Rewrite Of Supernatural Series: Season 1.

Hell House - Part 1.

Rock supplemented as the background music. Dean's selection. B/F couldn't say she was pleased – but the minute she suggested a change of pace on the songs, Dean shut her down with a well-practiced line, it seemed to her: Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts her cakehole.

She'd been petty to point out that she was in the backseat, much to Sam's amusement. Dean had just shot her a dirty look before increasing the volume, and she had to bite her tongue.

Dean's sourpuss mood could be attributed to the fact that you were still vegetable held back at Bobby's house, and Dean had claimed that you'd never lost consciousness for so long – much to everyone's dismay.

On an off-hand suggestion from B/F, Sam had jumped at the chance to get out of house and on a case shed found. While Dean took a lot of convincing to leave your side. It took bribes of clear air and puppy dog eyes from Sam, promise of fun from B/F, and swearing up and down on Bobby's part to keep Dean updated that he begrudgingly accepted his unlikable fate.

It had also took most of everyone's patience to bargain with Dean on why bringing you along on the case would be a bad idea.

B/F had won that argument by saying that she hated all four of them, and Y/N'd want to be with the person she hated the least currently, A.K.A. Bobby.

Dean had been mad at her ever since.

But she was fine with that. She never considered herself a people-pleaser and she could definitely live with a few unbidden bitch-faces and snide comments.

Plus, she had more important things to worry about – like you. Just because none of them were showing it for Dean's sake didn't mean it nullified the fact that they were all scared for your well-being.

B/F had been pulling her contacts from all over the world, and Bobby was calling his acquaintances too, while Sam took a few people off B/F and Bobby's list to get the work done faster when his own list ended.

They had been sitting from early in the morning and late into the nights – and it was only at their expense did Dean seem to get his head out of his ass, and his ass out of the bedroom to cook for them.

When B/F tried to help him one morning, he insisted that he'd do it alone. She only later found out that cooking was one of Y/N's favourite hobbies, through Sam, though he admitted that you hadn't cooked ever since you got back, and B/F shared that she hadn't ever seen you cook either. She realised you stopped cooking when you left the Winchesters.

Back in the Impala, B/F roused from her sleep a while later, noticing the music had been put on the down-low for her and Sams benefits.

She hadn't slept for so long in weeks.

They'd been on the road for hours now, and B/F's eye twitched at that realisation. She would have much preferred to take flight, but Dean said no. She figured she had to pick her battles with him, like he could have music and car - but she wouldn't let him blame himself or stay by your side, mopping.

'How long?' her coarse voice greeted Dean.

He met her eyes in the rearview-mirror. 'Hours. Found something yet?' he nodded to stack of the books and papers she had unceremoniously fell asleep on.

She sighed through her nose, sorting out the stack. 'No,' she frowned, not watching Dean but knowing he must sport the same disappointment. 'You know, I know you've read Namie's journal cover-to-cover. But its – its like somethings missing.'

'Could be,' Dean shrugged unconvincingly. 'Jonas did always say to not put all your eggs in the same basket. You know how paranoid Y/N is – she has to be prepared for everything.'