For you (Spn x Male!Reader) [It's Bad, It's Cringy.]

Chapter 10: Farewell to you, my dear family

I had a good time. The way back to the bunker was like the old time. Dean and me singing loudly to whatever soung he has put, Castiel asking questions about the lyrics, me telling him to ask Sam, Sam protesting.

We spent the rest of the day, talking about diverse things, avoiding carefully the subjects that we hated all, forgetting sad memories and living through the day like nothing had happened. We stayed up late, watching movies, laughing. I felt alive.

I woke up the next morning on the couch beside Dean, still asleep. Sam was also sleeping, his computer on his lap, sitting on an armchair. Castiel was nowhere to be seen, maybe back in Heaven. Bobby was awake, zapping through channels.

"Hello uncle Bobby !"

"Hello idjit"

"Watcha doing ?"

"Ask Sam" I snorted. Inside jokes are always awesome.

"Did you sleep well ?"

"Yes, except for the fact you all idjits were snoring loudly." I gasped

"You're the loudest Bobby !" we chuckled

"How much time ?"

"How much time what ?"

"How much time you're going to stay with us ?"

"What make you think I'm going to go ?"

"The brief look of sorrow on your face when you stop laughing with everyone."

"Bobby I-"

"I took care of you as if you were my own son, I took care of all of you as if you were my sons, I know how you work."

"Thank you for taking care of us Bobby, I'm going to make breakfast !" I said with a fake smile.

I got up and quickly leaved the room, escaping the conversation. But I surely didn't miss the sigh from Bobby.

I was now alone in the kitchen, a hand on my mouth, the clock ticking painfully reminding me that my time on earth was going to end one day or another, one way or another. It depended if Crowley came back, and if he did, if he would accept my plan. I was afraid. Afraid of making the wrong choice. It wouldn't be the first time right ? I may be too impulsive...

As I took a frying pan out of a cup board, there was noise behind me. With the object, I now considered as a weapon, in my hand I turned around. But I soon dropped it, it made a loud clinking, mirroring the explosion of feelings inside me.

At this exact moment, I don't know if destiny was on my side or against me.

At my feet was an unconscious Lucifer, badly injured. There was a pair of shoes I knew how to well beside his body, I was afraid of looking up.