Huntress

Part 9: Listen

In one clean hit you slammed your turned fist into the punching bag. It echoed throughout the empty halls of the bunker. You didn't wear headphones when there was no one else around. If alone, you had to be all of your senses. There was no one else to rely on.
You kept your thumbs out of your curled fists and your guard high enough to cover your face. On your toes and dodging a non-existent partner you swung another punch, a sidekick following the first blow. After almost an hour of training you stopped and leaned against the cold brick wall, taking a swig of your water whilst staring at the open space. You still hadn't moved your Dad's towels ready for his own session. You left them, a reminder that there was always hope.

Three days had passed. Four if you count the day Cas stayed with you.
He took you home that day- Uncle Dean's orders. Only, they never came back to the bunker.

You hadn't done much except call up your Dad and Uncle a few hundred times. Not one time did they answer. You'd turned to research and training, if anything you needed to be stronger at this moment.
You'd considered calling Mary, but you weren't sure what she'd be able to do that would help much. Of course you liked her, she was family after all, but if she wanted out of the Hunting life you weren't going to be responsible for dragging her back into it. No one has the right to do that.

After changing back into your usual checked shirt, jeans and combats you boiled the kettle for a brew and slumped down in the library. Tea in hands, a book on the table and a bright lamp lighting up the pages for you were interrupted by a shadow. You mumbled a "Hey Cas." but didn't bring your head up. The stiff shadow was enough of a giveaway.

"Y/N, how are you?" He sounded genuinely concerned which made you look up.
"I'm okay, just trying to figure out what happened...I guess." Your eyes glanced down to the Mythological Law book.
"As am I." He nodded seriously before adding "Have you contacted Mary?"

You took in a deep breath and leaned back in your chair "No..."

"Should we?"
You were almost annoyed Cas was asking you all the questions. How on Earth were you supposed to know?!

"I don't know, go find out." You snapped.
Cas left without asking twice, making you feel guilty. You didn't mean to come across as harsh as it had sounded. Truthfully, you missed your Dad and your Uncle Dean.

They'd welcomed you into the family, even with the knowledge of you being part of the British Men Of Letters. You were immensely grateful to them and now you couldn't help them in return. You were useless. "I'm useless..." You mumbled to yourself, resting your elbows on the table and holding your head in your hands. Strands of your hair sunk between your fingers as you stared blankly at the book.

"Why didn't you tell me!" Mary's angry tone filled the room. It took you a moment to realise she was asking you and not Cas.
"Um..." You stumbled, lost for words "I-"
"I'm their Mother, your Grandmother!" She threw her hands in the air and back down by her sides in frustration.
"I know...I just...I didn't want to bring you back into Hunting."
"These are my boys. I'll Hunt till I die to save them."

"Y/N, it's me. I know you're a little cross with me, but I don't want us to lose contact, yeah? I've known you a long time now, squirt. Don't make me track you down." The man chuckled "You know I never didn't like you? It's hard coming into a family where the Misses already has a kid. You were too grown up when I married your Mum to pay attention to me, and I get that," a few crashes sounded on the other line "Look I've got to head off. Give us a ring would you?" He hung up.

*Message deleted*

"Y/N, love. It's me again. I know you'll listen to these, you're too curious not to. Just like your Dad, eh? Have you told him about me...about, this. It's a difficult situation to be in for me too and I want you to understand that. Sam Winchester has a right to you, after all he's your Dad. But, you're still my family. Maybe not by blood, but in some ways you're my daughter...You both were... Please Y/N, call me back."