Join the reader and the boys on a whirlwind of emotions and adventure. Something's happening with Dean, leaving Sam and the reader to figure things out. Not only with what is happening with Dean, but between them as well. Can you save Dean, before h...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The Bunker isn't the same without Y/N around. Dean and Sam can feel it. It's only been a day since she headed out and they both already want her back. It's quiet. The usual interaction between the brothers has come to a necessity.
Sam is mad at Dean. He knows it. He can tell in the way they interact. The clipped responses to any questions or suggestions Dean tries to offer him. The avoidance of eye contact. The tension that rises in Sam's shoulders as soon as he hears Dean coming into the same room. Sam knows it's childish, but she doesn't care. The way he sees it, is that it is Dean's fault that Y/N decided to take a case by herself. He still doesn't know what was said between them while he was off on his run, but he knows it hurt them both. He can still see her tear stained face and her broken heart on her shoulder. He can still hear the defeat in his brother's voice when he confronts him about it.
Dean's sitting in his entertainment room, when he hears Sam laugh through the wall. He mutes the television. He knows that Sam is on the phone with her. She hasn't called Dean. Not even a text to let him know that she made it. It's been a day and a half since they talked. Is he mad that Y/N can't even stand the idea to let him know that she's okay? A little. Is he upset that she has no problem calling his brother? Hell yeah. But there is nothing he can do about it. All he can do is wait, until she decides to come home and talk to him.
"So, everything's going okay? Did you find the grave?" He hears Sam ask her, followed by silence.
"Well have you found anything that the spirit could be attached to...A Map? Who attaches themselves to a map?" Sam laughs. "Well, I'm glad you were able to take care of it. I guess you didn't need me there after all." Dean grips the remote tighter, in his hand. "Are you still okay with me coming out there to meet up with you? Uh, yeah. Of course, I'll head out in the morning and should get to you in a few hours. Just text me the name of motel that you're staying at."
'He's going to see her? She can't even pick up the phone to call me, but she's letting him come out there?' Dean asks himself, growing angrier by the second.
"Alright. Well I'll call you when I leave. We can figure everything out when I get there." He hears Sam finishing up the conversation with Y/N and decides he's heard enough. He shuts the tv off and tosses the remote across the room. He stands up and heads to the War Room. Pacing between the tables before leaning against one. A few minutes later, he hears Sam shuffle into the room.
"Hey. So, uh, Y/N's got everything under control." Sam pauses when he sees the rigid stance he finds Dean in. "Everything okay?" He asks cautiously.
"Yeah everything is just peachy." Dean responds sarcastically. "Did you know that these walls are pretty thin? That anything above a whisper can be heard?" He stands up straight and squares his shoulders, jaw clenched.
"And? It's a pretty old building, Dean. A lot of places have thin walls." Sam shifts form foot to foot. Watching his brother.
"So then, you know I could hear your entire conversation with Y/N? Who hasn't talked to me since before she left, by the way." Dean says, moving around the table.
