Dean X Reader.

Chapter 43

1 YEAR LATER...

I was working in the bar  getting things set up I bought new whiskey to put on the shelves and some more beer. I cleaned the bar top and the tables. I put the chairs back on the floor and turned on the lights on and went and sat behind the bar. I was looking at the computer that was hooked up to the speakers. I put on Highway to Hell by AC/DC. I was someone standing outside the window. I got up and reached for my gun that was in tucked into my waist band of my shorts. I unlocked the door and stepped out. 

"Hello?" 

I looked at the window where I saw someone. I turned around and went back in turned off the computer and walked out and locked to doors. I walked the only way they could go. Right. I walked that way. I thought I saw Dean's truck but kept walking. The person I saw. Was as tall as Sam. I ran knowing I would find them if I just walked. I looked down an alley way. I saw a nice Camaro. I ran down the way. I looked in but there was no one in the car. I opened the trunk. 

"Damn it." I kicked the tire. I saw a door that opened to an old house. I pulled out my gun and walked in. 

"Hello? You can't hide forever. I'm skilled at this." I honestly didn't know if it was just a guy pulling tricks or if Sam was really back. So I took the risk and just asked.

 "Sam? Sammy?" I walked into a room and wasn't paying addition and I walked right into a board. 

"Son of a bitch." I busted my head. I turned around and I was right.

 "Sam?" I lowered my gun and put it back into my waist band. 

"How are you back. You went into the cage with Lucifer." I didn't know how to act.

 "I don't know. I was in the pit and then i was back." I looked at him. 

"How long Sam?" He looked down.

 "A year." I looked away. 

"A year! Dean, Jess, and I have lived without his brother, husband, and brother in-law for a year." I pushed him away. I didn't care that I had blood running down my face. I walked out and back to the bar. Jess had opened it up. We had about 15 people. I walked behind the bar and grabbed a rag. Dean was sitting at the bar.

 "(y/n) what happened to you." I sighed. 

"Not in the mood. Jessica take over tonight and don't let anyone else in. I'm going home. Dean you can go track down you friend. Which I'm very pissed. Good Night." 

I smiled and walked out. I got into the Impala and drove home. I went in and went up stairs. I took a shower and cleaned my forehead where I busted it open. Luckily it didn't need stitches. I got dressed for bed and went down stairs and made tea. I walked to the closet in the hallway and grabbed my box. I went back to the living room and looked at my journals. There was something wrong with Sam. I sensed it. He wouldn't have stayed away for a year. I was looking in all my books. I fell asleep on the couch.