As you were walking towards the motel, had catching a case where people in their rooms die suddenly with no medical history. As you figured there was a demon in the motel, you were up on the second floor while your brothers Sam and Dean were on the first, scoping out the place. All of a sudden, you see a figure pass your way, not really paying attention to it, just thinking it was a guest to the motel.
You continued your way, looking around the floor, searching for things or clues. You then hear a loud bang.
"What the hell?" You whispered to yourself. You turned slowly towards the bang. Your brothers told you that if you see anything strange to call them up to your floor, but you didn't listen. You thought you could do it yourself, so you put it to the test.
You grabbed the blade from your pocket and slowly heard a door close from behind you, the opposite way you were going. You then turned towards it, having nothing around the sound or door. You silently walked to it, having the blade in hand.
"Hello?" Your dumb self say, wondering if anyone will answer. As you thought, no one did.
As you approached the door, you suddenly had your shaky hand on the cold, metal knob. You finally had the courage to open it. As the door creeped opened, you have a figure use it's power to shove you against the door. Not having you fall from it, you were stuck there on the wall. You close your eyes in pain, but opened them, revealing nothing. Then you saw the demon with it's black eyes stare into your soul.
"Always love some fresh meat." He snickers to you. You clenched your teeth, having the demon only come closer to you. You moved your neck away from him, having the only thing you could move while you were stuck.
You then witness that Sam had stabbed him in the back, having the electric fill your eyes. The force that was taking over was gone, having you fall to the floor. Sam then takes your waist and helps you up.
"Thanks." You simply say.
"What happened?" Sam asked.
"Oh, nothing. I just got caught off guard." You answered, dusting yourself off. You then grab your blade from the floor that got knocked away.
"Don't lie to us. What really happened?" Dean shot to you. You glared at him with your eyes narrowed.
"What do you mean? I just told you." You answered back. A scoff escaped your lips.
"Y/N."
"I just heard a noise and went to go see what it was." You finally admit.
"Y/N, what did we tell-" You cut Dean off, knowing what he was about to say.
"Come on, I'm fine." You roll your eyes, turning your back away from Dean.
"Uh, you could've gotten-" You interrupted Dean again.
"Killed! I know." You yell.
You turn back, revealing Sam and Deans resting bitch face. You shot them one right back.
"Don't give us that look."Dean threatened.
"We have better things to do than worry about this, guys." Sam tried to lower the heated conversation, but Sam knew when you and Dean fight, it won't go away until a week or so.
"Sams right, Dean." You then pick up your backpack from the floor and give them the signal to head out.
"Why can't you just listen to your brothers for once." Dean wined, walking towards you. You then all of a sudden see and feel that Dean bumped into you. You decided to ignore it.
"Come on, Y/N. Oh wait, or don't. I don't know, you never listen." Dean sarcastically shot.
"Shut up, Dean." You angrily grunt.
"Guys, stop!" You hear an echo of Sams distressed voice come down the halls, having you and Dean just look at each other in hatred.
"Yeah Dean, stop." You then opened the emergency door and headed down the stairs.
God, you hated when Dean and Sam think that you're useless, that you can't do your own thing and get out of it. Most of the times you do, but there are times where you don't and Sam and Dean get all upset about it.
While you three headed back to the impala, it was your turn to sit shotgun, but you gave it up because you were so upset with Dean. You headed in the back seat and crossed your arms and rested your head back.
