Supernatural BSM

Hunting- Daughter Y/N

1st Person Pov 

'Please. Please. Please. PLEASE let them still be asleep.' I thought to myself as I carefully and quietly opened the bunker door. I was out on a really quick vamp hunt that I had found not to far from the bunker. I slipped out at around midnight without telling my dad or uncle Dean... probably not the best move but oh well. I was hurt not too bad, small gash on the arm and a few cuts on my face along with a busted lip. Let's see how explaining that goes in the morning.

All the lights were out in the bunker so I just internally squealed that I got away with sneaking out. My dad nor uncle know I hunt. They won't let me. They say its "Too dangerous" and "Too risky" and I know that. But that sheer satisfaction of saving people is all worth it. I creek the door open to my room and switch on the light and my heart sinks to the pit of my stomach. There sitting on my bed was my father and uncle. I know disappointment and anger when I see it, and that's what was written all over their faces. "Hey, look at that Sammy. Look who decided to walk in three hours past curfew from god knows where." Dean said sarcastically with a fake ass smile on his face. God I hate when he does that shit. "Dad, Uncle Dean just let me explain." I said as I set my duffle bag down and placed my hand back onto my bleeding arm. "Oh I would love to hear this." My father said as he got up and made his way over to me and took my arm examining it.

I took a deep breath and began, "Well you know how you wouldn't let me go on hunts? Well maybe about three months ago I started to by going on a few simple ones. It started out as a simple demon possession case.. like the ones you used to go on when you were younger. Then I gradually moved up to demon cases and then vampire ones." I spoke as my voice began to trail off into nothingness. I've never seen anger like the kind that was building in my father's eyes. But when I looked over at my uncle, he was smiling. Smiling! I am so confused. He came over and high-fived me. "That's my girl! Hunting at 16 that's what I'm talking about." He said. I was still confused as to why he was proud of me. "Don't encourage her, Dean. This is serious." My father said as he shot a glare at his brother. "But dad, you and uncle Dean were half my age when you both started hunting. I'm 16 and I'm still not allowed to go anywhere near anything supernatural other than uncle Cas. And-" "Stop Y/N. Dean and I had no say in what we had to do. Our dad was a complete dick that didn't care what he put us through and I won't put you through that." He said as he looked at me in the eyes.

I knew I was going to regret what I was going to say next, but I know it had to be said. "Dad just because you lost mom on a hunt doesn't mean you'll lose me. I'm more cautious than her and I have more knowledge then her. I was born into this life and she wasn't." I said as calmly as I could, but it came out angry. "Y/N that's enough. Let's get you patched up." Dean said trying to get me away from the mess I just created. "No Dean. She's right. Apparently she is more cautious. I mean look at her current state. This does look of the state of someone who is cautious and aware on hunts. And apparently her mother wasn't. Apparently her mother was clumsy and didn't know what she was doing. Apparently her mother and the love of my life wasn't aware of the true dangers of the world and of what goes bump in the night. So you know what Y/N I'm sorry. Yeah I'm sorry. We'll start taking you out on hunts so maybe I'll have to give you a hunters funeral just as I did your mother and go through that same heart break for my daughter!" My father screamed at me with tears in his eyes as he stormed out of my room; slamming the door in a fit of rage.

I felt my heart break right in two. It looked as my eyes were glazed over. I remember my uncle Dean telling me to never bring up my mother in an argument because my father still blamed himself for her death. She died on a hunt when I was barely a month old. Dean was staying with me at the bunker while my father and mother were out on the hunt. I can't remember what it was they were after, but it was enough for my father to say that I was never allowed to hunt. "I'll be right back." Dean said as he left my room. In my mind I was terrified that he would have my dad come back in so we could talk things over. But when he did, He walked in with a bottle of whiskey and a med kit in one hand and a bag of ice in the other.

I sat down on my bed as Dean sat next to me. "Hold your breath." He said as he opened the bottle of whiskey. I inhaled sharply as he slowly poured the bitter bourbon onto the gash that rested ever so neatly on my arm. "Okay, now spill it. What made it okay to bring Grace into that argument?" "I don't know uncle Dean, I really don't know. I just though that if he heard me out and if he knew I was more cautious than my mom then he would think I'm ready." I said as I watched him pick up the needle and dig it into my flesh. "Well what you did do if anything was prove how much you weren't ready to take on hunts with us. What you said about your mother wasn't necessary and wasn't needed. Hell, bringing your mother into it wasn't even needed at all. I would have talked to him and sorted things out for you like I always do. But you dug your hole this time, and you dug it deep." Dean said as his eyes were locked onto my forearm, stitching the broken flesh back together.

"Then what do I do uncle Dean? I know there's nothing I can say to make it better." I spoke. A broken heaviness in my voice as I tried to keep tears back. Not from the pain of the wounds but from the pain that I caused my father. "Give him some time kiddo. That's all you can do for something like this. He'll come around once he cools off. He always does. That's how he still talks to me." I chuckled slightly at his words. "There. All stitched up." He said as he wrapped the band-aid around my arm. "Thanks uncle Dean." I say as I hug him slightly. "Anything for you little lun." He responded with a smile on his face.

3rd Person Pov

After Dean had finished talking with Y/N, he picked up the med kit and the whiskey leaving the room. He went off the Sam's room to try and calm him down after the words were exchanged between him and Y/N. But for Y/N, she just lied there on her bed. A pack of ice on her arm and regrets in her mind. She didn't know how she could make it right with her dad, but she knew she would have to try by morning... or if he came in her room in the middle of the night. The only few thoughts she had going on in her mind were 'I'm just a screw up.' 'I'm just a mistake.' 'I should have died on that hunt instead of coming back.'