Second Love

Chapter 3

am was still in your arms. Your shirt was soaked through from the hours of tears. Feeling him stir, he lifted one of hands to wipe his eyes, which were blood shot and swollen. Wincing at the pain his eyes was causing him.

"Easy, you had a rough night, how are doing?" He looked up at you.

"I'll survive." He slowly got up. Crawling away from you and headed straight for the bathroom after he grabbed his bag.

Just as the bathroom door closed, Dean walked back in the room with bags of food in his hands and passed you a breakfast sandwich.

"He awake?" As he some shoved food in mouth.

"Yea, he just got up. 'Didn't look to good." You said solemnly, looking away from Dean and slowly unwrapped the package to your breakfast.

"hmm, did he say anything"

"No, just when to shower"

"How are you? Did you get any sleep last night?" He said worriedly.

"No, I couldn't, No point in me even trying"

That's when Sam walked out. Looking like a new person, the swelling went down from the shower, and fresh clothing. He didn't say anything, just walked across the motel room to the coffee table and sat down at the dark wooden chair next to it.

"When do we leave?" Sam for the first time spoke, he said with a harsh, groaning voice, which sounded as painful as it looked. So got up from the bed and walked over to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water and passed it to him. He took it thankful and never drank the entire bottle, like a man starved.

"Um... lets plan our next move, I mean we need to find dad"

Over the next few days, you kept a close eye on Sam. He was a shell of the man he was. His hazel eye grew dark with loneliness and pain, however it was masked by the dedication to finding John and Jess's killer.

So you did what you needed to you, packed up Bullet leaving him in the care of Bobby and hopped in the back seat of Dean's baby. It broke you heart to leave bullet but Sam needed you, they both did and you needed them, they were family.

Dean was driving, Sam in the passenger seat, and you in the back. The three of you were family, one on the road searching for a big bad, revenge and justice.

A year passed.

You stuck with the Winchesters, hunting monsters, saving people. Sam healed, as much as one could from loss like that. Life returned to his eyes.

And you slowly found yourself falling for the younger Winchester.

It was the way he patched you up when you were injured on hunts. He would clean your wounds with such careful hands and sew them up with a steady heart.

It was the way he laughed at your jokes, and the way he could make you laugh.

It was the way he was so innately good.

It was the way he was just Sam. The broken man that was healing had a special place in your heart, different from dean's place.

You knew he could never feel the same way about you, not after Jess so you never voiced your feelings. Kept them buried and hidden, to save your relationship with him.

So you settled with lingering glances when he wasn't looking or listening to the gentle hum of his breathing as he slept.

After all he wanted out of this life, have family, a baseball team of rugrats, all things you couldn't give him. This life was all you've ever known, all you ever wanted.

And that's when we found John.

And you became the fourth wheel to the Winchester tricycle. You barely knew John, having only spoken to him less then a handful of times, he hadn't even tried to make it to a friendly stage.

And the lingering glances didn't go unnoticed by him. He immediately became hyper aware of you a combination of suspicion and anger.

You were sitting with your feet up on the table of your cheap motel room, sipping on your coffee, reading lore book on chupacabras, when the three Winchester barge into your room. John grumbled something about leaving you here and women shouldn't be hunting. And you shot him your evilest glare.

You were just as capable as a hunter, you being female had nothing to do with it.

"Come on Y/N, we have a lead." Dean gestured to you, then to the door.

"No, boy, take Sam and get our stuff to the car." John ordered in his deep and look back sternly at you.

Dean didn't say anything and did what he was told after he shot you a look filled with concern and something you didn't quite understand.

Now with it being just John and yourself in the dingy motel room. He let out a very fed up sigh.

"You're not coming with us." He bellowed.

Looking at him bewildered "Why not? The boys and I are family." Looking back at him fiercely.

"You are not part of my family! And finding this demon is family business"

"You treat your sons like soldiers and they let you. But you can't do the same to me and expect me to put up with it!" you threw back with such confidence that surprised even you. "Look I know you don't trust me, and I don't expect you to in this line of work but you need all the help you can get."

"Don't you dare tell me how to raise my sons, and what kind of help can I get from a girl like you, whose is to busy making googly eyes at Sam!"

You definitely weren't expecting your feeling to be shot back at you like that. "Do you even know your sons" you paused "how fiercely loyal Dean is, he does everything you've ever asked of him. He never even got the chance to be just a kid. And Sam, he just wanted a normal life, a family, a wife, everything you had and you treat him like his a traitor because of it."

And this point you could almost see the smoke dissipate from his ears and his face soften.

"You are not coming and will never be apart of this family" completely ignoring everything you just said to him.

John threw a punch to hard enough to knock you out completely, causing you to stumble back words on to the old carpeted floor.

Feeling consciousness escape you John uttered these last few lines that changed everything. "Your remind me of Mary, not taking shit from anyone. But you can't come with us, for your safety"

John left the room, leaving you on the cold floor bleeding from the nose, just to get a few minutes head start.

John stepped into the car alone causing a concerned look from both Winchester boys.

Dean piped up. "Where's Y/N?"

"She's not coming with us"

"Why? Is she okay?"

"'Cause I said so boy!" he yelled back. "Now shut your mouth, we're leaving." John ordered back sternly