You woke up in Dean’s arms. Your head was resting on his chests and his other arm was around you. You looked up to see Dean also waking up. He smiled when he saw you looking at him.
Dean: ”Morning beautiful.” He smiled and kissed you on your forehead.
Neither of you didn’t really be careful with the bruises and wounds you have last night. The emotional rush that went through both of your bodies took all the attention.
He was petting your back so he quickly noticed the old scars you had. You felt his gaze at you so you slowly lifted you head.
Dean: ”Are these the scars your father did?”
You nodded. His face tensed up.
Dean: ”I’m so sorry about that.” He knew it was hard for you to talk about it so he tried to remain calm.
You were amazed. This was not the thing you were excepting.
You rolled on to him and kissed him. You rapidly got out of bed.
Yn: ”The last one in the bathroom is a rotten egg!” You giggled and run out of the room. You could hear his steps getting closer to you.
Yn: ”Hah! I was the first one!” You laughed in the bathroom. He lifted you up and kissed you.
Dean: ”You’re amazing.” You washed your teeth together. He was looking at you through the mirror the whole time.
It wasn’t hard to get comfortable with him. You have been living with them so long that they are practically like your family.
You and Dean walked to the library. Sam usually was the one waking up early but not this time. He wasn’t there.
Dean: ”Weird. He must be exhausted to sleep this long.”
Yn: ”Yeah. I’ll go make some coffee.”
You walked to the kitchen and grabbed an apple.
Another week has passed. It felt like an year. The bunker felt so empty without you. Your laughing always filled the room with happines. Winchesters has lost all hope. They didn’t talk that much anymore. Only grieved. The air was filled with guilt and sadness.
Sam and Dean are sitting around the table in the library.
Dean: ”She would’ve atleast deserved a hunters funeral.” He said and once again pressed a bottle against his lips
Sam didn’t say anything for a while.
Sam: ”I’m sorry Dean. I shouldn’t let her come with me.”
Dean looked at Sam without saying a word.
Suddenly the bunkers door handle moved. The brothers quickly looked at eachother. There haven’t been visiters in here in a long time. Expect Castiel. But he doesn’t use doors if he decides to visit.
Sam and Dean pulled out guns and walked closer to the staircase leading to the door. They were both pointing the guns at the door.
Slowly the door opened. Small, familiar steps pressed on the floor. Yn walked in. You looked bad. Ripped clothes, messy hair, wounds and bruises everywhere.
Sam and Dean put their guns down. They looked astonished. Sam run up the stairs and carefully wrapped his arms around you. Like he was afraid that you would vanish. He tried not to touch any of your bruises or wounds. The arms that held you were soft, yet strong. They seemed very protective wrapped around your frail body.
Sam: ”I’m so so sorry Yn. If I could change anything I would. I’m sorry.”
He sounded so emotionally weak.
Yn: ”It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault Sammy.”
His whole body felt more calm after that. It’s like those words were exactly what he needed to hear.
Sam softly pulled away from the hug.
Sam: ”Where were you? What happened? How are you here?”
Yn: ”I don’t know.”
You looked at Dean. He was downstairs. He has stared at you this whole time. His eyes filled with tears. You walked down to him.
It has been a week since you disappeared. Sam and Dean has been trying to do their best to find you, but still they have no clue of what happened. Nothing. They have extorted other demons to get information about you. They’ve even asked Castiel to help. It has been so long and no one has heard about you. The boys are losing hope.
Dean deals with it by drinking every night. Sam on the other hand feels so guilty. He incessantly tries to find clues about you. Even though deep down he knows that they are losing this fight.
Sam: *through the door* ”Dean, please. You need to eat something.”
Dean spents his days in your room.
Dean: ”I’m not hungry, okay?” He mumbles, raising the bottle against his lips.
Sam: *sighs* ”We will find her. We will save her.” Dean didn’t answer. He lays on our bed listening to music and drinking. You were the only woman Dean has ever cared about that much.
He takes his phone and goes through your old messages. He finds an voicemail of yours.
Yn: ”Hi, Dean. There is multiple pies to choose from. Apple pie, blackberry pie, blueberry pie, bumbleberry pie and bean pie which for my opinion sounds pretty weird *laughing*. Which one do you want?”
Tears are filling Deans eyes. He puts his phone close to his chest hoping that it will feel like tou were here with him. Hearing your beautiful voice calms him but also st the same time tortures him.
Even though you could think that Winchsters are used to the pain. It never gets easier. The burning pain in Sam’s chest is killing him inside. The guilt he feels. Sam is trying his best not to yell at Dean. All he needs is to vent his feelings and emotions. Still all he does is trying to find the demon.
The boys are devastated.