"Sam!" I shout, running to him. I haven't seen him since he left for college, and even then, I barely saw him before, because I was in college. "I've missed you so much." I whisper, and he picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, gripping him tighter.
"Hi, Dal." He breathes into my hair.
"What am I? Chopped liver?" Dean says, as Sam puts me down.
"Hello, stranger." I hug him.
"Hi, baby." He whispers into my hair, hugging me tightly.
I'll never get over him calling me baby. He only calls things that he really loves baby, and that's me and the Impala.
"How have you guys been?" I ask. "Why aren't you at school? I haven't heard from you. I was starting to worry." I point at Sam.
"Jess died, so I-uh, I dropped out."
"Understandable." I nod. "I'm sorry for your loss, Sammy. I know you really loved her." I hug him again.
"Thanks." He smiles.
"Wait, you two have been talking?" Dean asks, and I nod. "For how long?"
"Since he left." I say, and he shakes his head. "It's not like you and me have stayed in great contact!" I shout, and he just nods.
"I thought you would've told me when I saw you at your graduation last year." He says, being incredibly passive aggressive with me.
"We were drunk, why would I tell you something that would make you upset?" I ask as Ricki, Heath and Sam walk away, leaving us ex-lovers to argue.
"To piss me off that you were still on good terms with my brother while I wasn't."
"Alright! I'll tell you what we talked about." I say, a look of disgust on my face. "He missed you. He cried on the phone more times than I can count. Bobby told him to lose his fucking number and your dad practically kicked him out of the family. Do you understand how fucking broken your brother was, Dean? He thought I was the only person that he grew up with that wasn't going to hate me because I left too." I say, and tears well in my eyes thinking back to my phone calls with Sam. "You guys broke him more than you could ever imagine. Hearing what you all said the last time you saw him reminded me of what it was like to leave for me. Bobby was proud of me. My dad was happy I was getting out of the life, your dad never showed any emotion, but he was happy when I graduated. When Sam leaves Bobby tells him to lose his number. Your dad tells him not to come back. My dad was proud of him, Heath was proud of him, Ricki was proud of him, and goddamnit, I was proud of him. You put that kid through hell and back because he lost the one thing that mattered to him, Dean. His fucking family. So before you get mad at me for talking to him, get your priorities straight and apologize to him for not calling. Apologize to him for showing up in the middle of the night. Do something that isn't about you for a change." I say, and weakly punch him in the chest before speed walking to catch up with my brothers and Sammy.
The case we were after wound up being a Wendigo. They're ugly and make me want to vomit, because they're so good at pretending to be human just to get what they want.
"So, how long are you here for?" Dean asks looking over at me. This was the first time we had really spoken since I yelled at him.
"I'm home in two days." I say, looking up from Sam's computer where I was looking at flights.
"Leaving so soon?"
"I have a job, Dean. And a boyfriend." I say and he looks like he's physically pained at the fact that I have a boyfriend.
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Dallas Winters was raised to be a hunter. When she was two, her mother died because of a yellow-eyed demon. Her father wanted revenge for her death, in any way that he could get it, which is how the Winters met the Winchesters. They had the same sto...