Y/n stared up at the bunkers sealing silently as she laid in bed. As she lay there frozen each click of the clock sounded louder and louder. Like most mornings she found herself struggling to find a reason to get out of bed but she knew she had to. After all the world doesn't stop spinning over her turmoil. She silently turned her gaze from the roof and landed them on the picture frame sitting across from her on the wooden desk. It was a picture of her Dean and Sam that Bobby had taken outside his house. Y/n was in the middle of the brother with both their arms over her shoulders hugging her close.
That picture was her only reminder that she once knew what it felt like to be happy. Once. She ripped her eyes from the haunting picture and no longer wanting to make the mistake of looking at it, she got out of bed and made her way out of the room.
Later that day Y/n found herself sat with a glass of whiskey in her hand reading a book on Norse gods. Once upon a time she would have given Dean a hard time over his day drinking, and now here she was doing the exact same thing. She told herself it wouldn't be permanent, it was just to sooth the still fresh wound. That was nearly fiver years ago. She shook her head and brought the glass up to her lips finishing it off. She grabbed the bottle beside her to refill her cup only to find it empty.
"Shit." She grumbled. She slammed the bottle back onto the small table and slumped back into her chair. She glared at the empty bottle when a loud slamming of a door echoed through the library causing her heart to leap in her chest. The sound of rushed heavy footsteps filled her ears. Y/n quickly stood and rushed to one of the bookcases where a pistol was stashed. She armed herself and made her way to the doorway where the steps were growing closer to. Her heart pounded in her chest but her hunter instincts overpowered it. She cocked the gun and prepared to fight. As the footsteps reached the door she swung around the corner and held the gun up to the intruder.
"Y/N! Hey it's just me!" Y/n's heart dropped to her stomach as she barely registered who was in front of her.
"Dean?" She looked at him as if she was seeing a ghost. And she might as well have been.
"Y/n I need your help I-" Dean was cut off by a sharp pain in the side of his head. His face swung violently to the side and he groaned in pain. Y/n looked at him deadpanned as he held his jaw, "what the hell!"
"Get out Dean." She raised her pistol at him and he shot his arms up in surrender.
"Woah! Listen to me! I'm not Dean! Well not YOUR Dean!" Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, while Dean stuttered in front of her, "I'm from a different universe I swear!" Y/n looked him up and down and glared.
"I'm really not in the mood for your jokes." Dean sighed in desperation,
"Please Y/n! Just get Sam he'll believe me!" Y/n seemed to shut down in front of him because her arm holding up the gun faltered and dropped to her side.
"You really aren't from here huh." Dean nodded.
"No. Now please Y/n get Sam and I'll explain it to you two." Y/n stared at him blankly.
"I can't." Dean glared,
"Why the hell not?" Y/n closed her eyes and squeezed her free hand into a fist.
"Because he isn't here." Dean took a step forward.
"Well where the hell is he? Call him."
"He's dead Dean!" Dean froze as the words left her lips. He blinked in shock.
"No. What?" Y/n sighed.
"He's been dead for almost six years." Dean felt a stab in his heart as he heard those words, "and I haven't seen you for almost five." He brought his gaze from the floor to Y/n's eyes.
