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Chapter 14: Insight

A/N: This chapter is dedicated . She decided to help me out and judge my story for me all voluntarily, which meant a lot. So, when she asked if I would add her into my story, I decided it might be kind of fun to do so. It'll make sense at the end of the chapter and chapters to come. Enjoy :)

The days drug on as you learned the hallways of the bunker. The boys were taking it slow, claiming that nothing was coming up. You were pretty certain that there could be a hunt somewhere if they really wanted there to be. The run in with the Starship had taken a toll on all of you for separate reasons.

Dean had been acting cold to you since you got back. It was starting to get under your skin. Who did he think he was to be able to act the way he was? After the night that he consoled you from your nightmare, you thought that maybe things would look up in your relationship. Maybe he would at least tolerate you.

You saved them both. That alone should have been grounds for some sort of civil attitude. But no, not with Dean Winchester. He was apparently too good to care about you or your feelings.

"Hey, I think I found some omens pointing to Abaddon," Sam called from the library.

You walked from the kitchen with your homemade chocolate milk in hand. Dean nearly walked straight into you as he was looking down at his phone.

"Woah," you yelled, stopping sharply on the balls of your feet.

"Sorry, Y/N. You gotta watch where I'm walking." He sent a wink and smile your way. You responded with the roll of your eyes. His moods were confusing.

"Whaddya got Sammy?" Dean asked.

Sam gave him the most perfect bitch face you had ever seen. He stated loud and clear his distaste for the name Sammy without speaking a word. You suppressed a chuckle.

"Massive thunder storms in Las Vegas."

Your eyes squinted in confusion. "What does the weather in Vegas have to do with a Knight of Hell?"

You took a sip of the chocolate milk, most of the chocolate syrup separating and settling on the bottom of your cup. Sam looked to you.

"Omens are things that give us clues to demons in the area. Storms are rare in Las Vegas. It could be our kind of thing."

"That-that doesn't seem like a lot to go off of for a seventeen hour drive."

"Glad to hear you think that, princess, because you're not going."

"You're kidding me?" you asked with irritation.

"C'mon, Dean." Sam sounded tired, as if he'd had this exact conversation with his brother near a million times.

The familiar feeling of betrayal soaked you and your blood boiled. You were a hunter. That was all you knew how to do. If Dean kept stripping that away from you, you were going to lose everything you knew you were.

"We don't know how she hunts and Abaddon is no walk in the park."

"You don't know..." You stopped, your mouth agape and head shaking in disbelief. "You don't know how I hunt? Wow. You're really a piece of work, Dean. If it weren't for me, you'd both likely be dead in that basement."

Dean threw his arms up in the air and walked away in anger.

"You know what, this isn't even worth it. I'm out of here," you said, slamming your chocolate milk down on the table.

You stormed off to the room that had become yours to gather your things. You heard Dean yelling something about him being glad to have you gone. Tears pricked the back of your eyes and your throat felt tight from trying to hold in your emotions. You weren't sure why Dean had the capability to eat away at your emotions, but he did. It irritated you that he had that ability.