Heartbeat [spn]

Part 10

Sam and Dean had left you alone for a few hours before Sam came knocking on the door. He jiggled the handle, but you had locked it keeping him from entering. "Y/N." he spoke through the door, but you oignored him. "Come on, let me in." He cooed.

You rolled your eyes. It was sweet of him really. You could hear someone, you hoped it was him, jiggle the handle every so often, hoping that they could gain access to the room and talk to you. But you ignored them. Needing this time to be alone.

You had so much to think about, so much going on in your life right now, and yet nothing. You had nothing, but two killer brothers taking care of you. "Y/N, at least let me know you're alive in there. Make a noise or something." He said, and you knew you had to do so. He'd already tested his strength on a few doors, you didn't need him breaking this one.

You threw your shoe at the door, resulting in a loud bang that echoed through the room. "Okay. Well Dean left to go get food, he should be back in 15 minutes. I'll come back then."

And again everything went silent. You had tried to sleep, but every time you did you saw blood. Blood on Peter, Blood on your mom, Blood on your father, and now? Blood on Sam and Dean. Was this what your life was becoming? A blood fest?

You hugged a pillow to your chest and kept your eyes glued on the window. At this height jumping from it wouldn't do much but break a few bones, and the last thing you needed was to end up back in the hospital.

Time ticked on slowly, but you eventually heard Dean enter the other room, could hear the muffled conversation between the brothers, and the eventual jiggle of your door handle. No words were spoke this time, and you were thankful.

"Hey Y/N. Open up." Dean said this time, no knocking as a preamble. "I got food, and booze. Just let me drop it off and then I'll get out of there."

You grunted, slowly peeling yourself off the bed. You never lifted your feet, sliding them across the carpet. You unlocked the door, but didn't open it, making your way back to the bed. Dean opened the door and quickly shut it behind himself.

"You alright Y/N?" He asked, setting the bag of food down on the nightstand closest to you. You didn't answer, instead you turned your back to him. "Here, this'll help."

You felt the glass against your back, slowly turning back to him. He held a small tumbler between two fingers. You took it, propping yourself up till you were sitting with your back against the headboard. You downed it, shooting the hot liquid back quickly. You held out the glass, watching as Dean refilled it.

"Thought so. Mind if I join you." He set out another tumbler, filling it with just as much as he filled yours. He downed his own drink just as quickly as you had, and hissed as it shot down his throat.

You shot your drink back, "I'd prefer if you didn't." But you still held your glass for him to fill.

"Ah she does talk." Dean chuckled, sitting on the edge of your bed and filling both glasses up before handing you yours. "Good. I'm going to join you anyway."

You scoffed, "Of course you are. Whatever, just keep the drinks coming." This time it was Dean who scoffed, but you ignored it. "What's Sam doing?"

"He went for a run. Crazy kid." Dean shook his head. "Y/N are you going to be alright?"

"Eventually. Lets just say its been a terrible month." You pinched the bridge of your nose. "A long and terrible month."

Dean shrugged his shoulders, knowing the full weight of having a terrible month. "Thank god for whiskey." He said, raising his glass to clink with yours. He shook his head.