Chapter 2

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You walked in and gasped.

The place was huge, but then again you were locked in a 9 by 9 foot concrete cell for the majority of your life so everything seemed huge.

The boys smirked at your amazement and Sam walked down the stairs. Dean placed his hands on your shoulders, causing you to flinch a little, and led you down the stairs. They sat you down on a couch that was super comfortable compared to a dirt floor.

"Ok we should probably tell you how we know you name when you didn't tell us huh?'' Sam said.

He paused for your response and was about to keep talking and explain it to you when Dean interrupted. "Oh my god sammy you take forever to talk! And what was that pause for, fucking suspence? I'll explain it to her cause you take so goddamn long! Y/n you're our sister. You were kidnapped by the yellow eyed demon when you were a baby. I was 10 and Sam was about 8. I think you were 2-3 ish. Our dad looked for you everywhere but they kept moving you. We got an anonymous tip that some demons were in the area and decided to check it out and we found you by stroke of luck. Cool huh?" He looked at Sam with a cocky smirk but was received by an eyeroll that was then followed by a small, near imperceivable smile from the younger brother.

"Well, any questions?" They both looked at you. "Okay, wow," You said, "so my brothers are badass bitches that hunt monsters and have been looking for me? Nooo that's not cool at all." You said, rolling your eyes. Dean smirked and Sam let out a small chuckle.

"Well she is definitely a part of this family. See she even got the eye roll and sarcasm down, all we need now is the alcoholism and bitch face and we are all set." You let out a small laugh and Dean gave Sam a great bitch face.

"Not everyone in this family is an alcoholic Sam. Any way Y/n I'll show you to your room and we will get you some different clothes." You got up and followed him out of the room.

When you got back you were wearing one of Dean's old guns and roses t- shirts and one of Sam's old flannels that was still too big for you. You saw a man in a beige trenchcoat. "Cas!" Dean exclaimed, causing the man to turn around and look at you both.

"Oh hello dean. And you must be Y/n I am Castiel angel of the lord. It is a pleasure to meet you." Replied Cas. "Cas," said Sam  "the answer is no I don't care if he has nowhere to go he can not come here."

"Who?" Asked you and Dean at the same time. Sam looked at Dean and then Cas. "Well you tell him Cas." Cas sighed and looked at Dean.

"Gabriel needs a place to stay and this is the safest place for him right now." Dean's eyes widened.  "NO. The answer is NO I don't care if he is on the streets or not he is not staying here especially while Y/n is here!" You narrowed your eyes. No one got to make decisions for you, not even your brothers! Your hands clenched tighter and tighter with every word in the argument the boys were having with the angel.

"EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" You yelled, causing all eyes to look at you in surprise. "I don't care who this guy is but he is coming to stay here, end of story. He needs our help and we are gonna help him." You were fuming and also scared. What if they got mad and kicked you out? You would be really screwed then.

Sam's voice brought you back to the moment.  He sighed in defeat. "Y/n is right. He can come." Dean glared at Sam but made no sound. "Great, he will be here tomorrow." Replied Cas obviously happy about the new addition to the team.

A/NWooo! Another chapterrrrHonestly I'm still having so much anxiety over posting this lolThis story is actually already finished but I wanna take my time posting the chapters, don't ask why, I have no clue

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A/N
Wooo! Another chapterrrr
Honestly I'm still having so much anxiety over posting this lol
This story is actually already finished but I wanna take my time posting the chapters, don't ask why, I have no clue.

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