《The Unnatural》Reader x Supernatural

Proof

"And what is the problem?" Hands on your hips displaying the impatience that he pulled from you.

"You." The corners of his eyes crinkled as his gaze met yours.

You nodded your head as your teeth attacked the inside of your cheek. "How am I a problem?"

"I don't know." He stumbled; unprepared to answer.

"Do I bug you? Are you afraid of what secrets I know? Do you not understand why I am here? What?!" You began to raise your voice.

"How about all of the above!" He yelled stepping forward. "Sam says to just give you a chance, but I don't think I can. Here you are, a random chick that was hiding out in a secret camper and are supposedly one of the only friends Frank had. That and the fact that you are willing to jump onto the hunting bandwagon just like that; no experience, no nothing. It doesn't make sense." He inched closer.

"Do I owe you an explanation, Dean?" You spat. "Do I need to prove myself? Would you like to see some kind of evidence?"

"Yes I would!" He agreed forcefully.

You pushed passed him and began rummaging through one of the drawers; looking to find something, anything that would make him understand. Just as it seemed you would turn up empty, the corner of a photo peeked out from within a notebook. Pulling the small bound pages into your hand made you realize this was Frank's journal. Your fingers slowly traced along the worn pages of the pad and gently gripped the photo; you knew exactly which one it was. With a silent breath, you tried to push back the emotions that had begun running to your eyes.

Printed on the face of a small Polaroid you sat beside Frank at a crappy diner, he had the rarest of smiles on his face. It was taken on a cold night after a long day of surveillance; you forced the old coot to leave his house for once, you promised you would protect him. After a plate full of the greasiest food money can buy, Frank began to loosen up and show a side to him that so few were able to see. The photographer had caught him in a mid-chuckle before asking ten dollars for the photo. It was one of his only genuine smiles caught on film. That was a good night.

You turned to hand the picture to Dean only to find him less than a foot from you. His expression was still cold as January in Canada, but his eyes had softened; if even the smallest bit. You hesitantly handed him the photo and tried to avoid the thought that you would never see Frank again. Dean held the picture between his thumb and forefinger, carefully examining the image. A singular huff fell from his chest as he placed it in your hands once again.

"I guess you really did know Frank." He admitted stepping back. "How did you get him to smile like that?"

"Frank was like a second father to me. He took me in when I had nowhere else to go and taught me how to stay safe." You pause, biting your tongue as you fought back the tears. "We were family. No one knows how to make you smile like family."

"Your holding up pretty well for loosing someone so close to you." Dean commented as his lips pressed together firmly.

"Smile and bare it. Decide to be fine until the end of the week and start all over again." You relayed Franks constant teaching to you and anyone who he felt he could trust.

"Make yourself smile because you're alive and that's your job." Dean added as your head jerked towards him; he had just finished Frank's constant mantra. "I guess you check out, kid."

"Are you sure you don't need any more proof?" You wrapped your arms around yourself. "You don't need to probe me or anything?"

Dean looked to the ground, in sequence licked and bit his lower lip. You knew that he would feel better if you went through the monster tests you had read about; holy water, silver, and (now with the addition of Leviathan) Borax.