"So, everything pointed to Vampires, but the more I've researched, the more I've come to realize that might not be the case." Sam said as you sat nervously in the back of the Impala. Cas was sitting next to you, staring at your knee that wouldn't stop bouncing. You were a bundle of nerves. Nervous about the hunt that was your first in years. Scared at seeing your parents again for the first time in a couple of weeks. Wondering how they were going to react when they found you traveling with Sam and Dean.

"I believe it might be two types of monsters working together." Cas answered, reaching over and placing his hand on your knee. The weight from his hand, along with the positive energy he sent your way calmed you enough that your body stilled.

"Well, whatever it is, it was strong enough to overtake two seasoned hunters." Dean grumbled as he drove down the deserted country road. Old, empty farmhouses stood off to the side, the paint peeling and the windows cracked. Each mile brought you closer to your parents, whether they be alive or dead, and you weren't sure if you were ready for that confrontation yet.

"So, do we even have a plan?" You asked, trying to take your mind off the turmoil controlling your emotions.

"Nope." Dean smiled at you, trying to calm you down. "Actually, I was thinking we could split up. Y/N could go in with me, through the front door. Sam and Dean would take the side or back doors, depending on the place."

"Are you sure bringing Y/N in is such a clever idea? They might try to use her to an advantage." Sam asked, but Dean nodded.

"Y/N deserves to be there as much as we do. They're her parents, no matter what they've done." Dean growled, and Sam glanced between the two of you, his eyes wide. He was the only one who didn't know all the details of your horrendous life.

"I'm glad the two of you talked." Cas leaned over and whispered in your ear. "I told you Dean wouldn't blame you for your parent's meanness."

"Y/N, I don't know what you've gone through. And I don't need you to tell me if you don't feel comfortable. But I just want you to know that we will be there for you. All of us. And we wouldn't think anything less of you if you decided to stay behind for this one."

Reaching up to the front seat, you clasped Sam's shoulder. "I will tell you. Maybe not right now, but you deserve to know what's going on. But it's hard for me to talk about just yet, but I will, I promise. I do need to do this."

Suddenly, Dean was pulling off to the side, kicking up gravel as he slowed to a stop. Parking next to an overgrown wheat field, you could barely make out the old, clapboard house farther on. "That's it. Where your parents were being held."

Taking a deep breath, you nodded as Dean handed you a box. "What's this?" You asked him, seeing the faded wrapping paper and frayed ribbon.

"It was your birthday present. But you left a week before your birthday, and I never had the chance to give it to you." He explained. "Now, seemed like an appropriate time."

Ripping the fragile paper, you opened the box to see a gun, very similar to Dean's laying inside. With a mother of pearl handle, it was beautiful, even for having sat unused for so long. "It was made by the same person who made mine. I know it's been sitting for a while, but she's a good gun, and will still work."

"Dean, it's beautiful." You whispered, pulling it out of its box, the weight comfortable in your hands.

"There's an inscription." He continued. Turning it over in your hand, you could see the small print. "I will always be by your side. D.W."

"Dean, thank you so much." You told him, tears forming in your eyes.

"I know the words weren't true. Not back then. I let you go when I never should have. But we have a second chance, and I'm going to do everything in my power to prove those words true. If you'll let me."

"I..." You started, wanting to say yes, but knowing that what was in that house would forge your answer.

"You don't have to answer now." He said quickly. "But please. Just think about it."

Nodding, you took the clip he handed you, loading it into your gun as you waited for Sam and Cas to join the two of you. As Sam and Dean went over the plan once again, Cas came to stand next to you. "Y/N, I know this can't be comfortable for you."

"No, it's not. My parents are in there, and I feel like I should be more worried for them. I should care if they are alive or not. But I don't. Cas, they've put me through so much, they've turned me into a person whose afraid of her own shadow. Is it bad that a part of me wishes they were dead?"

"Y/N, of course it's not bad!" Cas assured you. "They might be your parents, but they've treated you horribly. But what are your plans when this is taken care of? Are you going to return with them?"

"I don't want to." You answered softly. "I don't want to return to that life again. I would rather die first. But I don't know how to tell them no. They've hurt me so much, I'm terrified of them."

"Dean will help you. He will support you no matter what. But I don't think he would let you go back to your parents. He would kill them first."

"Damn straight I would." He said from behind you, making you jump. "If those monsters haven't killed your parents, they're going to wish they had. They can't get away for what they've done to you."

"Dean, please." You said, laying a hand on his shoulder. "I don't want any more bloodshed. Let's take care of the monsters, and leave. I don't want that on your conscious."

"We'll see." Was all he answered, as the four of your turned to stare at the house off in the distance. In there was your future, an end to your past. One you were ready to be rid of, even if you weren't exactly sure how to do it.

As you stood there, nervously nibbling on your lip, you felt the callused hand of Dean reach over, grasping your hand. Squeezing it gently, he told you what you needed to hear without saying a word. Giving you the comfort and the strength you needed to face what was in front of you.