It was amazing how quickly time seemed to pass when you had idea what you were doing, or any idea who you actually were. Without your parents harassing and hurting you, you had quickly found out life was a lot different.

As soon as you walked out the hospital, you had nothing planned except traveling as far away as you could, trying to forget the life that had done nothing but kicked you in the butt. With only a little bit of change, it had been tough going at first, and within a week you had found yourself sleeping in a random park, your stomach growling as you counted the last of your pennies. With not even enough money to buy a cup of coffee, you knew you needed to come up with a plan, and fast.

With your cell phone still back in that hotel room, you had no idea if anyone was searching for you. If Sam was trying to make sure you were okay. It was freeing, and a little scary, knowing you were completely on your own. Probably for the first time in your entire life. Your parents had kept you so caged up, scared of everything, that you didn't know what freedom tasted like.

It was after your second day of going hungry you finally saw the help wanted sign in the simple diner in the tiny town you had found yourself in. Ducking in to the gas station, you worked hard to make yourself presentable, sighing at the faded and stained shirt you were wearing. Nervously, you stepped into the diner, glancing around the almost empty building. Only one man sat at the counter, a cup of coffee in front of him, along with an enticing cinnamon roll.

"Can I help you?" An older woman asked, as she wiped down a table, and you nodded. Explaining why you were there, she had given you one long look before giving you the job, along with the room upstairs to stay in.

That's where you found yourself still, three months later. Happily waiting tables, something you had never imagined doing. As far away from the hunting life as you could get. Without your parent's heavy hand, you found yourself smiling more, gaining a little weight so your cheeks weren't so sunk in. Your hair was getting longer, gleaming down your back, and you had a bounce to your step.

"I don't know where you came from, but you're an Angel in disguise." Your Boss, Catherine, muttered as she passed you by, a tray full of empty plates in her hand. "I couldn't run this place without you."

Chuckling softly to yourself at her words, your heart aching a little at the thought of Cas, the Angel you used to know. That part of your life seemed so far away, another part, another person. Hunting was no longer a part of your life, unless you counted the men who came into the diner every now and then. "You're the Angel for giving me this job." You answered her, taking off the ready plates from the warmer, ready to take them out.

"We've done each other a world of good." She agreed, heading to the back. With a smile on your face, you handed off the plates, turning to the booth towards the back that was just sat.

"How can I help...Bobby?" You exclaimed, staring at the man in front of you in surprise. You hadn't seen the grizzly old hunter for years, and you hadn't been expecting to see him in your diner.

"Y/N?" He questioned, staring at you in surprise. Before you knew it, he was up, crushing you in a deep hug. "Where the hell have you been girl?"

"Here." You answered simply. "Working."

"Just as a waitress?" He asked, and you nodded, surprising him. Since the diner wasn't very busy, you settled in across from him, more grateful to see the old man then he probably realized.

"Yeah. Catherine's been very good to me, helped me get on my feet while I tried to figure my life out. After the, well after the incident, I didn't know what to do, or where to go. When I was at my low, she gave me this job, and a place to stay." You explained, smiling at Catherine when she came over, handing both you and Bobby hamburgers and fries.

Taking a bite of a fry, you smiled up at the man who had always been nicer to you then both of your parents combined. "You could have always come to me Y/N. You're like a daughter to me."

Reaching over and squeezing his hand, you smiled up at him. "I know. But I've never been on my own. All my life my parents have been there, ordering me around, using pain when fear wasn't enough. I needed this. I didn't know how much I truly needed this."

"I can see how happy you are. But Y/N, you vanished from that hospital, and people have been worried." He chastised you.

"Not that worried. I burnt those bridges, and there's no going back." You insisted, amazed at how those words still tweaked your heart. Even after three months of being gone, of knowing things were over between you and Dean, your heart hadn't gotten over it, and you figured you probably never would.

"I don't think so." He argued. "Sam has been worried sick, working non-stop to try and find you. Cas has been searching to, but hasn't been able to yet."

"And Dean?" You asked, dreading the answer.

"That man is turning into a walking zombie. Refuses to eat or sleep. Or shave. He's a mess, and it's because he can't find you." Bobby told you, a mouth full of burger.

"I don't believe that. Bobby, he was so mad at me, and I pushed him away. There's no way he'll forgive me for that." You answered sadly.

"I don't agree. The man read your letter. Keeps it in his pocket, and I'll catch him looking at it. He wants to find you, and talk things out like the pig headed idjit should have done in the first place." Bobby muttered.

Reaching out, you grasped his hand. "Bobby, please. Don't tell them where I'm at. At least not yet. I don't know if I want back in that life. It's caused me nothing but pain. I'm out, and I might want to stay that way."

"I don't like it." He grumbled. "But I'll give you two days, then I'm telling them. They need peace of mind just as much as you need this."