𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥: 𝐀 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭

Summary: Y/N's having a hard time adjusting to life as a solo hunter, so she decided to reconnect with her longtime best friend Sam.

(Dean is 24 years old while Sam and Y/N are 20 years old)

Author's Note: After that depressing ass chapter, I decided to post this gem I've had tucked away in my WIPs for the longest while lol. I started this draft MONTHS ago but I was having a hard time with the dialogue. Hope you guys like it!

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Third Person POV

San Francisco, California

•September 2003

It was her first week on her own, away from those toxic to her surroundings (aka, F/N and John) It's safe to say that it was freeing being on her own, that doesn't mean that Y/N didn't crave the possibility of getting out of the life.

But somehow, she couldn't shake it. Hunting was all she knew, she never knew what it was like to have a normal life. Never getting a taste of that apple pie, white picket fence.

She laid still on her back in her bed at her safehouse, her burning eyes stared up at the Stone Cold Steve Austin poster she had plastered on her ceiling from since she was merely a teen.

She was sure her father wouldn't be in California since Dean rang her up and told her they were in Tennessee. F/N called up every favor, every source he had to find his daughter. But she wasn't letting up, she stayed under the radar and away from familiar hunters at risk of the word getting back to her father on her whereabouts.

Since she was in California, her mind strayed on Sammy. Wondering what he'd been up to, he'd told her that he lived in an apartment off-campus from Stanford in Palo Alto, which was barely a half hour drive from her safehouse. She hesitated to call him, to tell him about the fact that she finally left home.

She was sure he'd be proud, her heart swelling at the thought of seeing her best friend again after two stinking years. Just as the thought crossed her mind, she heard her phone buzz on the nightstand.

Flipping over onto her side, Y/N leaned over and grabbed her phone. The contact name flashing her with Sam's number that was under 'Dipshit' on the little rectangle box at the top of the phone.

Her fingers wrapped around the device as flipped it open to read the text. 'Hey'

'what?' She responded.

'Your dad just called me hungover and panicking, did you really leave home?' His text read.

Y/N let out a huff at the text. Of course F/N called Sammy, of course. It was predictable, he knew Sam was one of the only people who could talk her into going back home but also knew that Sam wasn't the most reliable source. Only one can hope.

She typed up a response and hit send. 'yup'

Her phone buzzed again, 'I'm proud of you <3' Sam's text read.

Her heart swelled at Sam's response, a warm smile spread across her face and she shook her head in amusement. She quickly typed out a quick response back to him. 'thanks....miss you, dipshit'

Her eyes went back to the ceiling, staring at Stone Cold Steve Austin's face. Suddenly, the sound of her phone buzzing again snapped her back to reality.

She flipped her phone open again to see another text from Sam read, 'Miss you too, crackhead. Where are you staying, though?'

'I'm up in the San Francisco safehouse, Dean told me that he and dad are in Tennessee so I'll stay here for a few days and head back on the road...was thinking to pay you a visit but I didn't want to intrude on you and Jess;)' She responded, hitting send.