Huntress

Part 25: The End

6 months later

Uncle Dean had been distant ever since Mary and Cas had sacrificed themselves at the apocalypse world. You were sat at the table, picking at your food while you watched him. He was surrounded by books and had his laptop open on some strange alternate universe theories.

You braved saying something, "hey, Uncle De?"

He didn't bother looking up, "kinda busy here, kid. Go talk to your Dad."

It was strange seeing your Uncle so focused as he usually dipped in and out of research, leaving the bulk of it to Dad. But he was desperate. Jack, Lucifer's son, was a strange addition to the bunker. He was incredibly sweet, but there was something off about him.

You frowned and pushed your plate back, standing up to go and read over Uncle Dean's shoulder. "do you need any help?"

Uncle Dean didn't trust Jack, saying that the son of Lucifer was a monster and needed to be dead. Dad had blind faith in him, trusting there was goodness in the boy. You were somewhere in the middle, weary of his presence, but you had to admit he seemed far too innocent to be pure evil.

Uncle Dean dropped the book he had onto the table and sighed loudly, "I said I was busy, okay?"

"You haven't left this spot in days..." you slumped down into the chair next to him, "I can keep reading if you want to get some sleep?" You figured if he was going to insist on endless research, you might as well try and find a way to get him to sleep. He couldn't rest until Cas and Mary were back.

"Y/N, please. Just go away." He had a threatening undertone and his jaw clenched.

"De-""I said go away!" He shouted, throwing his hands up, "go be useless somewhere else."

Shocked, you stared at him for a moment with no clue how to respond.

"You think I'm useless?" You asked, hurt.Uncle Dean finally looked up, his eyes harsh and his nostrils flared.

But when his gaze landed on yours he sighed and his expression began to soften, "no."

"I know what you're going through, okay? You're not the only one suffering here. So don't take it out on me." You huffed, standing up and leaving the room. He called after you, but you ignored him. You and your Dad had taken it hard too, but you both were dealing with yourselves better than Uncle Dean was.

You made your way to your Dad's room, knocking before entering. He was sat on his bed, his laptop open on nearby cases and what looked like about 50 other tabs.

"Hey, bug." He smiled, "you okay?"

You nodded and climbed on the bed, "you finding a case?"

"Yeah, well...maybe. Don't seem to be many at the moment. So make the most of it, I guess," He chuckled, but caught your blank face and frowned, "you sure you're okay?"

"Do you think Uncle De's gonna be okay?" You asked, looking up at him.

With a tight smile, he nodded slowly, "yeah. He just doesn't process things easy. Probably just needs to let off some steam."

"You're tellin' me." You remarked.

"Did he say something to you?"

"Nothin' awful," you shrugged, only your Dad's stern stare told you he wasn't going to take some vague answer, "I offered to help ...and then he told I was useless."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. it's okay, though. I know he didn't mean it. I just wish he'd talk to us." You admitted, looking down at your hands.