Supernatural One-Shots

TFW - Bobby's Girl

Words: 1472                                                       

Warnings: Vulgar Language                                                                                           

Relationship: Bobby's Daughter

Notes: A second part will be added to this, the second part branching out about Y/n and Gabriel.

The year had gone by so fast, it just seemed like it was yesterday when you packed up and went out on the road for a getaway trip. You needed to feel peace, that peace being on your own hunting evil sons of bitches. 

Your promise to return home was coming up, so you knew it was time to head home. Why not even surprise your old man, coming home a few weeks earlier than the both of you had agreed on. You must admit, it had been hard being away from Bobby, but you had made friends after you left home.

The whole ordeal with you leaving was to learn, and that you did. Angels, God, Lucifer, all things that are real. How do you know this? Gabriel told you. You had met the Archangel while hunting a pissed off spirit, or what you thought it to be. It was when you got there you started noticing things were odd, how people were claiming to see aliens and a man had gotten eaten by an alligator in the sewer.

You knew this all was absurd, so you went to your research. What you were dealing with was a God, the God of Mischief. The God went by many names, such as Loki, but it seemed that the writer of the passage favored a name, Trickster. So you studied the God, seeing how he was only to be killed by a wooden stake, how original.

You went out to kill him, finding him working as a janitor at the local university, where all of the killings were taking place to begin with. After chasing him around for a solid hour, you were finally able to strike him, but the stake did nothing. He only laughed, pulling the wood from his chest and tossing it across the room.

It was then he started explaining everything to you, making a big joke out of everything really. Of how he was an Archangel. It was like it all was so hilarious to him, but he found you interesting. So after making small talk, he told you that he would keep in touch with you, which he had.

Gabriel would tag along on hunts, almost always on the ones where you were a tad worried about. He was there for you, a friend or cuddle buddy when you needed one. He made you smile and laugh on days you started to miss your father, for that, you were grateful. As time went on though, he started showing up less and less. And eventually, he stopped seeing you all together.

You missed Gabe dearly, but there was no use in looking for him. If he didn't want to be found, that is how it would be. So as he stopped showing, you starting missing Bobby and yearned to be home. You were homesick now. Thinking about your father and the old decaying house that you grew up in just made you want to get home sooner.

You suddenly started packing up all our your shit in the old motel room you had rented out as home base. Once everything was thrown in your beaten up duffle bag, you made your way to your cherry red 1968 Shelby Mustang. You smirked as you started the engine, letting it purr softly as you pulled the muscle car into drive. You pushed the gas, the engine letting out a loud roar in response. Once out on the highway, you hauled ass on the gas, wanting to get home in half of the time it would normally take to get home. 

The drive home was boring being by yourself, the only thing you had to keep you company was the music that played softly on the radio. So seeing the gravel road that leads to home was a big relief, letting you know you wouldn't be trapped in your Baby for much longer. You loved her, but god, being in her for eight hours alone wasn't fun. 

When you pulled into your dad's driveway, you were surprised to see a vehicle next to his old truck, in your parking place might you add. You parked, trying to be as quiet as possible as you did so, a little pissed that your place had been stolen. You let out a whistle at the sight of the beauty though as you walked past it.

 A 1967 Chevy Impala, a gorgeous muscle car for sure. You were dumbfounded by the car that stood in your parking spot, wondering how your dad got a hold of the gem. You shook it off, heading up to the back door, knowing you'd have to ask Bobby about it later. Well, more in the lines of if you could give it a spin around Sioux Falls.

You jiggle the old handle, smiling as it opened without a problem, no key needed. Another thing you'd have to speak about with your old man, the damned security of this place was terrible.  

You grinned as you turned the corner into the hall that lead to the library and kitchen. It was then you heard the unrecognizable voices from the kitchen, but you were unable to tell what they were saying.

You lifted your gun from your back pocket, taking out your silver knife as well, not knowing what you were about to face. You pressed your back to the wall, looking over your should into the large kitchen to see two males. You chocked back tears as you began to worry about your dad, praying that the males hadn't done anything to you. You slowly crept into the kitchen, grabbing the shorter male, pressing your knife to his neck and aiming your gun at the taller male. 

"Who in the hell are you two." You barked, tears now welling up in your eyes. 

You held your ground though, pushing your emotions into the back of your head. When you didn't a reply from either of the two males, you dug your blade into the neck of the male you held hostage. You frowned as you heard him hiss out in pain, but you continued until the taller one broke. 

"We are here staying as guests." The tall male started, creeping closer to you. 

"Back the hell off, or you'll both get it. I have no reason to believe you nor whoever this guy is to you. But I swear if anything happened to my da-" You were jerked away from the short male, thrown against the cabinets. 

You groaned out in pain, seeing a male wearing a trenchcoat. "Castiel, it's great to see you in person. I've heard a lot about you, I'm guessing these boys must be the Winchesters then." You chuckled, touching the back of your head with a grunt. 

You brought your hand back from your head, seeing blood. You leaned back, now feeling cold metal pressed against your forehead. 

"Now you tell me sweetheart, who in the hell are you?" Sam hissed, the three males now getting closer to you. Your vision grew blurry as you put on the best smirk you could. 

"Kill me, I fucking dare you." You hissed but knew you made a mistake when the male pulled the trigger. Pain exploded in your thigh, making you let out a cry. "Go to hell!" You spat. 

"Already been there, but you're about to join the club in going there if you don't answer our fucking question sweetheart," Dean stated, making you let out a soft laugh. Sam let out a growl, shooting your other thigh. 

 "What in the hell is going on in here you idjits, what did I say about shooting the damn house," Bobby shouted out, making the guys part like the red sea. 

"Dad?" You called out, your voice softly fading out. "Suprise, I'm home early."

 "Y/n. Y/nn, what are you doing home so soon." Bobby whimpered softly, leaning down to you, that's when he saw all of the blood coming from your legs. 

"I missed home, I missed you." You stated, her voice now weak. 

Bobby grazed your legs with his hand making you seeth out in pain, closing your eyes as you held back your sobs. "It hurts Dad, everything hurts." You cried out, trying to hold yourself together. You felt yourself slipping, a tired feeling coming over your body. 

It was then you passed out, your body giving into the immense amount of pain you had. 

Castiel paced back in forth across the room as Bobby held your limp body, trying to remember where he had heard Y/n from. 

"Gabriel." He whispered out, looking over his shoulder at the Archangel's love.