Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

I had to. (Part 3)

"(Y/N)?" 
Dean asked into the phone.
Sam jumped at the use of your name.
"My (Y/N)? Is that my daughter?"
Sam asks, anxious to take the phone.
"Bobby's sick. I don't care where you asshats have been, or what you've been doing. Bobby needs you. I need you."
You said trying not to spring a leak.
"(Y/N), I can explain everything jus-"
You rolled your eyes.
"Stop. Just stop. I don't know what I did to deserve this, and frankly I don't give a shit. Just get your sorry asses over here before Bobby losses his pulse."
You clicked off the phone.
Dean kept his eyes on the road.
"God what did we do?"
Sam said trying not to cry.
He didn't realize how long he had been gone from your life.
Not a phone call. Or a text.
Sioux Falls is next in the list of places to be for a long time.
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You walked to the living room to grab a book to read.
But you stopped in front of a mirror.
Taking a hard look at yourself.
You were unrecognizable.
You had you hair in a very messy ponytail.
Pajamas from two days ago on.
You eyes had sunken from lack of sleep.
"God I look horrible."
You shrugged and grabbed a book anyway, deciding that you couldn't leave Bobby's area for a second.
At last came a knock.
You walked up to the door stared at it.
Another knock.
You finally mustered  up the courage to crack open the door.
"Hi Sam. Dean." You said in a rude tone, you didn't mean to be a dick.
It just flew out.
"Hi baby girl. I missed you."
Sam said looking deep into your eyes.
You stayed emotionless.
"Bobby is upstairs in his room, I'll be up in a second."
You said walking away from them and into the kitchen to grab a breath before you had a panic attack.
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Completely ignoring the huge men in the room.
You sat in the chair next to him and grabbed his hand.
"How ya doin old man?"
You said looking at his pale features.
"For the last time honey I'm fine. It's just a fluke. It's gonna pass."
You rolled your eyes.
"Flukes last a day. Not a whole month, bubs."
Sam was taking punches, hearing you talk to Bobby like he was your dad.
"(Y/N), we really need to talk."
Sam said urgently.
"No." you said looking at Sam with a completely blank stare.
"What?"
"I said no. I'm way to tired to deal with...this...I haven't slept in forever."
This time Sam got angry.
"No, (Y/N), we need to discuss this now."
You rolled your eyes and rubbed them afterwards.
"Ok...ok..fine."
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The three of you stood in the hall awkwardly.
"If you're not gonna talk, than I will. You are one shameless ass son of a bitch. Both of you. Do you know how lost I was with out you guys?! How many times I just thought about giving up? I didn't, but now I hunt. Because without you two, there was no point not to. It kept me busy so I didn't kill myself. So go ahead and explain. It won't make a difference."
You said loud enough to make your point, but not let Bobby hear.
Sam's eyes began to tear up.
Dean stayed behind him looking at the floor.
Every time Sam tried to talk his eyes glossed more and more until they finally over flowed.
"I-I never w-wanted to hurt you...not ever. I left to make sure you stayed safe. I was blinded by how much I was scared of loosing you that I pushed myself away from you, but I had good intentions. Me and Dean both did. We love you."
He said trying to reason with you.
You kept your cool and responded quietly.
"Don't try to sucker me into forgiving you so damn easily. Two years, 5 months, and a day. That's how long you've been gone. I kept track, hoping, praying to a god that I don't even know exists, that you would at least fucking call. November 2nd, 2015. You sent me a letter with two sentences. Two fucking sentences! Don't try to play me with love. You don't even love me three sentences worth!"
Finally Dean had had enough.
"No! No, no, no! Don't you say that. Don't you dare say that. We left so that you could be ok. It wasn't at just your expense. We were miserable, Sam was miserable, because he had to leave. You are the only thing we love most in the world. So don't you say that."
He did it.
He broke you.
He broke the wall you worked so hard to build.
You cried. You cried so hard.
"Dammit!" You screamed punching the wall forcefully.
"Of all people, of course it's you, Dean. You are the only person that could ever break me. I hate you for it. That doesn't mean it changes how much I love you. From now on, once Bobby gets better. You stay with me, or i stay with you...okay?"
Dean and Sam looked at each other then back at you.
"Of course. I'll...We'll never do anything like this again."
You pondered on wether to believe them or not.
In the end...it didn't matter.
They were back.
That's all you had ever wanted since they left.
Why give up a good thing, right?
"Ok then. Dad, Bubs, let's go tend to our old man."
They nodded happily.
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937 words.