You always knew that you could do things by yourself like hunting and killing demons, but your oldest brothers Sam and Dean always warn you that it's not as easy as it seems. You understood that, but you wished that you could be by yourself on a hunt or accomplishing something on your own. Wished that Sam and Dean trusted you to do so.
It was a quiet afternoon at the bunker and you were in your room putting on some clothes. You slipped on some jeans, then put on a black tee shirt and one of Sams flannels that you stole out of his room. You slid on your combat boots, grabbing your hair and wrapped it in a messy bun then headed out while sliding your phone in your back pocket.
"Hey." Your tired voice echoed through the bunker and you sat yourself down next to Dean who was reading the local paper.
"Finally." Deans voice shot at you and you were too tired to even react to it. Sam looks up from his laptop and spots you wearing his flannel.
"Hey Y/N. That's my flannel." Sam wines to you while narrowing his eyes across the table. You looked down at it and put your index finger and thumb together to pinch it.
"Mine all have blood on them." You say. You plopped yourself down next to Dean.
"Then wash it!" Sam scoffs.
"Sorry bro. Not enough time in the day." You stood up from your chair and headed over to the counter to pour yourself some coffee to stay somewhat awake while trying to figure out this case.
Dean and Sam were still a little upset with you when you went to go on a hunt by yourself last night, because you lied about it and did it. You did admit it was your fault because you didn't tell anyone and you could tell by their attitude and the looks they give you while you were walking back to your seat that they were still a little bitter about the situation.
"What?" You glanced over at them, even though you knew damn well why they were giving you the resting bitch face towards you.
"You know what." Sam spats.
"I do, and I don't care." You hawked while grabbing your black coffee cup and pouring it slowly and having your blue color eyes glare at Sam. He wasn't paying attention while you were, just staring his eyes down at the laptop.
"You could've gotten killed." Dean explains while slamming the book down. You rolled your eyes at both of them.
"You guys are too over protective." You scoff. You head back over next to Dean and set yourself and the coffee down.
"You know this, Y/N. We do things together, not independently." Sam reminds you, looking up for a second and heads back down to the laptop.
"I know, I know. It's just-"
"Glad we are on the same page then." Dean interrupted you. Dean stares you down and you felt a little intimidated by it, but you stood your ground and finished your sentence from before.
"It's just I felt like I was doing something useful." You spoke.
"By getting yourself killed is not useful." Sam says.
You give the 'I know' look to them while you take a sip of your hot coffee.
"Just don't go to this without us." Dean demands you.
"Yeah, yeah." You say annoyed.
You three stayed at the bunker trying to figure out this case you had caught in Wisconsin. You were going on the road tomorrow morning because you talked to the police captain to help him out with the case. Every Thursday, a person would die suddenly and you three knew it was something paranormal.
