Supernatural [Reader Insert]

9. Fate Flipped

You woke to the sounds of something heavy dropping, and aggressive page turning. As you sat up, open books fell to your lap. There were a few more by your feet. You stretched and yawned, turning to see Bobby at his desk next to you. You must have fallen asleep helping him research.

"Someone's finally awake." Bobby grumbled at you, taking a swig from the bottle of whiskey that sat on his desk amidst the mounds of books.

You furrowed your brows and frowned at him. "Hey, I've been helping you. You should be nice to me."

Bobby sighed. "You're right. Thanks, [Name]. Now get up." His tone changed as he urged you to wake up, turning back to the nagging you had heard from him all day yesterday.

You swung your legs over the front of the couch and rubbed your face as you yawned again. You were in the same jeans and flannel you were in yesterday, now wrinkly from sleep, and your boots sat at the end of the couch.

"Mornin', sweetheart," your dad walked into the room from the kitchen, another book in his hands.

"Morning," you mumbled. "Is Mom—"

"Going to get breakfast?" your dad finished your sentence. "Yeah, she'll be back with Ellen in a few minutes."

You nodded, your mouth watering at the idea of breakfast sandwiches and hash browns. "Good."

Your dad pulled up a seat he must have grabbed from the kitchen table and sat on the other side of Bobby's desk. You stood, ignoring the avalanche of books. You hadn't found anything useful in them, anyway. You rounded the corner to the bathroom to freshen up.

When you came back out your father had walked off again and the Winchester brothers stood in the doorway to the kitchen. You crossed your arms and leaned against the door frame as they whisper-argued with each other about who should speak up first.

Finally, Dean held up a fist for rock-paper-scissors, and Sam did the same. Dean beat Sam's paper with his scissors. Bobby took a drink from the glass by the whiskey bottle on his desk.

Sam cleared his throat and glanced at you. You smirked and watched the flustered pair, not offering to help.

"You two just gonna stand there like the ugly girl at the prom or are you gonna pinch in?" Bobby asked them. They looked at each other nervously, but Bobby continued to speak. "This so-called Eve, mother, whatever, ain't gonna gank herself. What's wrong with you two?"

"Bobby, you haven't slept in days," Dean told him. He was right. After they got back from the hunt in Sandusky, Ohio they had called you and your parents for help in figuring out how to take Eve down. You had spent the past three days here, helping Bobby look through his own books, and the few that your father had, while trying to comb the internet for answers. Bobby stayed up through the night until he fell asleep at his desk. You had done the same last night apparently.

"I sleep," Bobby shook his head. "What are you, my wife now?"

"I'm just saying that, you know, taking five might be a good thing," Dean told him.

"For whom?" Bobby argued.

You sighed, not enjoying the show anymore, and walked past the brothers into the kitchen. You rummaged around for something to eat. Your parents had already tried to have this conversation with him, but he wasn't having it.

"Look, Bobby, it was- it was tough for all of us, seeing Rufus go like that," you heard Sam say.

"You think this—? This ain't about Rufus," Bobby answered.