Family Don't End in Blood || d.w

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My eyes slowly open as I feel my shoulder being shaken as a soft voice speaks. I roll over, looking up to find Sam looking down at me with a concerned look on his face. I furrow my brows before sitting up on the couch, stretching my arms above my head, letting out a content sigh as I look around, noticing the lack of Dean.

"How long have I been out?" I question, turning to look up at Sam again.

"A couple of hours. Dean took off to a bar shortly after you got back in." He explains, sensing the mild concern radiating off of me. I nod slowly before he continues, "He said to do the hunt without him, he didn't want to be involved with it with the risk it posed against you."

I grunt and stand up, frustrated with how Dean was acting. "What a dick! All because he thinks my dad is going to kill him if I get hurt." I roll my eyes, looking up at Sam before scoffing and turning away. "Lets go finish this then so you guys can get the hell out of dodge." I say, grabbing my small back pack with the items we needed and heading out to the cars.

"Myra, calm down for a second." Sam says, his tone laced with a mild warning as he places a hand on my shoulder, "I'm going to call Dean and tell him we're going to go through with the plan and that we'll call him if anything happens or one of us gets hurt." He says, picking up his phone as he looks at me.

"Fine, I'll be out in my truck." I grumble, turning towards the door and walking out, leaving Sam to talk to Dean. I walk over to the beat up Chevrolet C/K that my dad had gifted me before my first hunt, climbing into the driver seat after throwing my back pack into the bed of the truck. I pull my phone out and find a text from Tyler, saying how much he missed me and if I knew when I was coming home.

I sigh lowly, typing out a quick text back to him as a smile creeps up on my face. I hear the passenger door open as Sam slides into the seat, pushing the seat back to accommodate his tall stature and long legs. Once his seat belt is clicked into place I pull out of my spot, making my way out of the parking lot and towards the house.

"What did Dean say?" I question, turning the music down to talk.

"He's still not happy about this but he wishes us luck." Sam says, clearing his throat as he glances out the window. I give him a questioning glance before focusing back on the road.

"What's up with you?" I ask, turning the music completely off as I shoot another glance at him.

He lets out a deep sigh and turns his attention to me as he talks, "I'm starting to agree with Dean on this. I don't think it's super safe and the risk is too high." His voice is quiet but my blood starts to boil, my jaw clenching tightly as I pull the truck over to prevent an accident.

"Are you kidding me?" I question lowly, my voice quiet but dangerous.

"Myra, you're like a little sister to Dean and I, the thought of you being in any sort of danger worries both of us." Sam says, turning to look at me, his eyes tracing my features.

"I already explained to Dean that this is what I want to do." My voice falters for a second before I continue, "You can't protect me forever."

Sam watches me for a second before sighing and looking away, "I know that, so does Dean, but we can try. This isn't a good idea considering the circumstances."

"Fine... Fine, fuck you both." I respond, sick of the childlike treatment as I pull the car back into traffic, pulling a u-turn at an intersection and driving back to the motel in an angry silence. Once we get back I jump out of the truck, grabbing my bag as I slam the door, barely slowing down for Sam calling after me as I storm towards the room.

"Myra, don't be like that." Sam says as he unlocks the door, pushing it open before I storm in, dropping my bag next to the couch and dropping down onto it, ignoring the moose of a man watching me from the doorway.