As soon as you hugged Bobby goodbye, you raced up to your apartment, your heart pounding. It had been good to see Bobby, more so than you had ever expected. But you were scared of the consequences. Knowing that he would give you no more than those two days before he talked to Sam and Dean.

Wondering if you should pack your bags now, and run off before they arrived, or stay and try to talk to them. Sure, your life was going smoothly right now, but still, you couldn't keep Dean from your dreams. You missed the stubborn, hard headed man but you weren't sure you wanted to go back to a life of hunting. It was such a hard choice, and you wanted to pull your hair out from the stress of it all.

"Y/N?" Catherine, your boss, said your name as she knocked on the door. "Is everything okay?"

Sighing, you opened the door and she walked in. She knew only bits and pieces of your life before, and you wanted to keep it that way. "Sorry I took off like that. It was just weird seeing him after so long." You apologized, even though your shift was officially over.

"That's no problem dear. I was just worried about you. You've never had any visitors as long as you worked here, and you seemed happy to see that man."

"At one point, he had been like a father to me." You answered sadly, sad that your life was messed up so much that you had pushed anyone who cared for you away.

"I have never pushed to know your history. You've been an immense help to me from the start, and I've never wanted to push you away. But I just wanted you to know that I'm always here if you need to talk." She told you, patting your hand.

You appreciated her effort, you really did. But if you opened your mouth and told her any of the truth, you knew she would probably kick you out before you could finish talking. "Thank you. I appreciate that more than you know. But it's my cross to bear."

Sighing, she stood up, heading out the door. Before shutting the door behind her, she turned to face you once again. "I don't know your problems, but I do know this. No matter how much you think you've messed up, if they love you enough, they will listen. It takes time to heal a broken heart, but they do heal. Don't ignore things until it's too late."

With those final words, she shut the door behind her, leaving you alone with your thoughts. She was right. No matter how much you needed this, to be on your own, you needed Dean by your side as well. Dean had always been your rock, from the first moment you met, to the moment you had broken his heart. Without Dean, you probably would have never had the courage to end your parent's hold on you, even though he never knew about it to begin with.

You wondered if he read your letter that explained why you had done the things you did. If it even made any difference to him at all. You were torn, having no idea what to do. You wanted to race away, to another no name town where you could be this new person you were slowly and carefully carving out for yourself. But another part of you wanted to wait for Dean, to stay and hope that he had forgiven you.

Lost in thoughts, it took you a moment before you heard your phone ringing, a seldom occurrence in your apartment. Nobody had your phone number, and you almost didn't pick it up. On the last ring you grabbed it, not speaking, just listening to the person on the other end of the line.

"Y/N girl, you there?" Bobby asked, sounding frantic.

"Bobby? How did you get this number?" You questioned him, before realizing it was such a stupid question. It was Bobby, one of the greatest researcher's the hunting world had ever known. If he wanted your phone number, he would have your phone number within an hour. "Never mind. Something's up if you're calling me."

"Listen Y/N, I was going to keep my promise, I need to tell you that first." He said fast, and you could hear the sound of a car horn in the distance. "But when I returned to the motel room, it had been broken in to."

"Demons?" You asked nervously, ready to search for your nearest weapon.

"No girl, ain't no Demons in this town that I know of. It's worse." He huffed, sounding out of breath.

"Then what Bobby? I'm confused." You waited impatiently for him to get on with it.

"Sam and Dean. They came to join me on this hunt!" He exclaimed, laying on the car horn one more time.

"Bobby, you didn't tell him, did you?" You squealed, running your hand through your hair in frustration. Racing into your room, you began throwing your meager belongings into your suitcase. Sure, just moments ago you had been ready to see Dean once again. But you had thought you would have two days to adjust. But now, knowing he might be on his way, the only thing you could think of was flight, and you needed to get out of here, right away.

"I didn't need to. I'm so sorry Y/N, I never meant for him to find out this way." Bobby apologized.

"How did he find out?" You asked him, hearing him sigh once again.

"He umm, he smelled your perfume on my coat. Y/N, he's like a son to me! I couldn't lie straight to his face!"

"Thanks Bobby. I've got to go." You muttered, hanging up the phone. With your suitcase full, you slammed it shut, writing a quick note apologizing to Catherine. You hated running out on her like this, but you were in panic mode.

Leaving the note on the counter where she could see it, you glanced around the room one more time, a tear trickling down your cheek at the thought of leaving this place behind. Sure, you had only lived there for a couple of months, but it had been your place. Your first place you didn't have to worry about your parents coming back. You had the ability to decorate it as you liked. The fridge was stocked with food you liked, and you relished the freedom it had provided you. But all of that was being ripped from you because your control had once again been ripped away. Now all you could do was panic, once again feeling like that young, frightened, abused daughter.

Sniffling back your tears, you grabbed your suitcase, throwing open the door. Without even looking, you raced outside, running straight into a wall full of muscle. "Going somewhere?" Dean asked as his hands wrapped around your upper arms, holding you steady.