The next few days, with no hunts in sight and no sign of Michael, Dean was overly protective of you. At first you found it endearing, but when a hunt did soon pop up a few states away, it became downright infuriating.
"I'm not letting you take this." He pointed to you as soon as you came back with your bag, ready to go.
Sam had discovered a possible case when a woman tore apart her husband, killing him, with her bare hands. You jumped up before he even finished, running to your room to get ready.
"Not 'letting' me?" You asked with a scoff, "You don't dictate what I can and can't do, Winchester," You shook your head, "Fuck it, I'm taking it, but anyone who wants to come can come."
"Me and Sam are gonna go, Cas and Jack will stay here with you."
"Are you a complete bone head?" You laughed, "Or are you just subtly throwing my past mistakes in my face to show that I'm a terrible hunter?"
"You're the best goddamn hunter I've ever met," Dean told you sincerely, "But it doesn't change how less than a week ago you were fucking dead!"
"And a few years ago, you were a freaking demon, Dean!" You yelled, "And your track record before and after that ain't exactly spotless. Some of that includes you almost killing Sam multiple times and getting yourself killed on more than one occasion!"
Sam cleared his throat and when you both snapped your attentions to him, he took a voice of reason,
"I think Dean is just still a little on edge since you came back," Sam told you, not having known about you dying until yesterday when you told him and Jack, "We just want everyone to stay safe."
"Bullshit," You grumbled, and Dean raised his eyebrows at you, "He's just sore over the fact Cas chose to confide in me instead of him."
Cas shifted in his seat uncomfortably, Jack watched everyone with intrigue, almost like he was watching a show, and Sam cleared his throat again, this time to back out of the conversation.
"It wasn't the best feeling to find out that my best friend kept something from me and then used my girlfriend," He turned to Cas, focusing the issues on him now, and you rolled your eyes, "And then didn't fucking tell me when she-"
"I didn't even want him to bring me back!" You blurted the interruption in a panic.
"What?" Sam asked when everyone else fell silent.
"I'm going," You told Dean sternly, ignoring Sam's question while Dean's eyes darted across your face, "And you're not coming with me."
"Oh, what a fucking shock!" He yelled, face going red, "You're not leaving this goddamn bunker and that's final!"
"Wanna bet?" You snapped back, grabbing your duffel, and storming through the map room, up the steps.
"You leave now," He warned coldly, "Don't bother coming back."
"Dean, you don't mean that." Sam told him.
"If she has a death wish," Dean looked to his brother, "Then I don't want any part of it."
"Dean." Cas pleaded.
"No, Cas! I won't stand by and watch her make decisions that'll get herself killed."
"Y/n, wait!" Jack called, but you ignored him, tears stinging your eyes as you rushed out of the bunker.
~Small Time Skip~
Dean Winchester can go fuck himself.
You made your way to Wisconsin, to a town called Sun Prairie, and you didn't make any stops.
Sam texted you the details, apologizing for how Dean acted and asking you to come back, but you simply thanked him for the information.
After booking a room at a random motel, you changed into your FBI outfit, and headed over to the county jail where the wife was being held.
"Agent Steinfeld," You whipped your badge out, showing it to the police officer, "I'm here to see a Mrs. Habersham."
"This way," He smirked, looking over his shoulder as you followed him, eyeing you up and down, making you think for a second he was on to you, before he added, "Guess this was weird enough for the FBI to get involved. Just surprised they have such good-looking agents at the bureau."
You internally rolled your eyes, offering him a smile, and staying silent.
He led you into the lock up room and a woman, probably in her mid-forties, sat on the dirty cot they provided, crying into her hands. You highly suspected this was something supernatural, hence why you were here, so seeing her upset made you frown because you knew even though it wasn't her fault, she'd still go down for it. You could give her closure, telling her the truth, but that would open up more problems for the both of you.
"Mrs. Habersham?" You caught her attention, her red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks now in view.
"Judy," She nodded, and you sat on the bench that was up against the wall across from her cell, "Are you my lawyer? You look too nice to be a public offender."
"I'm actually Agent Steinfeld with the FBI, but you can call me Hannah."
"You're here about my husband." She concluded, wiping her tears and looking away, training her eyes on the wall to her left.
"I hate to ask this," You leaned forward with your pad and pen on your knees that were crossed, "But could you walk me through it?"
Your phone started vibrating in your pocket, but you put it on silent without even glancing down at the contact, and when she saw she had your full attention, she started opening up.
"I would never kill my husband," She told you, begging you to believe her, and you nodded, "I knew he was cheating on me, but I never said anything. We weren't the happiest and it hurt to find out, but I didn't want a divorce. I still loved him," She choked back a sob and you looked at her with understanding, "The night he – that I – he came home smelling like whiskey and perfume. I was angry, of course I was angry, but when he turned to me and gave me a kind of dopey smile, I don't know what happened," She winced, "I just jumped on him and couldn't stop myself."
"I'm so sorry this happened to you," You got up and went to the bars, holding your arm out through them, "And I'm very sorry for your loss."
She looked at you surprised.
She slowly got up and came closer, hesitantly taking your hand.
"You – you believe me?" She searched your eyes for the truth.
"I do," You nodded with a sad smile, squeezing her hand lightly in assurance, "And I'm gonna find whatever caused this."
"They're going to give me life for this." She breathed, her voice cracking, eyes landing on your joined hands, and your heart broke.
"I know," You whispered, and she looked back up to you teary eyed, "But I'll do everything I can to prevent that from happening."
"Why?" She squinted curiously, "Why would you help me? I killed the love of my life, even if I wasn't his, with my bare hands like some kind of animal. I'd want to see me get the chair."
"You don't deserve this," You told her firmly, "And I'm gonna make the bastard who did this pay because you didn't do this, they did."
"They?"
"Just trust me."
