Ashes
Summary: Y/N was raised by Bobby after her parents were killed by demons. She was born and raised to be a hunter. When she sees Sam and Dean again for the first time since childhood, how will her story change?
A/N: Slight AU, this story will not fit any plot lines in the show, but still within the Supernatural world, no major changes. Eventual smut, and eventual love triangle, Sam and Dean obviously. Hopefully, this inspiration will stick with me.
Prologue
“Bobby the demon is closing in, you have to take Y/N, they can’t get to her she’s important,” my father thought that I couldn’t hear him on the other side of the house, but I could. I was sitting in the living room warming up by the fireplace. I had been to Bobby’s house before, but never for very long.
“Jesus Christ Joe, what have you gotten yourself into? Why are they chasing your tail?” Bobby was concerned he was obviously a good friend to my parents; he knew all about this stuff. I knew that I would be safe here.
“They’re after her, she’s important, they can’t get their hands on her, here this will tell you everything you need to know,” I knew my father handed him the book, the one with all the answers.
“This can’t be real, this is just a myth,”
“It’s very real Bobby, I need you to teach her how to fit in, how to look like just a normal hunter.”
“I’ll do my best.” My father left in a hurry, I could hear Bobby’s booted footsteps headed into the living room, “hey Y/N. You’re gonna be staying here for a while. Just until your folks get back.”
“They won’t be coming back Bobby, this will be their last hunt,” I suppose this was rather a lot for him to process, even for a hunter.
I had been at Bobby’s two months when we got the news that my parents had passed. I felt sad, but I expected it and grieved it in my own time. A month after that was when I met the Winchesters. Their father had dropped them off while he was hunting, something about them “getting in the way.”
Not wanting to socialize I walked out the backdoor and went to the gun range that Bobby had in the yard. I started to shoot cans with a pellet gun as he has yet to let me use a real gun unsupervised. I heard footsteps behind me and purposely ignored them.
“You know that if you keep both eyes open, you’ll get a better shot,” the boy a couple years older than me said.
“I’ll manage,” I said shooting right in the middle of the bullseye just to make a point. He sat backwards on a chair watching me shoot. “Can I help you?” I snarkily asked.
“Names Dean, Bobby sent me out here to check on you.”
“I’m fine.”
Suddenly in the distance I heard Bobby yelling for us, “Y/N, Dean, get your asses inside this house dinner’s done.” I set the gun down and walked inside, virtually ignoring the small talk that Dean was tying to make. I wasn’t in the mood, nor was I fond of strangers, anyone could be a demon and I had to be ready. Dinner was like watching monkeys in a zoo. Sam, who I found out was the younger brother, and Dean piled their plates high and shoved food in their mouths like they hadn’t eaten in months, “will you boys have some manners,” Bobby scolded them, which made me smirk a little, not because he yelled at them, but because he didn’t really have manners himself, but Dean took it wrong.
“What’s so funny?” He asked wiping potato off his chin.
“Nothing,” I said returning to pushing food around my plate.
“Y/N eat your food, there ain’t nothin’ wrong with it,” Bobby scolded me. To which I begrudgingly ate more.
Fast forward a couple weeks and I actually became pretty good friends with the Winchester boys. Sam was more interested in learning and was great for studying with. Dean was into hunting and fighting, which made him an excellent sparing partner, until Bobby caught us.
“Boy don’t you know better than to fight a girl.”
“I wasn’t gonna hurt her,” Dean argued to which Bobby waved his hand to signal that Dean needed to leave.
“Are you crazy Y/N? You can’ t fight him, what if you lose control? His dad is a shoot first ask question later hunter. If they think for one minute that you are what you are he would kill you right here.”
“I’m sorry Bobby,” and I was sincere. I hadn’t thought about it and I should have. Not long after John Winchester picked up his boys and drove away and I didn’t see them for 8 years.
