SUPERNATURAL BSM AND DDM (COMPLETED)

12. Home

Y/n and the boys sit in Baby and reminisce about the memories you have made.

The texts in italics are flashbacks

Age- 21
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"Don't put your shoes on the seat, y/n!" Dean shouted at me. "It takes me a lot of time to clean up those seats! Don't ruin them!"

"Why is it okay when Sam does it but when I do it, it's suddenly "too hard to clean"? I mean, you've got some really high double standards, Beanbag" I said and smirked, knowing very well how much that nickname annoyed him.

"Hey! Don't bring me into this! Fight your own battles, y/n. Plus, my shoes aren't even half as dirty as yours! It's like you live in dirt!" Sam exclaimed

"Yeah, well considering how much time Dean spends in my room and makes it dirty, I would say that I do have to live in dirt. Cause Dean lives like a pig. The only day his room was clean was the day we found the Bunker." I said and stuck my tongue out at Dean, who was glaring at me from the front seat.

"Yeah. But you make my car absolutely filthy!" Dean argued.

"Oh yeah? When have I made the car "absolutely filthy"? Please Dean, do enlighten me!" I fired back.

He slapped Sam's shoulder and said, "Remember when she was little and one day she came and sat in the car and she threw up all over you? It took me forever to clean that up and y/n didn't even help me cause apparently, she was sick"

"That's cause I was sick, dumbass! And you made me sick!"

"Okay. I did not make you sick. You ate some weird stuff and then got sick on your own"

"Really? Cause that is not how I remembered it"

"Then how did it happen?"

We had just finished a hunt. It was a Wendigo in Blackwater Ridge, Colorado. We had been driving for a long time and we were hungry and exhausted.

I was sitting in the back and Sam was in the front, like usual. He was going through Dad's journal.

Dean looked at the both of us and asked, "Hey. We're gonna get some grub and check into a motel tonight. I can't drive anymore."

I nodded my head and looked at Sam.
He kept the journal down and said," You know Dean, I could always drive. We have to keep moving, man. We have to find dad."

Dean looked at Sam and laughed. "No no no no. You're not driving her. You don't even call Baby 'her'. She is an 'it' to you, Sam"

"That's cause IT is a car, Dean" Sam replied and he rolled his eyes

Dean gasped and covered the air vent of the car with his hand as if he was protecting his child from hearing something bad.

"He didn't mean that okay, Baby?" He cooed.

That made me giggle and Sam looked and me and smiled. "See, even y/n thinks it's ridiculous that you call the car 'her'"

Before Dean could say anything,I said, "Sammy, Baby is a 'her'. I was laughing at you cause you think that you can drive her. Dean won't let you drive her unless you respect her." I stuck me tongue out at Sam.

Dean looked at me from the rear view mirror and pretended to wipe a tear. He fake sniffled and said, "Y/n, one day you will become worthy of driving her."

"Really? I can drive her?"

"Yes, but only after you turn sixteen"

Sammy looked at Dean and said, "You've broken so many laws. Since when do you care about her turning sixteen to drive?"