Supernatural Oneshots

Mute >> Sam

Prompt: you are Bobby's adoptive daughter that became a selective mute due to past trauma.

Y/n's POV:

You sat comfortably at Bobby's table, a cool soda in your hand. Bobby has become a father figure to you when you were 10.

Your father was extremely abusive, physically, and verbally. He always screamed hurtful things like that you were such a screw-up.

He body shamed you, calling you fat and obese. Being so young, you believed him.

He would also beat you and lock you in closets, forming your claustrophobia.

Because you were always ridiculed for everything you became a selective mute. You chose to work alone so you wouldn't have to talk.

The only constant in your life was Bobby Singer.

He was the first person to ever show you kindness. When you walked across the state to get to him after your father was killed he held you close and told you it would be okay.

He took you in and was the first person to tell you that being hit wasn't normal and that you should be shown, love.

Only a few months after that you told him you wanted to be mute. He understood and learned sign language with you so you wouldn't feel like you had no one to communicate with.

He raised you as his own for 8 more years.

He gave you the nickname flower due to the dandelion you gave him when he first met you. Your dad hand scolded you and had told you it was rude to have given Bobby a weed, but it meant the world to Bobby.

When you turned 18 you continued to hunt solo but made sure to make frequent pit stops at Bobby's. So that's where you were right now. Sitting at the very table Bobby had learned sign language with you.

He would always make sure to tell you when other hunters were going to be coming. You didn't like being around men other than Bobby. They reminded you of your father.

"How have you been flower'?" Bobby asks sitting across from you.

'I've been okay. Had a werewolf case last week so that was tough.' You sign. Bobby grins and nods. 'How about you?' You ask.'

"I'm alright." He shrugs. "Getting a little old to keep this up." He chuckles. You silently chuckle. You hear the purr of an engine outside and two doors slam shut. At this point you have a C-17 handgun cocked and loaded and Bobby has his rifle ready.

He goes to answer the door moving out of your sight. Then you hear him say,

"Boys? Whaddya doing here?" Before opening the door wider. You walk around the corner from where you were your gun still in your hands. They tune the corner and you raise your gun to be level with his forehead. He freezes in place.

"Who the hell are you?" He asks still not moving. He has short spiky hair and candy apple green eyes.

"Y/n, you can put the gun down. They won't hurt ya." Bobby says placing a gentle hand on your arm to lower it. You hesitantly let your arm rest comfortably at your side.

"Hi." The shorter one says. You nod still giving them a bitchface. You turn on your heels and leave the room.

You jog up the creaky stairs to the room you used to sleep in when you lived with Bobby. You slammed the door shut. Due to it being an old house you could still hear the conversation downstairs.

"What's her problem." The short one asks.

"Take it, easy Dean." You hear a new voice say. That must've been the tall one.

"She just doesn't like new people. Especially men." Bobby explains.

"Then she really must be scared of Sammy here. He's a friggin giant." The one named Dean laughs. So the tall one's name was Sam.

"It's not size Dean." Bobby scolds. "It's how forward you are towards her." It goes quiet.

"I probably scared her away then didn't I?" Dean asks almost embarrassed. You can only assume Bobby is nodding.

"I'll go check on her," Bobby says. A small puff of air leaves your lips in relief. You hear the creaky steps and count each strain of the wood. Once you've counted 14 you know he's at the top of the stairs. He lightly knocks two fingers on the door. "Y/n," he says softly. "Can I come in?" He asks. You knock twice on your bed frame. He knew that was okay to enter.

The door slowly rocked open revealing Bobby. A small face smile places itself on your face. He walks over and sits next to you on the bed.

"Do you wanna come downstairs?" He asks. "I promise sweetheart, I wouldn't let them in if they were gonna hurt ya. Now I know that doesn't change that your scared but if you do choose to come down, I promise you'll be safe." He says softly.

You give a small nod. He smiles and offers his hand. You slip your fingers into the hard calloused palm holding it firmly. You walk to the top of the stairs before letting go of his hand.

You walk down and when the boys see you both of their faces light up. You give a small wave. The tall one waves back. You blink in surprise. Most men just ignore you. Bobby heads to the kitchen just grabbing drinks for everyone.

"So, how do you know Bobby?" Dean asks. You lift up your foot and move it towards them displaying the anti possession star tattooed on it. They both nod.

"How many years you been doing it?" Dean asks. You hold up 10 fingers. "Ten years?" Dean asks surprised. You nod. "Oh I'm sorry, Uh I'm Dean," he says. "This is Sam." He says motioning to the taller one behind him.

Bobby returns handing the boys beers and you a cream soda. You refused to drink alcohol. It was the very poison that ruined your father. You lived in constant fear of becoming him.

You take a sip and you carefully walk over to the table where the boys are sitting and you take a seat next to Sam. Your eyes never leaving the boys making sure they didn't try anything. Bobby observed silently; almost bubbling over with pride for the girl he had come to call his daughter.

Sam offers you a small smile. You nod. He slowly offers you a hand to shake, moving slowly enough not to startle you. You eye him carefully before slowly slipping your fingers into his. You shook his hand and a large smile plastered itself on Sam's face.

"So y/n where are you from?" Dean asks. You shrug before pointing to Bobby, him being really he only constant in your life. The boys look at him confused.

"I raised her boys," Bobby explains. "From age 10 she's lived here. Other than that, her dad always moves around never staying long enough to actually call someplace home." The boys nod. You finish your soda and walk into the kitchen to recycle it. You hear Dean ask.

"Does she hate us?"

"No Dean, in fact, she hasn't touched another man other than me in years. Sammy, I think she likes you most." Bobby concludes. There is silence for a while.

"She's mute," Sam says as if the final piece of the puzzle has been made clear. You walk in to see Bobby nodding. You sign to Bobby,

"I think I'm gonna hit the road, Bobby, I don't think they like me.'

"No wait please don't go y/n," Sam says. "We do like you; we've just never met someone quite like you before." He says softly. You stare in shock.

He understood you.

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