Second Love

Chapter 2

After several hours of driving and the pumping of Led Zeppelin through the speakers of your finished silver mustang you arrived at the diner containing the Winchester brothers.

Getting out of Bullet (what you named your car) and walking to the run down diner, seeing those two familiar faces sitting in a booth next to the window. Sam looked out the window and saw you walking towards him, he waved and smiled you did the same in return.

This is Bullet, 1967 Shelby gt500 Mustang, Silver, Your Car. Image from Google Images

Entering the Diner the brothers got up and gave you big hugs, both had a hard time letting go. Sitting back down, you slid into the booth with Sam, for big guy he didn't take up the entire booth. He leaned back and put his arms around the back of the booth, and you leaned slightly forward in response.

"So, how have you boys been, I've miss ya." You asked as you glanced over the beaten down menu.

"Oh you know, living the dream, looking for a missing father, the usual" dean said sarcastically. Earning him a light punch to his shoulder from you. Raising his hands in the air in defense "Fine, fine, I'm alright".

"Good" You turned to Sam "And you Sam? How's jess"

"Decent, 'have an interview on Monday cant be here long. She's good" He looked at his fidgeting fingers and smiled gently, a blush creeping on his cheeks, filled with love. "More then good, great even."

You smiled in response.

The waitress came over and took your orders, giving Dean googly eyes as she leaned over towards him slightly flirting. He winked at her while she walked away looking over her shoulder. Drawing a unanimous eye roll from Sam and you.

"So, what ya have on John?" Looking back at dean.

"Not much, well we was trailing somethin' in Jericho, California, missing men" that was three weeks ago" He took a sip of his coffee while maintaining eye contact. "We'll give you the details when we get there"

You nodded in response as the waitress laid down the food in front of you and the boys.

"I'll tail you guys" as you shoved a forkful of your pancakes into your mouth.

Earning a chuckle from Dean.

"Are you even old enough to drive or tall enough." Sam said as he ruffled your hair.

"Hey now" you nudged the Winchester next to you with your shoulder "first, I'm not that much younger then you. Second, I'm not that short you are just freakishly tall. Thirdly, only one of us actually has a car" you shot back sarcastically. Dean Laughed.

"Whatever you say"

The three of you finished your food catching up on the years apart, paid for your food and left.

Dean spent several minutes in amazement over Bullet, like he does every time, and you doing the same over Baby.

It only took 30 minutes to get to Jericho.

John was there a few days before, gone, but it gave the boys hope. The case turned out to be a woman in white. The boys and you managed to put the woman down by returning her home, to her children.

Following them outside towards Bullet.

Cases like these always were depressing, so much unnecessary blood and death. It was cases like these that made being a hunter worth it, putting down baddies and saving the good.

"Looks like this case is done" you gestured to the Winchesters "So where to?"

"Well I have to get back, got an interview in the morning" Sam looked at you and made a face you couldn't quite determine, a combination of sorry, hopefulness and nervousness. "Its for law school, my entire life depends on this" He rubbed the back of his head and averted eye contact.

"Oh, you said... good luck, hope it goes well." You unlocked Bullet and Sam nodded as a thank you. "What about John?" You turned to Dean.

"I'm going to keep looking, ya commin', Y/N?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world" And he gave you a shit-eating grin.

"Then lets hit the road"

"Okay, I'll head straight to the motel, you drop Sam off." You walked over to Sam and gave him a hug. "It was great to see you again, don't be a stranger Sam, I miss you"

"I miss you to Y/N"

You hoped in Bullet and sped away, followed shortly by Baby.

A few hours passed.

You were in the bathroom just getting out of the shower when you heard a noise coming from the room. Your hunter instincts kicked in, you wrapped a towel around your body and grabbed your gun you always brought into the bathroom with you.

You held the gun in your right and steadied it with your left and nudged the door open with your foot. Silently exited the room and into the next.

"Woah, easy there tiger" the figure said. You recognized the voice.

"Jesus, Dean! I could've killed you" he chuckled and gave you his signature smirk

"You couldn't kill me if you tried" And glanced over your nearly naked for and licked his lips.

"One second. I'm going to put clothes on. So stop looking at mw like I'm a piece of meat, before I shove something up your rear." You gestured downwards. Grabbing you clothes that were on the bed and headed to the bathroom.

When you came back out fully clothed you saw a second figure, sitting on the bed hunched over, head in his hands.

"Oh god Sam, what happened?" You ran over to him put you hand on his shoulder and gently pulled him towards you. He didn't move still lightly sobbing.

"...Jess... S-she's..." You pulled him closer and stroked his hair slowly, trying you best to give him the slightest amount of comfort. Based on how Sam was you didn't need him to finish the sentence to know she wasn't around anymore.

"She's dead." He managed to stutter out. "The thing that killed mom got her to." He curled into you tighter. You pulled in up to the head of the bed so you were both lying down, you on your back and him on his side fleshed against you. He put his head on your chest; his arms laced between you and him, while one of your hands moved back to his head the other on his shoulder.

He stayed huddled in your arms all night, crying himself to sleep. You managed to stay awake humming slightly, you hand still petting his hair, the other making circles on his shoulder.

Dean on the dropped onto the other bed, stayed quiet, not sleeping just thinking, and listened to you hum, his very broken brother.

He looked over at you and mouthed 'thank you' wordlessly, knowing fully well that Dean had a hard time comforting, wasn't in his programing he was more of a drown it in whiskey and cover it in dirt sort of man. Not that you minded, wishing you didn't have to though as in see Sam like this.