Set in Season 4 of Supernatural.
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Your head throbbed when you woke up the next morning, just like it always did but that would never stop you from drinking. In the early months of Dean being gone, you would tell yourself that you would stop the drinking and clean yourself up but would always fall back on that promise as soon as you remembered something about the older Winchester.
Even if it was a type of whiskey or pie that was being served at the bar. A rock song playing over the radio when you got lifts from co-workers or even the smell of bacon cheeseburgers from the restaurant near your work.
There was just no way to avoid the memory of Dean Winchester coming into your brain. He was your first love after all. The man who had saved you more times you could count, whether it was from yourself or from monster you guys had been hunting.
You never got the chance to tell him how you felt and it was something you still regretted. Would it have made a difference? That was something you didn't know and you never would.
You groaned as you listened to your phone ring on the nightstand beside your bed. You reached over, seeing that it was Bobby calling before pressing answer and placing it up to your ear to talk.
"Hello?" You greeted supressing another groan when another wave of your hangover flew through you. It just made you make a mental note to drink earlier that day to get rid of the pain.
"Thank god, I was beginning to believe you were dead. What in god name have you been up to?" Bobby scolded through the phone in a loud, booming voice. You winched at the sound, it making your head throb.
"Hunting, drinking my life away. The usual," You attempted humour but Bobby apparently didn't find your joke funny as he didn't laugh, "Have you heard from Sam?"
"I was hoping you had. I can't keep track of you two idjits anymore. You both are going to make me bald from stress," Bobby informed making you sigh. You were worried about Sam and had tried calling the younger Winchester numerous times over the months that Dean had been gone, knowing that Sam would have taken it a lot worse than you had.
You felt guilt for not keeping in contact with Bobby. He had become the father figure you never had, your real father turning to alcohol and violence after your mother was killed by a demon. It had been the death that pushed you into the life of hunting, your father overwhelmed with grief but it was also the death that corrupted the once sweet man that had helped brought you into the world.
Bobby Singer had saved you, meeting the hunter by complete chance whilst on a hunt with your father when you had just turned thirteen. Bobby had taken you under his wing and into his care when he had seen the way your father had treated you. He witnessed the degrading, harsh names your father would call you and the bruises lingering on your skin and the nervous look you gave your father when Bobby had asked where they came from.
You had been so afraid at first leaving your father but never regretted it since. Life was still hard after but it felt smoother. Truth is, you probably would have been dead if you had stayed in your father's care. You also never would have met the Winchesters.
"Is that the reason you called? To find out if I've heard from Sam?" You asked curiously.
"It's part of the reason. The other being that I haven't heard from you in weeks and I was worried. You know to throw me a text to let me know you're still breathing," Bobby said. You sighed running a hand down your face.
"I know. I'm sorry," You told him. And you were. You knew the hunter stressed like crazy when you went off on your own. It didn't matter how old you grew or more experienced you became. Bobby saw you like a daughter, treated you like one and freaked out and expected the worse when you gave him radio silence.
"You're going through a lot, kid, I know that. Truth is, we all are but we won't get through it if we split up and try numb ourselves," Bobby informed, "I know that would be the last thing Dean would have wanted."
You hated that Bobby was right. Dean would curse at you and Sam for just leaving and not keeping in contact. The older Winchester would freak out if you had left to the supermarket without letting anyone know. You remember once when you had and once you returned back to Bobby's, Dean had been laying out all types of weapons on the table and getting ready to search for you. You received a massive scolding for that day. Dean was just protective, that's all.
You couldn't imagine what Dean would say if he knew that you hadn't seen Bobby, let alone spoken to him in weeks, months even.
"Your right," You agreed.
"Balls," Bobby breathed through the phone, "Someone is at the door but come home, will ya?"
"I'll pack right away and be in the road," You promised after some thought. Maybe that's what you needed to get started with the healing process. You needed to be around family.
"See you soon," Bobby replied before the line went dead. You stood up onto your feet, reaching down to grab a duffel bag from under your bed before throwing items into it.
It was time to go home.
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