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

ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ

As soon as Sam gets out of the car, I push my way out. My throat tight as I take sharp, quiet inhales, the tears prickling my eyes as I walk around the front of the car towards my truck, unlocking it as I toss my bag of hunting supplies into the passenger seat, wanting to leave before Dean snapped.

I feel a set of eyes on me as I busy myself with making sure everything is in my bag, waiting for the two to open the motel room so I could grab the rest of my stuff and go. I glance up and immediately connect eyes with Dean.

His voice is soft as he speaks, "Myra..."

"Dean, I know I fucked up, believe me. I don't need to be lectured like I'm some two year old! I just want to go home." I rush, looking away from him as I chew on the inside of my cheek.

"Can I talk?" He questions with a joking tone, causing me to whip my head towards him. "Yes, I'm mad at what happened, but you did something super impressive back there. Hell, Sammy and I were blown away when we figured out what was happening." He pauses, gauging my reaction. I raise my eyebrows questioningly, urging him to continue.

"Doing an exorcism is hard and can easily be messed up, but you did it flawlessly. Almost as good as Sammy. I think you have a lot of potential to be a good hunter." He pauses again, thinking of how to phrase his next words. "While you were busy planning to scram, Sam and I talked. We think you'd be a good addition to the duo, do you want to join us?"

My brain freezes for a full minute as I decipher his words. He raises his eyebrows as I gape at him. The question spins around my head before it finally lands somewhere that it's deciphered.

"I want to say yes. I really do. But my dad is still MIA and I really want to find him." I say looking at him with sad eyes.

"We can help you find him, we have a lot more resources that can be used." He barters, raising his eyebrows hopefully.

"But I have classes..." I try again, immediately knowing there was no reason to be arguing.

"Pull a Sammy." Dean counters, Sam grunts from next to the impala, his eyes narrowed at his brother.

"Dean, you are officially a pain in my ass." I laugh, face palming as I shake my head. I think about it for a few seconds, really debating on if I am really willing to leave my life behind to travel with the two boys that I've known for so long. "Fine. But I swear that if I'm benched for ANY case, I'm coming right back home."

Dean nods excitedly, pulling me into a side hug, shaking my shoulder gently as Sam smiles at us from the hood of Baby. I can't help but roll my eyes at the excitement radiating off of Dean, knowing that he normally is so extremely hesitant on bringing anyone in to the boys lives for fear they would get hurt or killed.

"I think that deserves a drink." Sam calls out, pointing to the bar next to the motel. I nod enthusiastically as Dean agrees, keeping his arm around my shoulders as we walk towards the building. I feel myself getting comfortable in Dean's arms, wrapping my arm around his waist as we walk, resting my head on his shoulder hesitantly.

I'm not able to see the huge smile on Dean's face that matches the one on my own. We walk into the smokey bar and sit down at one of the high tops before Dean walks to the bar and grabs us all a beer. When he returns he slides the beers across the table, my hands immediately clamp around the sweaty glass, taking a large swig of the liquid. I glance around the bar, noticing a dance floor packed with people and strobe lights flashing from the ceiling.

"I'm going to dance!" I yell over the loud atmosphere in the bar, slipping down from my stool and immediately walking to the floor. I smile as I find a comfortable groove, swaying my hips as my hands make their way above my head. I sing along to the song blasting through the large speakers towards the back of the building.