, it sounded as if it just happened.

I've already cried out all my tears, I didn't know what else to do. I felt weak knowing that I couldn't save my father. He died right in front of my face and I knew there were other ways to stop the yellow eyed demon.

This is what we wanted our whole life; revenge. Getting back at the demon for killing my mother and eventually my boyfriend. Now he killed my father as well. This feeling of sweet revenge wasn't something that I was hoping for.

I stared at the grave somehow thinking that dad will appear from behind and hug me, telling me that everything was going to be alright. I couldn't take a step away, I felt like my feet was planted on the ground. Dean and Sam were afar, standing by the Impala.

'Are you ready, Y/N?' Dean shouted. It's not that I wanted to ignored him, I just stood there in silence.

'Y/N? We've been here long enough, let's go.'

Sam defended me, 'Dean, she's grieving. Give her some time.'

Dean huffed, 'Grieve my ass.'

'Hey, easy.' Sam tried to calm Dean down.

'Easy? Of course it's easy for you, Sam. You never loved dad.' He approached me, pulling me by the shoulders. 'Enough. Now let's go.'

'Dean, I can't.' I sniffled as I bit my lip, continuing to stare at dad's grave.

He rolled his eyes, 'Why are you crying?'

'Dad is gone, Dean. He's gone forever and I couldn't stop him.'

He chuckled out of frustration, 'Hilarious. You didn't care about him when you left your family for college.'

'Why can't you understand that I wanted something else? I didn't want to be a hunter.'

'We are hunters! We're Winchester's, Y/N it's in our blood, not college and "normal life".'

I wiped my tears away, 'No, I was actually able to stand up for myself and knew what I wanted in life. Unlike you who just did whatever dad said.'

As harsh as that sounded, I didn't care. I was tired of Dean treating me so wrong and at this point, our relationship didn't even matter anymore.

Approaching the car, Sam looked at me with worry in his face. I ignored him and sat in the back seat, ready for whatever Dean wanted us to do.

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Getting back to our motel, I quickly headed to the bathroom to shower. I can hear Dean and Sam bickering in the room; hearing my name popping up couple of times I know they're fighting about me. After a quick shower, I came back out with a towel wrapped around my body.

Dean looked over me, 'Bobby said we can stay with him. We're heading out first thing tomorrow morning.'

'Mhmm' I hummed as I picked out clothes to wear to sleep in. I went to the bathroom and came back out, changed.

'I'll take the couch, you two can take the beds.' Sam said as he started packing his stuff for the trip tomorrow.

'Dean, you don't have to worry about me. I'm not going.' I implied.

He looked over at me, 'Why not?'

'You know why. I'm going back to UCLA.'

'The hell you're not. Dad would want us to be together like family.'

'What about what I want?'

He took a step towards me, 'You've already got what you wanted for almost 3 years.'

I turned to my other brother, 'Sammy, you want to graduate right?'

'Yeah,' Sam sighed. 'But I don't want to go back either. I was thinking of staying.'

Dean huffed, 'See? That's what family is supposed to do.'

'Family is supposed to support each other no matter what.'

Sam spoke in a soft tone, 'Dean, she wants to finish school. Let her.'

'We talked about this, Sam. She's staying with us.'

'So you can torture me and yell at me whenever you want? I'm so sick of you attacking me for no reason. I'm your sister.'

Dean fumed, 'And I'm your brother, so listen and respect me.'

'Oh, since you respect me so much I should respect you huh?' I said sarcastically.

The brother I looked up to and loved so much was now someone I used to know. Worst part of it wasn't the fact that we lost a great relationship but the way he was treating me and doesn't realize that it's hurting me. 'Dean, what happened to you?'

'What happened to me? Funny coming from the person that's being a selfish bitch lately.'

Subconsciously, I slapped Dean across his face. How dare he called me a bitch. With that tone of voice, I knew he wasn't kidding when he said it. He went out of line and now I definitely didn't recognize who he was anymore.

Grabbing my duffel bag, I stuffed whatever junk I can find that was mine. I got my wallet, my phone and walked towards the door. As I turned the nob, I stopped and without looking back I rasped.

'You're not my brother anymore.'