Cabin Life

Whitefish, Montana

Three Weeks Later

Dull grey light seeps in from the sheer curtains, illuminating the rotted wood walls of the place the group was currently calling home. The concrete floors covered in a thin layer of dead leaves scattered across it's stone surface paired with the poor insulation could make you believe you were living outside. Leaning back in a chair, pawing through the pages of a thick looking book, Sam reads the small words written across the yellowing pages. Sitting on the couch next to Dean, his casted leg resting across her thighs, (y/n) watches the sizzling screen of the T.V. in front of them. Dramatic sounding crying echoes throughout the entire home as the dark haired woman on the screen sobs into a dead man's arms. Suddenly, the door to the cabin creaks open, Bobby's booted feet thudding loudly against the concrete floors.

"Dude-" Dean calls out to the older hunter, face strangely distraught as Bobby makes his way towards the pair sitting on the couch ,"-Ricardo"

"What happened?"

"Suicidio" Dean states grimly, a small smile spreading across (y/n)'s soft lips as she watches the two men completely focus their attention on the cheesy drama

"Adios, ese" Bobby sighs sadly before reaching into his coat pocket to grab a set of keys. He tosses them to Dean, the man catching them clumsily in his hands

"Is this...?" Bobby nods with an eye roll, watching the growing excitement in Dean's green eyes

"That outta cheer you up"

"My baby!" He states the name of his car fondly, eyes glancing to the cast on his leg still resting on top of (y/n)'s thighs ,"Now I just got to get this stupid thing off so I can drive her again."

"So, how is it out there?" Sam asks Bobby, the three all turning to watch as the older hunter fixes himself a drink. The past 3 weeks have been hell on earth, the group stuck at home while Bobby went out to check on how things were in the outside world. Bobby sighs tiredly

"Weird with a side order of bloody-" there's a frustration in his voice as he continues to explain ,"-talked to a few hunters. They're running into the same kind of thing that set up shop at that hospital."

"Yeah, and don't forget tried to kill us at your place" Dean states bitterly, motioning towards his healing leg

"Well, consensus is, they're like shapeshifters. Only, a lot more into eating folk and nothing can kill 'em."

"Good times. Anything else?" Dean asks him, anger lacing his words.

"Yeah, they bleed black goo-"

"Like that stuff that came out of Cas. The Leviathans"

"They seem to be popping up everywhere now" (y/n) adds with a sigh ,"I could smell them all over that hospital, I could only imagine how many more there are out there."

"Sam?" Dean's concerned filled voice suddenly grabs all of their attention, the group turning to watch as Sam seems to stare off into space. When Dean doesn't get a response, he tries to call out to him again, the group watching with worried gazes as Sam slowly snaps out of it. (y/n) notes the way he begins to rub roughly at his palm, the deep red scarring prominent on his paler skin.

"What?"

"You okay?" Dean asks, but it's clear that he isn't going to believe the answer he's going to get from his brother. Sam nods, still pressing into the scar across his hand

"Yeah. I'm fine."

The group share knowing looks towards each other, eyes trying to hide the concern they feel for the strangely out of it Sam. Bobby, deciding to change the subject since he knows he shouldn't be pestering the kid, clears his throat loudly

"Good..." Bobby offers a tight lipped smile before continuing as if nothing had happened ,"Every last bit of info I ever had burned down, so it's going to be hard to rely on me if you need to know something."

"What about this place?" Dean asks motioning towards the small door near the back of the home ,"Rufus leave anything? Did you check the basement?"

"C-rations and dust. I don't think he'd been here in years honestly. I'm going to have to go round up my old library-"

"I thought you said most of those books were one-of-a- kind?" Sam furrows his eyebrows, leaning back into his chair. Bobby let's out another tired sigh

"Yeah. That's why I stashed copies all over the place."

There's a moment of silence that falls upon the group, Dean playing with the keys in his fingers, the metal jingling faintly throughout the room.

"Okay, uh, good..." He finally says, turning to meet Sam's gaze ,"Hey, uh, two-legs. We're fresh out of grub. Want to make a run?"

"Sure thing" Sam stands from his seat and catches the keys Dean tosses his way.

"Be careful with her, would you?" Sam scoffs lightly before Dean calls out to him ,"And, uh, Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Pie"

"Obviously" Sam laughs at the seriousness in the hunters eyes, pulling on a jacket before opening the door to leave the musty home. Swinging it shut behind him, Sam's form is gone, leaving the Phoenix and the two hunters alone together again. Waiting for the low purr of the engine outside, Dean finally turns to Bobby still seated at the kitchen table. He raises his eyebrows

"So?"

"So what?" Bobby asks through narrowed eyes.

"Before you bail again, 'girl, interrupted' over there-" He clarifies, motioning to the door where Sam just disappeared behind ,"-Any thoughts?"

(y/n) watches silently as Bobby seems indifferent to the entire situation, almost as if he was too tired to be talking about Sam right now after everything that's happened.

"Looks to me like he's doing better, Dean"

"Better?" Dean accuses the older hunter, frustration lacing his voice ,"What do you mean, better? You just saw him-!"

"Saw him check out once. That's progress-" Bobby tries to defend but is interrupted by Dean's sarcastic chuckle

"You're kidding!"

"Look-" Bobby sighs ,"-seems to me that Sam's head ain't no different than your leg. People heal on a curve"

"Not diff--Bobby, I get this thing off in five days, I'm golden! Sam's no a curve, he's a freakin' time bomb"

"It ain't like he's keeping secrets." Bobby's voice remains calm and collected as he speaks to the angered Dean ,"What you see is what you get. What's so nuts about calling an upswing?"

"Because that's not how it works, Bobby, ever! All right? Especially not with Sam. The other shoe is going to drop, it's just a matter of when."

"Then we'll deal with him when that happens, Dean-" (y/n) finally speaks up, voice soft as she tries to calm him ,"-we can't spend all of our time right now worrying about what might happen."

"(y/n)'s right, how 'bout we worry about today's problems? And today, we need intel."

Dean seems to finally give up, too tired to keep arguing with the older hunter. Bobby motions to the girl, urging her to follow after him as he makes his way towards the front door of the cabin. She stands from the couch and gently places Dean's injured leg on top of a pillow to substitute for her thighs. He furrowed his eyebrows at her movement.

"Where are you going?" he asks the pair as they move towards the rotted wood door. Bobby swings the wood slab open, revealing the dull grey world outside, pine trees swaying in the wind in the distance

"We are leaving-" He points a finger towards the lonesome hunter before ushering the girl outside with him ,"-you sit there and stew for a bit. We'll check in later"

"Bobby-" Dean doesn't finish his thought, biting at his lip as he avoids the older hunter's gaze. There's a vulnerability in his eyes, anxiety coursing through his veins as he lets his thoughts run rampant. Bobby sighs upon seeing the sight

"Look, you sitting here, wringing your hands, ain't gonna do nothing...Maybe he'll surprise you."

With those words, the pair exit the small cabin, swinging the door shut with a chilling finality behind them. (y/n) couldn't help but feel a little bad at leaving the brother alone, knowing that he'll just continue to worry himself over everything, but a part of her was glad to give him the opportunity to think for a bit. She just hoped he'd understand that they needed to start believing in Sam instead of treating him as if he were glass about to shatter. The thing about glass is that it always shatters, eventually the ball will drop and the ground will be covered in it's sharp shards. What he needs to realize is that they can't prevent the inevitable, they can just sit by and let Sam be normal until the day comes when they need to step in and help him. (y/n) just hoped that day wouldn't be soon.