Memories of You

Chapter 8

In the time it took Dean and Bobby to get to the Roadhouse, Sam was able to sober up and get over his hangover. He knew if he was going to go see you, he needed to be a clear headed as possible. So, he made a personal vow to not drink until then. Which was probably a good idea considering the sole thought of drinking right now made him want to throw up again.

He was going through your journals and making an internal game plan on what he would do when he saw you again. He planned out exactly what he would say, what needed to be discussed, and then he would give you the opportunity to either let him back into your life or kick him back to the curb, and whatever you decided, he would be okay with. No animosity, no hard feelings, he would accept whatever decisions you made and wish you the best.

He just really hoped you didn't show him the door.

Being your boyfriend what was he had needed after Jessica's death and the subsequent thrust back into the family business, especially after they'd found John again. You'd kept his anger in check, made sure he didn't say or do anything irrational towards his dad that he would later regret. You'd helped him to understand why John did what he did for him and Dean, even if that wasn't your intention. Although when he really thought about it, he felt bad for being a dick towards his dad when you'd just burned yours.

Sitting around a large circular table was Dean, Sam, Bobby, Jo and Ellen, beers and what looked like a Thanksgiving feast surrounding them. It'd been a while since the Winchesters had had a decent filling meal and Ellen always said that a serious conversation was always better spoken with good food. Nobody disagreed with her.

"So, I guess everyone is caught up on what's happened?" Sam asked, pushing his empty plate away from him. He could eat everyone out of house and home but settled on just three helping of food this time. Which wasn't saying much as everyone else had just one or two.

"Yeah," Bobby gruffed, finishing off his beer. "Y/N's been living in Mystic, Connecticut since she left the life. She has a job running a bookstore and lives in the apartment above the shop. From what she told me, it's a quiet life."

"Nothing's ever quiet about hunting," Dean mused with a mouthful of food. He swallowed before continuing. "Eventually your past comes back to bite you in the ass."

"Maybe so," Ellen said, helping herself to more chicken and green beans. "But the old man that owns the joint seems to keep her protected from stuff like that."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, taking a sip of his beer.

"His name is Billy Campton, sixty-four, lives on the outskirts of Mystic with his wife Marylin. From what Y/N told me, she got comfortable enough around him to tell him a bit about her past, and he in turn told her about his own adventures in hunting."

"Wait, he's a hunter too?" Dean asked.

"Used to be," Bobby answered. "Somehow he's been able to keep his nose clean of hunting for the last 20 years. His wife doesn't even know about it."

"Huh," Jo said. "And we know all this because Y/N told you?" Her question was directed towards Bobby.

"I practically raised the girl myself when Paul was away on hunts, which was often, so if she was gonna tell anyone I imagine it'd be me."

"Fair enough," Sam mused. "Do we have a way to contact this Billy Campton by chance?"

"Doubt it," Bobby sighed. "Guy can barely work a cell phone, so I doubt he has one. He lets Y/N manage all of the technical gizmos around the shop."

"I can believe that," Dean said amused. "Did we ever tell y'all about the time she reconfigured Sam's laptop after a fight? We came back from a hunt and his entire home screen had every Hello Kitty icon you could imagine."