What the flip bro (Supernatural x Reader)

p.8

*Reader's P.O.V.*

With the help of Bobby, we covered the body of Meg. We then stood up and walked to Sam and Dean as they near the front door.

"You better hurry up and beat it before the paramedics get here." Bobby said.

"What are you gonna tell them?" Dean asked him.

"You think you guys invented lying to the cops?" Bobby said sarcastically, "We'll figure something out.", He glanced at me as I nodded at them, then Bobby handed a book to Sam, "Here. Take this. You might need it."

"Thanks." Sam said, taking the book in his hands.

"Thank... For everything. It was nice meeting you too (Y/N)." Dean said looking at me and Bobby, I gave him a smile and nod. 'This feels so weird... Dean talking to me n' all, even if wasn't that much.' I thought.

"Be careful, all right? Just go find him." Bobby said to them with a sincere expression, "And when you do, you bring him around, would you? I won't even try to shoot him this time." I smiled a little. Funny.

Sam and Dean walked to door and opened as Dean took a quick glance me and gave me a quick smile before he closed the door. Bobby and I stared at the door for a moment before preparing ourselves for the medics to arrive.

The paramedics came, I let them in and Bobby made up a lie, don't know what it was but they seemed to believed pretty well. They took her body away, I closed the door and sighed. That was rough, but tonight will be rougher with the Winchesters tonight.

Bobby went to the kitchen to drink as I went to my room and took out my modern phone. I remembered one time it had told me about things like this, that certain events can't be avoided, but some can because of my very presence itself. And my heightened sense of smell doesn't make it any better, having to smell each monster's certain stentch. It really sucks.

Stupid phone, stupid storyline, why did I have to be here. Just to change a ending because a certain entity didn't like it? My life couldn't get any worse. I miss being at home, on my comfy bed. I miss my friends. I miss my family. A lot.

Tear came running down my eyes as I wipped them away quickly. I didn't want Bobby to see me like this. Or that would've been the last day I would be here. I went back down to the fireplace room to pick up the mess that was made earlier. Putting books in their place and cleaning what was on the floor.

"You don't have to do all that (Y/N)." Bobby said, I shook my head.

"No. It's no problem, besides I love cleaning! One of my hobbies remember?" I said to him with a smile, he.. sorta smiled back. He patted me on the back, I looked at him with an expression I couldn't explain.

"You're a good kid (Y/N)." He said.

Deep down, it touched my heart. Bobby was somehow comforted me a lot more than I did myself. Maybe its because of the fatherly vibes he gave out and the soft, comforting smell of whiskey and wood that makes me feel like this. He really is the dad that stepped up.

I made dinner with Bobby and ate. I talked about one of my other interest which is sketching, he seemed really interested and wanted to see my work. But I was too embarassed to show him and told him another time. He then asked me if I actually have raced before, because of my car and remembering Dean's question. I said a couple of times but I sort of lost that interest long ago, because I was busy with the Marines. He nodded.

Then we said our goodnights and headed to our rooms. I sat on my bed and realized that the Winchesters must've been in the crash by now. I ran my hand through my hair, I'm probably gonna get a couple of hours of sleep before Bobby wakes me up with the news.