Saving Sammy...Again

Dean's POV

"It'll be dark in about an hour, we'll leave then," you decided.

"Ok, sounds like a plan," Y/n replied.

If you were honest with yourself, you didn't know what to say to her whatsoever. What could you say?

Oh by the way I'm sorry I was a total ass to you three weeks ago, I did it on purpose so you and Bobby and Sammy wouldn't hate me?

No way that would end well.

So you've been trying to act like nothing happened between you two and that everything was normal. It was hard though, you've really missed her and you wanted to tell her how sorry you were. You still didn't think being in a relationship with her was a good idea but you hating the way you had acted towards her.

So you were trying to act like it never happened in the first place.

"So how's Stanford been going?" You asked Y/n trying to break the awkward silence as you started getting things ready.

"It's been...fine," she said a bit hesitantly.

"That doesn't sound like a good fine," you pointed out lightheartedly, noticing her hesitance.

"It's just seemed pretty boring now I suppose," she responded.

You nodded and hoped she would try to come up with some conversation but she didn't respond after that. So you busied your hands with weapons and salt not really sure what to say now. She stood there looking uncomfortable for a moment longer before preparing herself for later.

As you were getting ready, you couldn't help but sneak a few glances at her when she wasn't looking. You remembered how beautiful she is but now that she was standing by your side again, it was hard to keep your eyes off of her.

For some reason it was hard to believe she was actually here. You've thought about calling her so many times, about telling her that you were sorry or just talking about whatever comes to mind. Just the sound of her voice, angry or not, would be enough.

You wondered if she was still mad, you'd understand if she was, but you hoped that she wasn't. Even though you wanted to fix things so everything would be good between you and her, you weren't going to bring it up and mess it up worse than before.

And that's how you found yourself enduring this awkward silence until you were on your way to get Sammy.

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Y/n's POV

You were gazing out the window of Baby while sitting shotgun and trying to ignore the tense silence between you and Dean. Even though you knew the tenacity was from your fight, you could also blame it on Sam's capture. With the short time you've known Dean you could easily tell he was protective of his younger brother, this couldn't be easy on him.

"Don't worry, we'll get our Samantha back," you said confidently.

You saw Dean glance over at you before giving you a small smile. Well, you thought, at least that's something. As you were about to say something else, desperate to change the atmosphere, he decided to beat you to it.

"I know we will," he responded. "How are you feeling about this? This is only your second hunt and with demons no less," he added with concern.

"Not gonna lie, I'm scared out of my goddamn mind," you said chuckling nervously, "but that doesn't matter, all that matters is that we get Sam back safe and sound."

"Good, now do you remember the exorcism I taught you?" he asked not unkindly.

While you were discussing what the two of you were going to be doing and how you were going to do it, Dean had suggested that you try to memorize an exorcism. You were already fairly good with Latin but you had a paper with it written just in case.

But with how much you practiced waiting for the sun to set, you were able to recite the entire thing back to him. Only pausing and trying to remember certain parts a few times.

"God, you remind me of Sam," Dean said teasingly at how fast you were able to learn it.

After Dean's little joke, your conversation became more casual and it seemed like all the awkwardness melted away. The two of you talked and talked like you were childhood friends only stopping when you reached your destination.

It was a surprisingly well kept home in the middle of nowhere. It was a dark crimson that reminded you of blood, how fitting. The house was fairly big, you guessed it could fit about 3 bedrooms, and there was even flowers around the front yard.

The only thing putting this place from any other is the dark feeling you got by simply looking at it.

Dean got out of the Impala first and went right to get his weapons, you quickly followed. You kept looking back at the house while stocking up. There was just something about it that made you not want to have your back turned to it.

Suddenly you felt a hand touch your shoulder, making you jump before taking your eyes off the house to see that it's Dean.

"Hey, you ready?" He asked and you nodded.

"As ready as I'll ever be," you answered shrugging.

You and Dean shared a smile before making you way into the back entrance. As you walked through the house you couldn't help but noticing how quiet it was, almost too quiet. That was when they appeared, that was when the fight began.

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Sam's POV

You sat there in your chair waiting for any signs of Dean and Y/n. The man in front of you, Castiel, seemed to be staring into space and not paying attention. How can this guy be an angel? You wondered.

He stayed like that, until there was loud noises coming from somewhere in the house. At that point Castiel snapped out of hi trance and you quickly looked toward the door, expecting them to burst in any moment. You glanced back at the angel, only to find that he wasn't there anymore.

Alright Sam, time to channel your acting skills, you told yourself bracing for the lie.

It took a few minutes, you heard crashing and yelling the whole time, but the two finally stumbled into the room. You noticed they were beaten up pretty badly, and you hoped that all that blood wasn't theirs. You decided you'd take care of that when all of you were safe back at the motel room.

"Heya Samantha, did ya miss me?" Y/n said happily, a smile forming on her lips as she untied You.

Once you were free from that damn chair, you stood up only to be tackled by Y/n hugging you tight. You hugged her back, happy to see your friend again after what seemed like forever.

"Can we save the reunion for after we are risking our asses?" Dean said and you couldn't help but smirk when you noticed the hint of jealousy in his voice.

She must not have caught on though, because she broke the hug. "Alright then let's go," she said and walked out of the room.

"Smooth Dean," you said sarcastically. Dean shot you a glare before giving you a side hug.

"I'm glad you're safe, now let's get the hell out of here," he replied before following after Y/n and you followed suit.

The gang was back together again.