Summary: When the next hunt takes the reader back to her home town, they make an unexpected stay.
A/N: If this sucks, I apologize I've been sick :/
Y/H/T = Your Home Town
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Packing your bag, you hadn't paid much attention to where the boys said the next hunt was. Your mind was filled with cloudy thoughts.
A soft knock echoed through your room.
"Hey." Sam greeted softly, leaning against the door frame. "Are you almost ready to go?"
Zipping up your bag, you nodded with a soft smile, before taking the handles in your hand. "Ready."
Sam returned your smile, before he quickly grabbed your bag taking it into his hand. "I'll take this, thank you very much."
His comment earning a soft giggle from you.
"Hey." Dean greeted. "We ready to go?" He questioned, his voice breathy, as he placed his hands on his hips.
Sam nodded, before making his way towards the garage, leaving you and Dean alone. The tension between you, had been growing at a rapid rate lately. It had begun making anyone around you, uncomfortable. Sam was the only one who knew of your feelings for him.
"Ready to go, sweetheart?" He questioned, his mossy eyes sparkling.
You hummed in response, beginning to trudge down the corridor.
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Sighing for what felt like the thousandth time, you gazed out of the window, only to be met with cornstalks. The same that you've seen on the road, for the past few hours.
"Where did you say we were going?" You questioned, tugged one of your headphones out, gazing to the front seat between Dean and Sam.
"Do you not pay attention?" Dean snapped, glaring at you in the review mirror.
Frowning slightly, you dropped your gaze back to your lap.
"Dean!" Sam hissed, his tone filled with annoyance. "She's just asking a question."
Dean scoffed, before rolling his eyes. "She should've been paying attention the first ten times we've said it."
All of you had been stuck in the impala for the past Five hours. It was starting to get to everyone.
Sam shot Dean a Bitch face, before scoffing. "We're going to, Y/H/T."
Ice began coursing through your veins. A squeak fell from your lips in response. Neither one of the boys, knew where you were from. Panic, quickly overwhelmed you at the thought of seeing your family again. It had been a few years since you had been back.
