Second Love

Chapter 1

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader, and Bobby.

Word Count: 1150

Warnings: Angst, language, Smut (Later chapters)

A/N: This is my first series hopefully it doesn't suck too much. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Summary: Your Life with the Winchesters, throughout the years.

You've been hunting with the Winchesters for years now. They are family. You could no longer imagine living without them at this point. There isn't much you wouldn't do for them, even paying for their safety with your life.

You've been in the life ad long as you could remember, being dragged around state to state by your father and older brother. Never staying in one place long enough to have a real home, that wasn't some dingy cheap motel, but hunting was all you've ever known.

Your father, Mike, was a strict man, treated you and your brother like soldiers, not that you minded. Your clumsy, kind, and gentle ways were always a disappointment to him, however you knew he always loved you. It was hard on him, you reminded him of...her... of Mom. She died when you were young, few months old maybe. You don't remember much.

Your Brother, Alec, was the opposite of you, the perfect hunter. Dad was so proud. Your loved your brother of course and he would help shield you from dad's rage when he could. You both were close. Shared the weight of hunting together.

It killed you when they died.

You were 15, told to stay in the car while they searched the warehouse for the nest of vamps.

....they were both bitten...

with the last shred of humanity they had left they asked you the cruelest thing...

to kill them... they didn't want to share that cursed fate of vampirism... the hunger... monsters.

And you took mercy.

You died with them that day.

15 and alone.

An old contact of your fathers took you in. Bobby Singer. You met him a few times before that. He was a nice man, truly caring and warm under a rough exterior. He'd taken in a 15 year old girl and asked nothing in return.

"Your father and brother were good men"

You just stared out the window of his library while sitting on the couch that was against the wall, no energy to reply, just slightly nodding.

You could tell Bobby knew about what happened; he saw the pain in your eye when you showed up on his doorstep covered in blood.

You busied yourself with chores around the house, trying to occupy your mind with something other then the stench of loneliness.

Over the months it got better, Bobby's home become you home, he became family. He taught you to take cars apart and put them back together, fix them up and sell them. You spent lots of time searching the junkyard for parts. It became a passion of yours, a skill other then hunting.

Although he didn't let you hunt anymore, he let you do research for other hunters, and you became quite good at it. Learning more from him then you biological father.

Soon painful memories became just that...just memories and you opened up more. You began smiling again, life returned to your eyes.

Shortly after your 17th birthday, that's when you met them, Dean and Sam Winchester.

You were under the belly of an old shell of a 1967 Shelby gt500 Mustang that Bobby brought in last month, and you claimed it immediately, you put your skills to use fixing it up.

"Shit" you dropped the wrench you were using as Bobby walked in accompanied by what sounded like 2 pairs of footsteps.

"Come out's there for a sec, Y/N"

"Whatever, this chassis is giving me hell." you said while climbing out from under and standing up. You had the top of the coveralls tied around your waist showing your white tank top, which was soaked in grease. Your dirtiness of your clothes never really bothered you until you saw the guests. Suddenly feeling self-conscious you pulled a rag out of your back pocket, wiping your hands in a failed attempt at cleaning yourself off.

Seeing Bobby with two boys... well men.

One was tall and muscular with deep hazel eyes and such expressive eyebrows, couldn't be anymore then 18. His chestnut hair was long and framed his face perfectly.

The other, still a giant compared to you. He had short dirty blonde hair with gorgeous green eyes that reminded you of the ocean, and a jaw line that could cut diamonds.

They just stared at you... it was an awkward silence deafening the garage.

"Um" you glanced at Bobby. Bobby looked at you and back at them.

"Y/N, this is Sam and Dean. Sam and Dean this is Y/N. They'll be staying with us for a while, their Dad has gone out on a hunt and they needed a break."

You nodded at him and held out your hand once towards the shorter of two giants, apologizing for the state of your hands.

"Hey. I'm Y/N"

"Dean" and took you hand, shaking it firmly. He smirked.

You turned to giant #2

"And you must be Sam" and threw a very genuine smile, that was returned.

Over thee next few weeks you and the boys grew closer, you seemed to click.

Dean helped you with the mustang. It was good to have someone to talk to while you fixed up the car, not that bobby didn't join you; more like it was nice to have someone in your generation.

Sam and you gushed over the Bobby's library several times, not just the plenty of lore books, but normal ones, from Agatha Christie's murder mysteries to the Harry Potter Series. He helped you with research for a hunter in Florida, which turned out to be a wendigo. Sam confided in you about the scholarship to Stanford, you were happy for him; it was his chance to get out.

Their visit was cut short with the return of John.

Years passed.

You kept in touch. Talking with the two kept you all close.

You were the first find out about Sam asking Jess out, he called you immediately after, he was so excited. He though she could be the one. Sam kept you posted on school, the friends he made, and his entire world, to a third person it would seem so normal and dull, but it meant so much to him. The things he never experienced it before, it was like you were to.

Dean kept hunting. You started again. Worked a few hunts with the Winchester here and there. He quickly became your best friend, more then at Bobby's.

You got a call from Dean he sounded really worried. He said his Dad was hunting and hadn't come back and wanted your help to go find him. Of course you said yes and that you'd meet him at Stanford in a few hours to collect Sam.