The Other Hunter. (Dean Winchester X Reader)

Idjits

You had just turned into Bobby's road and could see the auto salvage sign when you started to think maybe seeing Bobby wasn't such a good idea. Yes, you loved him he was basically your father but you two had a falling out a few years ago and you didn't know if he was still mad. 'What am I kidding he probably put up my face on a dart board and yells "balls" every time he misses." You started laughing at the image of Bobby playing darts and missing, deciding that you should try to make amends with the man.
Pulling into the drive way and getting out what you feared from the moment you decided to swing by came to life, he was still pissed, I guess you'd be to if your kid did that.

Robert Singer, the man who practically raised you, was pointing a gun at you, his eyes were unreadable you could only tell he was mad nothing more, nothing less and it broke your heart. But it was your fault, you should've listened to him.
"Hi Bobby, ho–"
"Get off my damn property y/n"
"Bobby just liste-"
"If you would've 'just listened' this wouldn't be happening now would it?"
You had looked up to this man for as long as you could remember, he was what you wanted to be like when you got older, he was an honorable man, but right now he was pissing you off.
He had no right to get mad at something that wasn't his decision in the first place, it was understandable but he shouldn't be this pissed.
"You can't get mad at me for doing the something you do yourself!" You yelled at him.
"Yes I can, you knew exactly how I felt about this, I told you I wasn't going to help you kill yourself y/n!"
"Bobby I'm still alive, they were hunters too, just because they died doesn't mean I would and I'm sorry that you can't get it through your head!"
"You could've had a life, no hunting, a life and you chose this, maybe if you stopped being a damn idjit you'd realize that's why I-"
"So what now helping others is such a bad thing? If you cared so much you wouldn't be pushing me away, you'd be helping me kill the sons of bitches"
He didn reply, he just looked at you as if he had just woken up from some sort of coma, that realization had just hit him, he put the gun down and looked at you. And said "sorry"

After a few minutes of silence you ask
"so can I come in?" still weary of what he might do.
"Yeah, after I make sure you ain't a demon or shifter."
"Okay."
Bobby splashed you with holy water and cut your hand with a silver blade
You walked over and sat on the couch while he was in the kitchen grabbing two beers.
He handed you one and then walked over and sat in his desk chair.
"Hey Bobby?"
"Hmm"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"You just did."
"Why'd you get so mad."
He put down the lore book he was reading and looked you in the eyes and said.
" I didn't need you out there getting yourself killed, you were, are, a hot headed person who doesn't like to be told no, I practically raised you and you did the worst thing you could, i was pissed, now we're done with this topic."
Looking at him with understanding you nodded your head and then asked
"So there's this case in Atlanta and I was wondering if you wanted to help me out?"
He looked back up at you with a face that said 'you damn idjit'
"Sure, as long as you drive and I pick the music."
You laughed and said fine.
Bobby walked over to you and you stood up and you guys hugged, realizing how much you had actually missed him until that hug.
"I'm sorry for being a idjit Bobby"
"Me too y/n"
You two separated and then there was a knock at the door.
Bobby walked over to the door, grabbed his gun and turned the knob.