Warnings: Violence? Swearing grammar punctuation and spelling mistakes
Summary: so uh here’s the thing I suck at summary’s so just read
You have been living with the Winchester’s for about a month now...
The asshat actually made you go to school. You signed up at the office with Sam and started in a week. One week to make it so you didn’t have to go. As soon as you got back to the bunker you went to the bathroom and grabbed the hunters first aid hit. It had salt a lighter dental floss, cotton balls, guaze, rubbing alcohol and a pack of sewing needles. You grabbed it and went to your room. It was simple just a bed with green sheets, obviously cement walls and a black rug on the floor. You went to your wall where a mirror hung. You sterilized the needle with the lighter and counted to three. You shoved the needle through your septum and before you pushed it all the way through you went to your dresser that was up against the far wall and grabbed the nose jewelry you stole the last time you went on a run with Sam. Putting the pericing in was as painful as 99 paper cuts. You cleaned it with a cotton ball and rubbing alcohol. Putting everything away you got out you grabbed your makeup- that you also swiped when Dean took you to the closet mall for clothes shopping. You drew on eyeliner and put on mascara. You did one final look in the mirror and went to talk the the boys.
“Hey Y/N I was wondering- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!?” Dean pointed to your face and screamed like a 12 year old girl who saw a spider.
“Its makeup dipshit.” Sam cam up behind you holding a plate of food. Most likely for Dean consider the guy can barely take care of himself. As you turned to look at him Dean started talking again.
“Sammy! Tell her no! She isn’t aloud to where that shit and she punched a fucking hole in her nose!! Tell her to take it out!” Sam looked mildly horrified as he set the plate on the library table.
“Y/N.. why did you perice your nose?”
“I wanted to.” You shrugged and started to walk to the map room. Dean moves around you so he blocked your way.
“Too young- you are too young!” He shouted. Now you had a full on shit eating grin.
“I’m 16 smartass.” You remarked.
“Okay okay! Calm down, Dean she is just expressing herself through makeup. It not a huge deal.” Sam spoke.
“She.Has.A.Hole.In.Her.Face!!!”
“Awe Dean just listen to Sammy. It’s not a big deal.” You walked back to your room and sat there with a giant grin of your face. Step one is done.
A couple days later with only five more days to go to school you decided to take the next step. At night you researched cases and beasts you thought to be mystical. You had learned enough to know that a couple states over there was a werewolf case. All victims found with hearts gone. So the next morning you put your plan in action.
“Dean.... I’m boredddd.” You said while sitting at the map table as he researched a monster that was causing people to die prematurely.
“Not my problem Y/N.” He said not even looking up from the lore book.
“Hey Sam did you know there is a werewolf case about a days drive away.” He almost choked on his coffee.
“How do you know what a werewolf case looks like?” Dean eyes were glowing with anger.
“There are tons of books and files on them here. I wanna go kill it. Will you take me?” You said not even offering a glance at Dean.
“No. You will it go on hunts. The most you will ever do is read about them. Are we clear?” Dean said looking you strait in the eyes.
“He’s right Y/N. You won’t go on a hunt. Ever. As long as we are here you will not.” Sam stood and left the room.
Dean wasn’t looking at you anymore he was looking through you with a sad expression on his face.
“I’m still bored.” He again looked at you and had a ghost of a smile.
Part three was the hardest and probably the one that would work though. You had been talking to another hunters son. Sam has gone on a hunt and needed information about the thing. The boy called to get the information from Dean but you picked up instead. Now you guys have been texting.
You sat in the kitchen with a sandwich in front of you. Your phone facing up and getting texts from Joel. The case had ended about a day ago and Sam was home. Joel was sweet but just wasn’t your type. As Sam walked in he sat down across from you with a beer.
“Hey so Y/N Dean and I were talking and-*ding*.” Your phone went off. Then again and again. Finally Sam took it and looked at the texts.
“What the hell Y/N.” Sam set your phone down and rubbed his forehead.
“What?” You took your phone and put it in your pocket.
“Dean is going to have a heart attack.”
“Actually I came In here to talk to you about something.. Dean and I have talked about you meeting some uh people.” Confused you took a defensive stance.
“And what does that mean Samuel?”
“We have some friends that are away right now, in fact they are also helping Dean.. they are going to come here in about an hour..” deciding to take it a step further you reasponded.
“Is one cute? Or maybe hot? Like what do they look like. How big are his hands? You know what they say Sammy big hands- big feet big-“
He got up with his beer and left. So Dean would be home in an hour or so with the guets and you needed to up the anti. In your room you put on the shortest pair of short you had, a tight shirt with a flannel unbottend and just put on your same old shoes.
You applied heavy eyeliner and mascara and put on your worst attitude. Now this would surly delay school for at least a couple more days.
As Dean came in through the heavy door you waited in the libary with the very phone the boys gave you while texting Joel. He was getting flirty and you grew impatient. Sam and Dean called you into the map room and you gladly got up to go. You texted Joel back and put the phone in your pocket. You pulled up your shorts a bit and went to great the guets. There was a guy wearing a trench coat and another wearing jeans and a green jacket. As you sat in a chair of the map room you put your feet up on the table.
“What the hell are you wearing?!”
“No not that those.” He pointed to your shorts and the two men also looked confused.
“What do you mean?” The sickingly sweet voice almost drove yourself crazy.
“THATS IT!” Dean hit the table and you flinched. Sam saw but was to concerned about the high tension in the room.
“YOU WALK AROUND HERE LIKE THE WORLD OWES YOU SOMETHING! YOU THINK THAT GIVING YOU A PLACE TO STAY AND FOOD WAS ENOUGH BUT APPARENTLY NOT! SO TELL ME Y/N WHAT ELS DO YOU WANT?!” Shock ran hot through your body. So you did what you do best and hide it with attitude.
“Stop trying to be my dad I have a dad!!” You stood as you yelled.
“Oh yeah because he cared so much about you! He used you as a punching bag! He didn’t love you Y/N!” You stepped back. The words sinking in and sadness taking over. The room got so quite, but the air was as thick as a war zone. You made yourself look at Dean through you tears and quite crying.
“I don’t need you. I could leave and just go. Maybe go back home. They wanted me at least.” You turn to pack your shit but again he had to open his trap.
“They didn’t need you Y/N the used you.” You turned on your heel and ran to him smaking him across the face. You made a fist and hit him in the chest. He backed away but you continued your outburst. You hit shoved and smacked him. Finally Sam grabbed you from behind and lifted you away from Dean.
“DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME THEY DIDN’T WANT ME!” You struggled against Sam and yearned to knock the daylights out of the elder Winchester.
“CAS!” Sam’s voice echoed. You paid him no mind though. You were full on crying and scratching at his arms so you could get back to Dean. Cas walked in front of your veiw and raised to fingers. Then all went black.
You woke up in your bed your shoes were off and you were covered with a blanket. You rolled over and started to cry. You cluched your stomach and started to rock. Grabbing the blanket and put it to your face. Covering your mouth and nose to try and silence the sobbing. You layed back down and continued rocking and crying.
“I don’t know Dean but maybe you should try and talk to her.”
“No. She obviously doesn’t want to talk.” His face was bruising already and had cut on his lip. Sam has bled a bit from you scratching at his arms.
“She is awake.” The brothers looked at each other. Sam stood and followed Dean down the hall.
You heard the echo of the footsteps and you covered your head with the blanket. Your door opened and you tried to dry your eyes.
“Get out.” You voice sounded weak and you hated it.
“No you can’t do that! Not again just -damn it- talk to us!” Dean pulled your blanket off of you and you curled into a ball.
“What do you want? Why can’t you just leave me? Why didn’t you just take me to a bus station?” Again the tears started and Sam sat down on your bed. He put his hand on your arm. You cried harder.
“Why Y/N why are you acting like this?” You sat up and wiped your face.
“The last time I went to school was when I snuck out of my house to go. When my father found out he dragged me home and beat me til I passed out. When I woke up he told me he loved me and that I needed to follow his rules. I was in 7th grade. 7th grade! So yeah I have been acting up! But I can’t go to high school I don’t know shit!” Dam sat down on your bed while Dean chose to stand. Sam put his hand on your arm.
“Look Y/N enough is enough. No more acting out like this. For now until we find another way to get you an education you don’t have to go to public school.” You nodded unable to show much more emotion.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.” Dam nodded but Dean let out a laugh.
“Oh Y/N if you think a little attitude would drive us off you are wrong. More wrong than sauce on a steak.” Sam laughed at the comment and you let a grin show.
After about 30 min you left your room to shower. You grabbed your towel but completely forgetting clothes. It was too late once you realized this. You were already done with showering and had the towel wrapped tight around your body. The bunker was big there was hardly a chance you would run into someone. Wrong. About halfway to your room you ran smack into the guy from earlier. His hair blonde and eyes brilliant.
“I uh I’m sorry I didn’t see you!” He apologized profusely.
“I’m Y/N.” You put on a fake confident smile.
“I uh I’m Jack.” This time you have him a genuine smile. You walked around him still clutching your towel. As you arrived in your room butterflies became prominent. He was flat out delicious.
FEEDBACK IS THE BEST FORM OF EXPRESSION!!!!
