This is the chapter dedicated to the the followers that have already read the last few chapters even though I only posted them an hour ago
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Y/N's P.O.V.
The bunker was silent. The boys had gone to bed hours ago and I was sat in the library with nothing but my phone and a bottle of beer.
"Can't sleep?" I turned to see Dean stood by the doorframe.
"No. You?" He shrugged his shoulders, going over to a cabinet and pulling out a bottle of whiskey and 2 glasses.
He sat down next to me, pouring us both drinks, before sliding one over to me.
"To past family." He said quietly.
"I can drink to that." We both finished the whiskey and Dean poured us another round.
"When I was 4," Dean began, taking a drink.
"Sammy was only 6 months old. I remember hearing my mother's scream and rushing out of my room to see what was going on. There was smoke everywhere and I didn't know what was going on until my father pushed baby Sam into my arms. He ordered me to take him outside and I barely made it. My father came out minutes later, but it was too late for my mom. A demon killed my mother and after years of trying to hunt the demon down, it killed my dad too."
"Your father was a good man." I said calmly.
"He wanted what was best for you boys, but he couldn't give it to you. He wanted to let you live a normal life, but you two were the last things he had of your mother. He couldn't lose you too."
"He was an obsessed bastard." Dean sighed.
"But he did try."
"That he did." I smiled.
"I remember when I was younger, I used to try and look after Fergus because I was the older twin." I laughed a little.
"He refused my help most of the time, but he didn't care if we had food or shelter. He just wanted someone to love him. Those were simpler times." Dean sighed.
"Before monsters and demons and things that go bump in the night?" I hummed in response. We sat in silence for a long while.
"Why did you start hunting?"
"My mother is a witch and my brother is the king of Hell. I've always had an insight to the Supernatural and now I have all of eternity to fight it." Dean let out a sigh.
"Unless you can find someone who loves you and you love them back?" I nodded my head and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Like I said, all of eternity." I shook my head.
"I'm screwed up in every possible way. No one could love me if they tried."
"Maybe not, but now you at least have a few friends. Maybe that will help?" Dean smiled at me a little and topped up my glass.
"Yeah, maybe."
~Time Skip~
Sam's P.O.V.
I woke up, laying in bed for a while, before getting out of bed. I made my way into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water. I walked into the library, where I was more than surprised to find Y/N and Dean passed out against one of the walls.
Dean had his arm wrapped around her and Y/N's head and hand were on his chest.
I couldn't help but snap a quick picture before returning back to my room.
