We Met Before

Life Moves with a Deamon in the Basement

Warnings: Mentions of death, Maybe spelling and language.

Around 1500 words.

A little note before we start, I know technically the bunker isn't around this time but I'm not following storylines, hence the random case.

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A great way to say goodbye...

Over the next few months, you had expected a call or text, but nothing. To be fair you didn't exactly try to reach out to him either. Church felt emptier, as did your free time. So, you just spent it building up a great book collection, training, and further bonding with Bobby. Life had turned back to normal. Other than Sam and Dean had become more distant dealing with angels, daemons, heaven, and hell. Which you guess is the usual just busier. You even went on your first few hunts. During one involving a wendigo, you lost your phone, only to find it beyond repair. Which cut ties completely with Crowley.

**Four Year Time Jump**

Now 22 years old, you are a full-time hunter still living with Bobby, when you're not staying in shabby motels.

Your days are filled with hunting, reading, and watching bad movies. And for some reason every Sunday you still found yourself in your spot at church. You told yourself it was still because you wanted to feel closer to your mum, but deep down you knew you were hoping for the chance he would walk back through those doors. But when he didn't you pushed the sinking feeling away, it was ridiculous to still miss the man you had hardly known. Although when you think about it you did know him, maybe not for long, you knew more about him than you did about the other close people in your life.

You had been on a few dates with random guys since then, but none of them really stuck, and to be honest, you weren't exactly looking for them too. Everything was going well, which with the life you live was bound to end soon. Which it did.

The shot...

The coma...

The death...

His death...

Bobby was gone.

To say it hit hard was an understatement. You weren't even there when the shot fired. You visited him as soon as you heard but couldn't shake the feeling you let him down in some way. Sam and Dean tried to explain what happened, but you didn't fully understand or didn't want to. You mourned alongside Sam and Dean. Ending up moving into the bunker with them, where you resumed going on little hunts with them, but mainly staying back as a designated researcher. The bunker was a lot homelier than the random motels, and although your combat was good, it wasn't what it needed to be with what they were dealing with.

Over the next year, you met Castiel when he was "Back to himself" as Dean put it. You two quickly became friends, when you got used to his quirks. Everything once again was back to a new normal, well as normal as it could have been. You did stop going to church, no longer seeing the point of finding a new one nearer. You grow closer to the boys, finding new things out about them both.

You and Dean's relationship is a weird one. He is exactly as you would imagine an older brother to be. But is also annoyingly stubborn, always teasing, and argumentative. But that's what you love about him. Especially when he would give in and let you take Baby to the shops.

Sam is more like a twin, even though he's 6 years older than you. You still stayed up late when you could talk about whatever. He is the more freely sensitive one. He is however just as stubborn and caring, especially when it comes to your lack of interest in dating. It was strange but he wants to see you happy with someone. Even though he knows in this life it's hard, he still wants you to try. Which you don't see the point. No, it's not because you can't picture going on dates and talking to anyone other than that beautiful accent, or because you can't see yourself kissing any other lips. It's just because you didn't see the point, because (Y/N) (L/N) was not the sort of person to be hung up on a guy and his forgotten promise.

Right now, you are sitting in the kitchen with Sam, in silence. You are reading a book you found on a random shelf, and Sam is typing away on his laptop. For the past 3 weeks, the bunker has been filled with a tense mix of emotions. Hunters had seemed to become the hunted, being killed in many forms some were ripped apart other drained of blood some still full of blood a couple had their eyes ripped out, some even as mundane as being stabbed. But no matter the method, they were all linked by one small mark on the left thumb. A delicate R.

The case was confusing, to say the least, and all leads you guys had found turned out to be dead ends. This is why after a week and a half of no progress, Sam and Dean had decided to call on a certain demon for help...and by call, you meant forcefully summon against the king of hells wishes. But no matter how hard they tried they couldn't get anything out of him.

Not that you really knew who 'him' was. All you knew was that even from the basement he managed to cause tension between the brothers. You weren't allowed down there. That was your rule. Which you begrudgingly followed. Not without your arguments, which you kept up. You love the boys, but it seemed they were getting nowhere with their interrogating, and you being the best at getting information out of the three of you, it seemed like the obvious choice. If the two weren't so adamant at keeping you away from the whole thing. Being deemed too impressionable or something regarding your safety.

To be honest all you knew was that he was an annoying dick, that Dean was considering killing, and he had the answers to your problems. You didn't even get to know what Dean and Sam were doing down there to try to get information. Which was what Dean was doing now.... or what he was doing before he comes into the kitchen, breaking the silence.

Dean let out a sigh. "I swear he finds joy in pissing me off".

"That would be the King of hell for you Dean". Sam says not bothering to look up from his screen.

"Why did we even bother?" Dean slugs into a seat at the table across from you.

"Because we have no other leads," Sam said seeming bored, but you knew it was him trying to mask his annoyance.

"But it's been 9 days and he still hasn't acknowledged the attacks; the cocky bastard keeps rolling his eyes at me. I swear if he makes one more remark, I will stab his eyes out." Dean looks at Sam, which Sam senses and looks up meeting his brother's eyes. "Sammy, I don't know what else to try".

But before Sam could add anything on you joined in. This being your perfect opportunity to get information and meet this alleged king of hell. "Me! I'm still an option".

Dean rolled his eyes falling back in his seat, moving his gaze to you. Sam following suit.

"No chance munchkin, as said before we are not taking the chance," Dean repeated.

"But I don't understand, why not". You frowned.

"Because" Sam started this time. "He doesn't know you exist, and it's safer that way. He could use you as a weakness to get to us, he could hurt you. It's just not worth it."

"But hunters dying is?" you asked, managing to get them speechless. Which they remained. "Common guys. I'm good at getting out information, and like Dean said, what other choices have you got?"

Both the brothers looked at each other and then back at you, still remaining silent.

So, you pulled out your best attempt at puppy dog eyes, "Please, I'll be safe I promise."

Dean let out a defeated and gruff "Fine".

"But we are keeping an eye on you" Sam added trying not to chuckle at how Dean had finally given in. He wouldn't admit it, but your logic did seem like the best option in his eyes.

"Deal," you said smiling. The three of you got up, ready to descend downwards to the captive, who hopefully had answers.

For some reason, you were excited and nervous. You imagined all the ways you could get information, getting into his head and muddling it out. Sure, he was a daemon, but you had swindled information out of a few before, how different could this one be? But no matter what crossed your mind, you would never have known what had been locked up right under your feet for the past 9 days.