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Author’s Note: This is a story is a Sam Winchester x Hunter!Reader fan fic. This fic holds spoilers from the fifth season of Supernatural, so if you haven’t reached this point yet please read with caution.

Family business. For most people it meant working after school at the shop your parents run or learning to take over the business that has been in the family for eighty years. For me it meant learning a different trade, one that many people don’t even believe exist. If they did they would jump at the slightly sound and starting going after neighbors do to paranoia.

So like every morning I woke up before the sun had risen over the horizon. My eyes finally move away from the spot on the ceiling where they had been glued to since crawling into bed the night before. Getting a full night sleep would have been the unusual thing. Then again sleep and me had a rough relationship since I was fifteen. The night my eyes were opened.

Once I had pulled on a pair of navy blue yoga pants and tossed a lose Spiderman tank top over my head, I groggily headed down the old battered wooden stairs down to the kitchen. Walking on auto-pilot, my feet take me to the over used coffee maker. Like most of everything else in this house it seriously needed a good cleaning but when you lived at a junk yard, what else do you expect.

Leaning against the counter, I close my eyes and let the fresh aroma of brewing coffee fill my senses. I didn’t know why but the smell of coffee grounds mixing with scolding hot water calms me. It was the only thing that did any more, well that and one other thing.

A beep rung out pulling me back to the kitchen and my out stretched hand, my finger tips frozen just before the handle of a mug. I give my head a shake, trying to clear the cobwebs from my brain. Taking out two mugs, I pour the dark liquid into them. In one I dropped two sugar cubes and poured just enough crème that the colour changed in one. The other mug I poured in a shot of bourbon. Enough that the liquid still had enough room that it didn’t spill over.

When they were the way they were every morning, I took them by the handles and moved towards the den. Books were stacked in piles all around the room with news papers and old tattered papers mixed among them. Even though it was a mess, and could probably collapse around us at any moment but it was my home. Had been for the last fifteen years, since I was a small, scared and alone ten year old girl.

Going over to the big wooded desk I place the mug of bourbon and coffee down in front of him, my mug next to it. Then I go and kneel down next to his wheel chair, placing a gentle hand on his knee. “Time to get up. Dad it’s time to get up.”

He grunts away his eyes looking around for an attacker or monster. This is how he woke up every morning since becoming confined to the chair. I waited as his eyes scanned the room. When it first started I tried to stop him and tell him it was okay but he still did it. So I stopped asking, stopped reassuring him and just watched as he made sure his house was safe. Once he had he would let out a sigh and turn to me. “Morning already?”

Smiling I take his mug and hand it to him. “Sadly yes, a new day has started.” He takes a satisfying sip of his coffee, his body finally starting to relax as the caffeine and alcohol kicked in. “Oh and just so you know the boys called last night wondering if you had any cases for them. Apparently they have hit a stand still with the apocalypse.”

“Of course they hit a stand still. We have no idea how to take out Lucifer or where he even is for that matter.” Bobby starts to look through the papers that were scattered across his desk. Finding the article he was looking for he hands it over to me. “This hit the circuits last night and it is close to where the boys are.”

My eyes scan the article, the words telling me about how a young twenty-five year old was found dead in his home. Pretty normal but what confused the authorities is that the cause of death was old age. How could a young man in his mid twenties die as if he was an old man. This definitely sounds like something the boys should look into.

Grabbing my mug I take the paper and go to sit on the couch that was located on the side of his den. “Want me to call them? Let them know about the case?” I ask as I continue to read and sip my own coffee.

The sounds of his wheel’s squeaking fill the small house as he makes his way around his desk. Nearly half a year had passed since his accident. A demon had possessed him after Lucifer had been released from the cage. When the demon had made him turn against Dean, the oldest Winchester brother, Bobby had fought against it and ended up stabbing a knife into his stomach to stop himself. Unfortunately he had hit a nerve close to his spine causing him to lose feeling in the bottom half of his body. His wheel chair was the only way he could move from place to place. A horrible fate for someone like the man I call Father.

Having wheeled himself to one of the bookshelves, he pulls a thick leather bound book and places it on his lap. Then he wheeled himself back towards his desk. “If you want to. I was in the middle of looking up more lore on the apocalypse. Maybe I will finally figure out a way to end all this.”

I gulp down the last bit of my coffee and stand up. “Just don’t work yourself too hard. Once I call them I will made some breakfast.”

“I’m not hungry,” he grumbles as he starts to flip through the giant book.

“Bacon and eggs it is,” I state in response ignoring his grumbling. He always said he wasn’t hungry but never failed to finish off a plate and a half of whatever I made him.

He waved his hand at me in a dismissing manner and I couldn’t help the eye roll I gave in response. With one hand I poured myself a second cup of coffee and with the other I pull out my cell phone to dial a certain tall, long haired hunter who was the only light in my world of darkness.

The phone starts to ring as I lean into the fridge grabbing the milk. “Hello?” Sam asked once he had picked up.

My heart acted on it’s own as it started to pick up speed at the sound of his deep voice. “Hey Sam, it’s -First Name-. I am calling with a case.”

“Really? That was quick, what is it?”

After pouring in milk I place the jug down and pick up the article. “This one is just up your alley. Last night a man was found in his bathroom dead, the cause was old age,” I inform him as I stir sugar into my drink.

I hear a fridge open and close in the back room, most like Sam grabbing a beer. “That doesn’t really sound supernatural.”

Taking a sip of my own beverage I lean against the counter my eyes traveling to the den, where Bobby was topping up his coffee with his stashed bottle of bourbon. “It is if the man was only twenty-five when he died.”

Silence greeted me as my words sunk into Sam’s head. A few minutes passed with nothing but dead air coming through my phone. I was about to make sure he was still there when he finally spoke. “Ya that is weird, even for us. Send me the location and we will be on it.”

“Great, I will let Bobby know.” Slowly I go over and close the divider between the kitchen and the den allowing myself a few minutes of privacy. “How are things going?”

A chair screeches across the floor on his end of the phone. “Things are going okay. Last week we met a boy who was the offspring of a demon and a human girl. He made all the lies that we tell kids real, it was crazy,” he explained giving off a chuckle at the end.

“That would be crazy. . . but that isn’t what I meant. How are you doing?”

Once again the line went silent. I’m not surprised though. A few days ago I had over heard a conversation between Dad and the boys that I was never meant to hear. Before then all I knew about the start of the apocalypse is that a demon by the name of Ruby had broken the last seal causing Lucifer’s release. I had no idea that it was actually Sam who had broken it or what he had done in order to break it. Now my eyes were open and my heart had broken.

It took a while for the anger and betrayal I felt towards the tall hunter to go away. Now all I felt was sorry for him. I had known the Winchesters a long time. It wasn’t to long after Bobby took me in that I first met them. Their father John had come to the house for some help on the case. Sam had only been twelve while his brother Dean was sixteen. We had been through a lot together over the years and now wasn’t the time to turn on one another.
“Who told you?” he finally asked after a far to long awkward silence.

“No one did. I just. . .” I let out a sigh and take a seat at the kitchen table. “I over heard you, Dean and Dad talking a few days ago.” A crash comes from his end of the line causing me to wince slightly. “Sam?”

Grumbling and cursing continued after the crash. “I can’t believe. . . you were the last person I wanted . . . you must think the worst of me. . . damn it!”

I felt my heart skip at his words. For a while now I had gone back and forth wondering if he knew just how much he meant to me and visa versa. Hear him mumble out words and the sadness in his voice made me wonder even more. Maybe it was to much to hope for when the world was so close to ending.

Moving the phone from one ear to the other, I lean back in my chair. “Sam listen to me. I do not think the worst of you. I know that you had been played by Ruby. That you had gone to that church thinking that you were stopping the apocalypse. Sure I wasn’t to impressed with the whole drinking demon blood thing but I know you had your reasons. All I care about now is that you are okay. I know you are beating yourself up over all this.”

“Plus we need to work together in order to stop Lucifer and Michael. There is no way I am letting them take you away from me. . .” Heat rose to my cheeks as my own words registered in my mind. “or Dean too!” I quickly add. “You two and Bobby are the only family I have left, I can’t lose any of you. Not again.”

A soft chuckle makes it’s way to my ear. “You won’t lose me -First Name-, I swear. Or Dean for that matter. We are going to fight this with everything we got,” he tells me his voice soft and full of something that made my heart skip a beat.

Before I could respond the sound of a door opening in the distance comes through my phone. Then the sound of the older Winchester follows. “Hey Sam! Orders up!”

“Great just give me a second, I’m on the phone,” Sam replies sounding a little farther way then before. He must have pulled the phone from his ear as to not deafen me. Then his voice goes back to the way it had been. “I should go but thanks again for the case. We will keep you posted with the details.”

Even though he couldn’t see me I gave a nod in response. “Thanks Sam, I’ll let Dad know you two are on it.” With that I hang up my cell but continue to stare at it for a while.

I wish I could have told Sam what was really going on in my mind. Tell him about the war that raged inside me between my heart and my brain. I had learned long ago that being a hunter was not only a full time job but meant that having a normal life, a husband and family of my own was out of the question. It was already bad enough that I waited for the call that would break my heart into a million pieces.

The sound of the sliding door opening caused me to jump slightly in my chair. I look over to see Bobby wheeling his way over to me. “You okay -First Name-?” he asked cautiously.

Quickly I put a smile onto my face so he wouldn’t see the war going on inside me. He had enough to worry about without me adding to it. Getting up I go to the fridge and pull out bacon and eggs. “Ya I’m fine just got off the phone with Sam. He and Dean are on the case and will keep us posted,” I inform him as I start to make breakfast.

The sound of sizzling bacon fills the room. I could feel his gaze burning into my back as I made breakfast. Since saving me from my burning home, Bobby had become the only family I would have. Which means that I will do anything I can to protect him. This time I would be stronger. This time I will not let those I care about die and if my heart had its way it meant I would protect Sam as well.

Description
Author’s Note: This is a story is a Sam Winchester x Hunter!Reader fan fic. This fic holds spoilers from the fifth season of Supernatural, so if you haven’t reached this point yet please read with caution.

Family business. For most people it meant working after school at the shop your parents run or learning to take over the business that has been in the family for eighty years. For me it meant learning a different trade, one that many people don’t even believe exist. If they did they would jump at the slightly sound and starting going after neighbors do to paranoia.

So like every morning I woke up before the sun had risen over the horizon. My eyes finally move away from the spot on the ceiling where they had been glued to since crawling into bed the night before. Getting a full night sleep would have been the unusual thing. Then again sleep and me had a rough relationship since I was fifteen. The night my eyes were opened.

Once I had pulled on a pair of navy blue yoga pants and tossed a lose Spiderman tank top over my head, I groggily headed down the old battered wooden stairs down to the kitchen. Walking on auto-pilot, my feet take me to the over used coffee maker. Like most of everything else in this house it seriously needed a good cleaning but when you lived at a junk yard, what else do you expect.

Leaning against the counter, I close my eyes and let the fresh aroma of brewing coffee fill my senses. I didn’t know why but the smell of coffee grounds mixing with scolding hot water calms me. It was the only thing that did any more, well that and one other thing.

A beep rung out pulling me back to the kitchen and my out stretched hand, my finger tips frozen just before the handle of a mug. I give my head a shake, trying to clear the cobwebs from my brain. Taking out two mugs, I pour the dark liquid into them. In one I dropped two sugar cubes and poured just enough crème that the colour changed in one. The other mug I poured in a shot of bourbon. Enough that the liquid still had enough room that it didn’t spill over.

When they were the way they were every morning, I took them by the handles and moved towards the den. Books were stacked in piles all around the room with news papers and old tattered papers mixed among them. Even though it was a mess, and could probably collapse around us at any moment but it was my home. Had been for the last fifteen years, since I was a small, scared and alone ten year old girl.

Going over to the big wooded desk I place the mug of bourbon and coffee down in front of him, my mug next to it. Then I go and kneel down next to his wheel chair, placing a gentle hand on his knee. “Time to get up. Dad it’s time to get up.”

He grunts away his eyes looking around for an attacker or monster. This is how he woke up every morning since becoming confined to the chair. I waited as his eyes scanned the room. When it first started I tried to stop him and tell him it was okay but he still did it. So I stopped asking, stopped reassuring him and just watched as he made sure his house was safe. Once he had he would let out a sigh and turn to me. “Morning already?”

Smiling I take his mug and hand it to him. “Sadly yes, a new day has started.” He takes a satisfying sip of his coffee, his body finally starting to relax as the caffeine and alcohol kicked in. “Oh and just so you know the boys called last night wondering if you had any cases for them. Apparently they have hit a stand still with the apocalypse.”

“Of course they hit a stand still. We have no idea how to take out Lucifer or where he even is for that matter.” Bobby starts to look through the papers that were scattered across his desk. Finding the article he was looking for he hands it over to me. “This hit the circuits last night and it is close to where the boys are.”

My eyes scan the article, the words telling me about how a young twenty-five year old was found dead in his home. Pretty normal but what confused the authorities is that the cause of death was old age. How could a young man in his mid twenties die as if he was an old man. This definitely sounds like something the boys should look into.

Grabbing my mug I take the paper and go to sit on the couch that was located on the side of his den. “Want me to call them? Let them know about the case?” I ask as I continue to read and sip my own coffee.

The sounds of his wheel’s squeaking fill the small house as he makes his way around his desk. Nearly half a year had passed since his accident. A demon had possessed him after Lucifer had been released from the cage. When the demon had made him turn against Dean, the oldest Winchester brother, Bobby had fought against it and ended up stabbing a knife into his stomach to stop himself. Unfortunately he had hit a nerve close to his spine causing him to lose feeling in the bottom half of his body. His wheel chair was the only way he could move from place to place. A horrible fate for someone like the man I call Father.

Having wheeled himself to one of the bookshelves, he pulls a thick leather bound book and places it on his lap. Then he wheeled himself back towards his desk. “If you want to. I was in the middle of looking up more lore on the apocalypse. Maybe I will finally figure out a way to end all this.”

I gulp down the last bit of my coffee and stand up. “Just don’t work yourself too hard. Once I call them I will made some breakfast.”

“I’m not hungry,” he grumbles as he starts to flip through the giant book.

“Bacon and eggs it is,” I state in response ignoring his grumbling. He always said he wasn’t hungry but never failed to finish off a plate and a half of whatever I made him.

He waved his hand at me in a dismissing manner and I couldn’t help the eye roll I gave in response. With one hand I poured myself a second cup of coffee and with the other I pull out my cell phone to dial a certain tall, long haired hunter who was the only light in my world of darkness.

The phone starts to ring as I lean into the fridge grabbing the milk. “Hello?” Sam asked once he had picked up.

My heart acted on it’s own as it started to pick up speed at the sound of his deep voice. “Hey Sam, it’s -First Name-. I am calling with a case.”

“Really? That was quick, what is it?”

After pouring in milk I place the jug down and pick up the article. “This one is just up your alley. Last night a man was found in his bathroom dead, the cause was old age,” I inform him as I stir sugar into my drink.

I hear a fridge open and close in the back room, most like Sam grabbing a beer. “That doesn’t really sound supernatural.”

Taking a sip of my own beverage I lean against the counter my eyes traveling to the den, where Bobby was topping up his coffee with his stashed bottle of bourbon. “It is if the man was only twenty-five when he died.”

Silence greeted me as my words sunk into Sam’s head. A few minutes passed with nothing but dead air coming through my phone. I was about to make sure he was still there when he finally spoke. “Ya that is weird, even for us. Send me the location and we will be on it.”

“Great, I will let Bobby know.” Slowly I go over and close the divider between the kitchen and the den allowing myself a few minutes of privacy. “How are things going?”

A chair screeches across the floor on his end of the phone. “Things are going okay. Last week we met a boy who was the offspring of a demon and a human girl. He made all the lies that we tell kids real, it was crazy,” he explained giving off a chuckle at the end.

“That would be crazy. . . but that isn’t what I meant. How are you doing?”

Once again the line went silent. I’m not surprised though. A few days ago I had over heard a conversation between Dad and the boys that I was never meant to hear. Before then all I knew about the start of the apocalypse is that a demon by the name of Ruby had broken the last seal causing Lucifer’s release. I had no idea that it was actually Sam who had broken it or what he had done in order to break it. Now my eyes were open and my heart had broken.

It took a while for the anger and betrayal I felt towards the tall hunter to go away. Now all I felt was sorry for him. I had known the Winchesters a long time. It wasn’t to long after Bobby took me in that I first met them. Their father John had come to the house for some help on the case. Sam had only been twelve while his brother Dean was sixteen. We had been through a lot together over the years and now wasn’t the time to turn on one another.
“Who told you?” he finally asked after a far to long awkward silence.

“No one did. I just. . .” I let out a sigh and take a seat at the kitchen table. “I over heard you, Dean and Dad talking a few days ago.” A crash comes from his end of the line causing me to wince slightly. “Sam?”

Grumbling and cursing continued after the crash. “I can’t believe. . . you were the last person I wanted . . . you must think the worst of me. . . damn it!”

I felt my heart skip at his words. For a while now I had gone back and forth wondering if he knew just how much he meant to me and visa versa. Hear him mumble out words and the sadness in his voice made me wonder even more. Maybe it was to much to hope for when the world was so close to ending.

Moving the phone from one ear to the other, I lean back in my chair. “Sam listen to me. I do not think the worst of you. I know that you had been played by Ruby. That you had gone to that church thinking that you were stopping the apocalypse. Sure I wasn’t to impressed with the whole drinking demon blood thing but I know you had your reasons. All I care about now is that you are okay. I know you are beating yourself up over all this.”

“Plus we need to work together in order to stop Lucifer and Michael. There is no way I am letting them take you away from me. . .” Heat rose to my cheeks as my own words registered in my mind. “or Dean too!” I quickly add. “You two and Bobby are the only family I have left, I can’t lose any of you. Not again.”

A soft chuckle makes it’s way to my ear. “You won’t lose me -First Name-, I swear. Or Dean for that matter. We are going to fight this with everything we got,” he tells me his voice soft and full of something that made my heart skip a beat.

Before I could respond the sound of a door opening in the distance comes through my phone. Then the sound of the older Winchester follows. “Hey Sam! Orders up!”

“Great just give me a second, I’m on the phone,” Sam replies sounding a little farther way then before. He must have pulled the phone from his ear as to not deafen me. Then his voice goes back to the way it had been. “I should go but thanks again for the case. We will keep you posted with the details.”

Even though he couldn’t see me I gave a nod in response. “Thanks Sam, I’ll let Dad know you two are on it.” With that I hang up my cell but continue to stare at it for a while.

I wish I could have told Sam what was really going on in my mind. Tell him about the war that raged inside me between my heart and my brain. I had learned long ago that being a hunter was not only a full time job but meant that having a normal life, a husband and family of my own was out of the question. It was already bad enough that I waited for the call that would break my heart into a million pieces.

The sound of the sliding door opening caused me to jump slightly in my chair. I look over to see Bobby wheeling his way over to me. “You okay -First Name-?” he asked cautiously.

Quickly I put a smile onto my face so he wouldn’t see the war going on inside me. He had enough to worry about without me adding to it. Getting up I go to the fridge and pull out bacon and eggs. “Ya I’m fine just got off the phone with Sam. He and Dean are on the case and will keep us posted,” I inform him as I start to make breakfast.

The sound of sizzling bacon fills the room. I could feel his gaze burning into my back as I made breakfast. Since saving me from my burning home, Bobby had become the only family I would have. Which means that I will do anything I can to protect him. This time I would be stronger. This time I will not let those I care about die and if my heart had its way it meant I would protect Sam as well.