"Sam? Dean?" Your voice boomed through the bunker as you were searching for them.
"Guys?" You headed down to the bunker library, only seeing stacks of books on the table. "Hm, great." You rolled your eyes and sat yourself down on one of the chairs. You flipped through the books and scanned them.
"I don't want to go back there. It brings back memories I don't want to remember." Dean informed Sam in a serious way.
"Go where?" You questioned, closing one of the books gently.
"Come on, we'll just solve it like a regular case. No big deal." Sam laughed uneasily.
"Go where?" You asked again but louder.
"It doesn't even seem like it's our thing." Dean added, "Oh, hey Y/N." Dean half smiled and continued with Sam.
"GO WHERE?" You shout. Suddenly, Sam and Dean turned to you, shocked. You shot them the bitch face look. "What, you guys deaf?"
"Lawrence, Kansas." Sam answered.
Your eyes shot a quick look to Sam then back at Dean. You immediately started laughing uncontrollably.
"We vowed to never go back there!" You screeched.
"That's what I told Sammy." Dean shook his head over to him.
"Come on, guys. Why can't we just deal with this like a normal case?" Sam wonderingly asked.
"What is it?" You snatched Sammys laptop and opened it. An article popped up in Lawrence, Kansas. You read over the top three paragraphs. "It does look like our kind of thing." You sighed to Dean.
"Well, good luck." Dean scoffed, taking a sip of his beer.
"Oh, grow up Dean. We're all going." You demanded.
"I'll call Cas." Sam nodded and went into the hallway. Dean rolled his eyes and sat himself in the chair.
"I know you didn't like it there, but it'll only be a couple of days. Four people disappearing in the last two weeks and found with strange marks on their bodies? Come on, Dean. You know this is our kind of thing." You reminded him.
"I felt trapped. With Mom and Dad gone hunting, I just wanted to be a normal kid, you know?" Dean sighed out.
"I do understand, Dean. Sam and I are grateful that you practically raised us." You snatched Deans beer out of his hand and took a swig. "Come on, let's hit the road." You stood up from the chair and pat Deans head. "I'll be right out!" You yelled as you headed into your room to change into your hunting gear.
As you were heading down the hallway, you reveal Sam just getting off the phone with Cas.
"He'll be here any minute." Sam informed you. You nodded simply, placing your hand on Sam's shoulder,
"I'll be right out." You headed to your room but Sam stopped you by grabbing your hand.
"Is Dean okay?" Sam questioned, having you sigh heavily.
"He's not a fan of going back to our home town. Are you?" You asked Sam in a serious tone, really wondering, "Because honestly, I'm not either but the victims need our help." You groaned.
"I agree." Sam agreed, glancing over to the library where Dean was sitting.
You headed into your room, knowing that when you left your home town, you and Sam were seniors in high school, forced to leave because of your parents. You left your friends, your football captain boyfriend Connor of five years who you loved dearly, your life there. You had a plan to go to college, get married but the hunter life took over, having those ambitions turn into dreams. Dreams that were never to be thought of again, or so you wanted them to.
