Supernatural One Shots {requests open}

Lost and found (Dad!bobby x Reader)

You're home alone when you hear it, even at 4 years old you know what to do when this happens. You scramble, grabbing your blanket and running to the closet. You sit there for what seems like forever when at the same time you hear a familiar car in the driveway and feel someone ripping you from your place in the closet. You scream, as the person picks you up and jumps put the window. You hear your dad calling your name as you get further away.

You feel the familiar sharp pain in your neck of old wounds being opened, you scream as you begin to feel dizzy, trying to kick the monster that has a hold of you.

You gasp awake in a cold sweat, the images of your past flashing through your mind. You sit up, running your hands through your hair before placing them over your eyes trying to shake the memories away.

You escaped when you were 9 and had been on your own since then. You couldn't remember much of before you were taken, just that your dad was a hunter. You were now 24, and a hunter mostly sticking to shifter and rugaru cases. You ran into a few hunters who took you under their wing recently during a rough demon case. The Winchesters, the duo whose stories echoed through the hunter world.

"Hey, you okay?" You hear a tired voice calls from across the room. You look up through your watery eyes to see the younger Winchester, Sam leaning up on one arm looking to you.

"Y-Yeah, I'm good.." you mumble, your voice coming out weaker than you expected.

"Another nightmare?" He asks, sitting up and tossing his legs over the side of his motel bed.

You just nod, "..the same one."

Sam gets up, grabbing a couple of cups and pouring the two of you coffee.

"you don't have to stay up with me, I'm fine." You mumble as he hands you the warm paper cup.

"I know, I couldn't sleep though" he smiles concernedly at you.

The two of you spend the rest of the early morning researching a case he'd found. Around 8am you slid your laptop back slightly and sighed. "Sam, I have absolutely no idea what this could be."

"Yeah, me neither honestly. We have a friend who might know though, we'll stop by on our way to Rochester." He shuts his laptop, grabbing a spare pillow and hurling it at his sleeping brother.

You stifle a laugh as he jumps awake, immediately pulling the gun from under his pillow. "Who- What- huh" he mumbles quickly.

He realizes what happened and sets his gun on the table "I hate you," he mumbles, sitting up.

The three of you grabbed some food before heading out. You find yourself tuning out everything as you watch the fields outside the window.

A few hours later Dean turns down his Kansas cassette tape, answering his phone. You decide to listen in on the conversation.

"Hey Bobby- you got any clue what that could be?-yeah same here.- alright- heads up, we're bringing someone along with.- no, no. A hunter- I'll let Cas know." Dean ends the call setting his phone back down.

"Everything okay?" You ask leaning forward, slightly intrigued.

" yeah, we're almost there by the way." He says simply, turning his music back up.

You nod along to the beat, 20 minutes later pulling into the driveway of a scrap yard with an old beat up house in front. You got out of the car after the brothers, looking up at the faded sign that read "Singer's Auto Salvage"

You stand beside the car, staring at the sign.

Singer, sounds familiar...? I think..

"You coming?" Dean calls looking back at you.
You gave a silent "hmm" and followed the two up to the door.

After a short knock the door opened a crack before shutting, unlatching then opening completely. An older guy in an old t-shirt and a grease stained hat appears in the doorway.

"Well don't just stand there," he says motioning the three of you inside.

You follow them inside, through the kitchen into what used to be a living room. Bobby makes his way behind the large desk, pouring a glasses of whiskey.

He hands one to Sam and Dean before handing one to you, "I'm (Y/N) by the way." You smile taking the glass of alcohol.

He looks at you for a second, a mixture of pain and sadness flashing across his face before quickly clearing his throat, "(Y/N), nice to meetcha. Bobby Singer."

The boys take a seat around the room, you sit on the old couch behind you. Glancing at the blanket that lay across the back of the couch. You reach back, touching it as if it will break.
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Panic rises in you as you scramble to your closet, holding your blanket tightly to your chest. You bury your face in your blanket crying silently hearing stomping on the floor under you.
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An unfamiliar voice snaps you back to reality.

"- (Y/N)? Hey, you alright there?" Bobby says, looking at you concerned.

You glance at the Winchesters, who also look concerned, then back to Bobby "ye-yeah. I'm good." You rub the tears from your eyes and nod noticing you're shaking.

"You look like you saw a ghost." Bobby says, smiling at you

You chuckle silently, "just, uh lost in thought" you lie.

He nods, taking a swig of his drink before opening an old lore book and explaining what he's found.

You find yourself spacing out, flashbacks coming and going. Before you realize it you're curled up on the floor, crying and repeating the words "no please, no,"

You feel hands on your shoulders vaguely, but your mind is still stuck in the flashback. You hear the voice calling your name, in the distance as you're taken away from your childhood home.

All of a sudden you're pulled out of it by Bobby's voice. "(Y/N)! It's okay, you're safe."

You feel the warmth of someone hugging you tightly, you open your eyes and look up to see Bobby's the one holding you close.

" I-I'm sorry," you mumble wiping the tears from your cheeks.

"You're alright, we've all been through it." He nods, letting you go gently.

"I-uh, this is a weird question, but where'd you get that blanket?" You mumble.

He looks a little surprised, looking to the blanket on the couch. He clears his throat before speaking "it was my kid's, been missing for-" he stops abruptly looking at you.

You see something click in his mind and he begins to tear up. Dean and Sam look at each other then back at Bobby.

"Wait, Bobby is (he/she/they)..." Sam asks quietly

He nods "welcome home (Y/N).."

At the same time you realize who he was, "Holy shit, Dad.." you whisper, hugging him tightly. Tears roll down his cheeks quickly as he hugs you back, a hand resting on the back of your head.

"I thought I lost you.." he whispers, kissing the top of your head.

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I thought the Idea was cute, whaddya think?

-A

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