Characters: Bobby, Sam, Dean, Reader (No Pairing)
Request from the lovely : prompt 5. Maybe the reader who is Bobby's Niece/Relative and very skilled hunter, is sent on a particularly dangerous hunt with the boys (as requested by Bobby to look after them) one of the two gets close to getting seriously injured and all the reader can think about is her responsibility to save them?
Prompt 5 - "Well that's the closest I've ever come to a heart attack. Let's not do this again."
Warnings: Language, typical Supernatural violence, feelings of guilt/responsibility.
Word Count: 529
Your Uncle Bobby had called you yesterday, said he needed you to head out on a case with a couple other hunters. It warmed your heart to know that your Uncle knew you were a damn good hunter, and that he trusted you to help out other hunters when a case came up. That being said, you couldn't help but find yourself mumbling as you made your way into the house. 'have to spend the next goddamn week babysitting a couple dumbass hunters not capable of doing this shit job alone.'
"Well aren't you just a ball of sunshine this morning?"
"Uncle Bobby! Hey!" You hugged him made your way farther into the house to set your stuff down. "Sorry, I'm just not very excited about the idea of babysitting these hunters. I mean what's so important that they can't handle it between themselves?"
"Y/N, I wouldn't have called you if it weren't something important, you know that. Now could you please suck it up and stop with the attitude for five minutes."
Just then the door opened, "Hey Bobby!" Oh great here they come, you thought.
You were greeted by two big men standing in the doorway, "Oh you have got to be kidding me. The Winchester boys. You want me to babysit these chuckleheads?" No one could say you weren't related to Bobby Singer.
* * * * *
Turns out Bobby was right, this hunt was important, and it was dangerous. No way they could have done it alone. Hell, even between the three of you, it went south. You were currently locked in a closet, desperately trying to pick the lock, lord knows were Dean was, and Sam, he was getting tossed around like a rag doll. You got the door open just in time to hear the horrific screams of the monster as Dean killed it, followed by "SAM!"
He was on the floor in the corner of the room, beat up and, and bloodied. Dean was hunched over him, trying to determine if he was breathing. "Dean, is he..?"
There were tears threatening to spill over when he looked at you. Sam wasn't breathing. Your heart immediately saarted pounding out of your chest. Not only did you feel responsible, but you weren't looking forward to facing your uncle. He was understanding, but these boys were family to him. Hell, because of that, they were family to you. There was no stopping the feelings of guilt, like you had let them and yourself down set in.
You both sat there defeated. A few minutes passed before, you were startled by the sudden sound and motion. Sam shot up, gasping in a large breath of air, followed by some coughing. "What the hell happened? Is it dead?"
"Yea it's dead. What the hell happened to you?" Dean countered.
"I don't know, he threw me around a little, everything went black, then I woke up."
The clean up was fairly simple, and you finished putting everything back in the car, "Well boys, that was closest I've ever come to a heart attack, let's not do this again."
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