A/N: When Sam shut the gates of hell Dean promised that he would take care of Sam’s little girl. However things didn’t go the way anybody suspected. After Dean settles into his apple pie life he drifts away from his niece, who decides to take her future into her own hands.
Word Count: 1986
Warnings: Angst
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It had been eight years since you walked away from Dean on your eighteenth birthday. Not a single day passed that Dean didn’t think about you. He had tried to contact you a few days after you left but you had already ditched your phone. About a year after you left he made the two day drive to the bunker, but when he got there he discovered that you had somehow changed all of the locks; he couldn’t even get in. He didn’t want to contact any of his old hunter buddies for the fear of getting dragged back in. The only person he did try to contact was Cas, but he never responded.
Eventually he gave up.
Allison and the kids still asked about you but he made up a story about you wanting to get out and see the world; it wasn’t entirely a lie. He told them that you’d come back when you were ready, like Dean was hoping you would and he would be waiting with open arms; but he knew that was never going to happen.
He learned to deal with the guilt from lying to his family.
The guilt from letting you down.
But he never got used to the guilt from breaking his promise to Sam.
That evening was just like any other; everyone was sitting at the dinner table, eating the pasta that Allison had made. Dean was fully settled in his apple pie life and was no where near ready for what knocked on his door during dinner that night.
Jake shot out of his seat when he heard someone knocking on the door “I got it!” He shouted as he ran for the front door, excited to see who was visiting. Dean followed close behind him, the instinct of not knowing what could be on the other side of the door had never left him. However Dean froze when Jake opened the door with Garth standing on the other side.
“Hey Dean.” Garth said with a sad smile.
“Jake, go back to the table, I’ll be there in a minute.” Dean said to his son as he walked out the door and closed it behind him. “Garth, what the hell are you doing here?” He asked angrily, worried that something followed him to Dean’s personal sanctuary.
“I had to come here.” Garth said defending himself, “I promised Y/N.”
“Y/N? Have-have you heard from her?” Dean questioned the man in front of him.
“Yeah, she uh, she contacted me not too long after she moved into the bunker. I came and moved in, that place is amazing. She turned it into a hunter’s sanctuary, it’s home base for a lot of hunters.” Garth said with a fond smile. “Y/N, Dean you did a great job raising her.”
Dean shook his head, unable to take the guilt that was rising, “No, she-she raised herself, everything else is just stuff she got from Sam. Is-is she okay though? I haven’t heard from her since she left.”
“That’s um, that’s why I’m here. Y/N, she-Dean I don’t know how to tell you but she’s, she’s gone.” Garth told Dean sadly. “She always told me if anything happened to her that I need to come to you in person and tell you.”
“She’s, what? No. No that’s not possible Garth. She’s only twenty five, she-she’s not.” Dean said but couldn't finish his sentence, he couldn’t even finish a thought.
“She‘s um-she’s dead Dean. It was a shifter, we got it, but Y/N-Y/N didn’t make it.” Garth said as a tear fell down his cheek.
“She can’t be dead.” Dean replied sadly, feeling his heart crumple.
He never had the chance to make things right with you.
He never got to make you part of the family like he wanted.
He never got to say he was sorry.
“I’m sorry Dean. We’re um, gonna give her a hunter’s funeral in three days back at the bunker. We wanted everyone to have a chance to make it back to base before we did it; we wanted everyone to be able to say goodbye.” Garth told Dean, who just nodded his head in understanding. “Alright, I’m gonna head back and Dean, I am sorry, Y/N, she was the best of us. I know if it wasn’t for her most of us wouldn’t still be here.”
A day later Dean found himself driving in the impala towards Kansas. Allison and the kids had tried to come but he insisted that he needed to go alone, that he would bring them out later so that they could say goodbye. Dean didn’t want them around the other hunters was the excuse he kept telling himself for not telling his family come, but in reality he wanted to do this alone.
He didn’t want his family to see him break.
Pulling into the garage of the bunker he was shocked to see so many cars. You really did turn the bunker into a place where all hunters could have a home.
Dean never felt more like an outsider then when he walked down the stairs of the bunker for the first time in twenty years. There were people spread all throughout the room who all stared at him as he proceeded down the stairway.
“Dean!” He heard his name being called from the crowd. He saw someone moving forward and soon he was being hugged by none other then Jody Mills. “Hey Dean.” She said sadly as she let him go.
“Jody, hey.” Dean replied, shocked to be seeing her there.
“Surprised I’m here?” She asked, reading his mind.
“Just a bit.” Dean responded out of breath.
“Yeah well, that’s Y/N for ya, she knew everybody. She found my name in one of Sam’s old books and gave me a call not long after she moved back to the bunker.” Jody told him, Dean simply nodded his head in response.
“Dean?” He heard his name being called by a voice he remembered, Charlie Bradbury.
“Charlie?” He replied as she engulfed him in an embrace.
“Hey there!” She said happily.
“Dean, glad you made it.” Garth added as he walked into the room.
“Damn, Y/N really did know everyone.” Dean stated sadly.
“Yeah, she was one hell of a friend to have.” Jody told Dean, giving his arm a squeeze.
“Sounds like it.” He replied.
“You would know, you did raise her.” Charlie said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Yeah, but, she’s more Sam then me, basically raised herself.” Dean stated.
“Don’t worry Dean, she forgave you.” Charlie told the little group who had wandered into the library away from the observant eyes of everyone else in the room.
Dean just gave a nervous chuckle in reply, “Follow me.” Jody said, lightly grabbing his arm. She led him down the hallway that had bedrooms, “She took Sam’s old room, let everyone else have whatever room they wanted, except for one.” She stopped walking right in front of one room that had the door closed, his old room “No one’s allowed in there and we all respected the rule. Go rest, I’ll come get you if anything interesting happens.” Jody told him, giving him a nudge towards the door.
Dean stared at his old room for a few minutes before deciding to walk around and take everything in. Nothing had changed; he had weapons still on the wall, the records were still by his bed, even the same old photographs were on his desk. He picked them up and looked at them one by one.
The photo of him, Sam, and his mother.
Sam, John, and himself.
He took a deep breath as he got to the pictures with you in them.
Sam and you the day you were born.
Sam, you, and himself when you were a toddler.
Then finally you and Dean during your final birthday that Sam was alive.
A tear landed on Dean’s hand; he didn’t even realize that he started to cry.
This was all just so messed up, this wasn’t how any of it was supposed to go. Sam was supposed to raise you in a normal life, you were supposed to be the happy girl that you had always been since you were born. Sam and you were supposed to live happily ever after.
But Dean couldn’t kill that damn hell hound whereas Sam could.
It was on Dean to shut the gates of hell.
Instead Sam died. You died. All while Dean got to have a fairy tale life.
Dean sat down on the bed while he continued to stare at the photo of you and Sam when you were first born. As he shuffled around on the bed Dean heard the sound of paper crumpling. Confused, he turned around and grabbed the envelope that was near his hand.
The front of it had his name written on it and it was your handwriting from what he could remember. He slowly opened it and pulled out the letter inside of it. As Dean read your words he couldn’t help but let a sob out as sadness overtook him.
Hey Uncle Dean,
If you’re reading this then I guess I’m gone. I have no idea what took me out but I’m hoping whatever I died for was worth it. It probably was. I’m glad that you decided to come and thank Garth for me for going and getting you.
I know that things between us got complicated and messy, I am sorry about that. I was just so blind to a lot of things and it took a lot of growing up to get it, but I think that I finally do. When my dad died you took on the responsibility of his kid, something not many people would do, so when I said thank you for it on my 18th birthday, I meant it. I know you probably made yourself feel like crap about it over the years but you really did do an amazing job taking care of me. I never needed anything and whenever I wanted something, you provided it.
You were a great uncle.
I know that I gave you a lot of crap, saying you forgot about me when you got married and had kids. I am sorry for the way I said it, I was a pissed off teenager so you gotta give me that. But, you did get yourself wrapped up in your own life and I wanted to make sure you knew that it’s okay. I don’t blame you for it anymore. You had every right to live your own life. After everything that you and dad did for the world you earned it. It was on me for isolating myself. But like I said, I was a pissed off teenager who was just mad at the world for not having her dad.
I love you Uncle De and I’m sorry that I missed out on all the time we could have had together. By the time I realized all of this I had already created this amazing hunter network and didn’t wanna bring it anywhere near you because I didn’t wanna risk dragging you back in.
I do need you to do one favor for me. Forgive yourself? I know that you’ve probably blamed yourself for years over everything and I need you to let it go. Make your peace with it like I have. I loved you and thank you for being the father I needed when mine couldn’t be there.
Don’t worry about missing me, you’ll get up to heaven eventually. Until then I’ll be catching up with dad, probably hanging out in the bunker or driving in baby. So take care of yourself Uncle Dean and I’ll see you on the flip side.
Casually writes up a thing for a Fantroll in progress. No picture yet.
Probably 5 thosand mistakes in dere'.
Your name is CARNEI OPUNTA and you're an OLIVE BLOOD. You live in the DESERT with your RATTLING SLITHERBEAST lusus. You're known to ramble on and on about nothing in particular, often sleep deprived by the INSISTANT RATTLING of your useless lusus who is constantly hungry. You spend most of your time HUNTING FOR FOOD for said obnoxious lusus. You wear a SLEEVELESS black t-shirt with your symbol on it and a bandana matching your blood color around your neck, covering your mouth. Your SPIKEY black hair is usually tied back into a braid and your weapon of choice is a SPEAR.
Your handle is bramblingSociopathy and you type any a' ole way, you feelin' like, ya' hear me, and say "don't ya' know" alot more then you like to admit. You empathize things like t h i s, to get your point across.
