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Chapter 14: Insight

"Y/N, wait," Sam said softly as you shoved the last of your items into your bag. "Just ignore Dean."

You glared up at him with red rimmed eyes. "That's kind of hard when he tears me down every chance he gets."

"I know. He thinks that pushing you away is best. I don't agree. Just give him more time and don't leave."

He gave you the puppy dog eyes that made doing anything against his wishes difficult. You looked away and sighed, "Sam, I wanted this all to work out. It's amazing how much you feel like family to me already, even Dean. But I can't put up with it anymore. It's starting to really get to me."

Sam looked genuinely sad. "Is this really what you think is best?"

"Dean seems to think it's a good idea," you said bitterly, roughly zipped your duffel and slung it onto your shoulder.

"That's not what I asked."

You ignored him and started to walk out. Sam gently grabbed your wrist and effectively stopped you in your tracks. "Sam, let me go." He dropped your wrist and you continued out the garage with him trailing behind.

"If you really want to leave, I'm not going to stop you. Don't ever forget that you will always have a place here."

You gave him a small smile as you tossed your duffle through the driver window of your jeep. It landed with a soft thud on the passenger seat. The sound resonated in you, making you fully realize your situation. You were leaving and more than likely not ever going to go back. After only knowing the hunters for a few days, it hurt to know you would be leaving them.

Sam pulled you into a massive hug, holding you tightly against him. You hugged him back and buried your face into his chest. Life was about to be lonely again. It was a sad thought that nearly brought tears to your eyes.

"Thanks, Sam."

He pursed his lips and nodded his head, opening your door for you. He smiled sadly down at you as you clicked your seatbelt in place. He shut your door and waved as you exited the garage and sped down the road. You didn't have a plan so you just drove for hours and hours, trying to put as much distance between you and the bunker as you could.

During your drive, your phone started ringing to the tune of Beautiful Loser. Without checking the number, you answered it. There was a sinking feeling when the voice didn't belong to Dean. You had been hoping it was him calling to apologize without even realizing it. The voice was one you didn't recognize.

"Hi, is this Y/N?"

"Yes," you said warily. Very few people knew how to contact you. The whole thing seemed suspicious since you couldn't place the voice to anyone you knew.

"Thank god," she sighed. "Y/N, it's me. Niki."

Your breath hitched in your throat. Niki was just a little girl the last time you saw her. She was someone your family had saved from Wendigo years ago. The two of you had stayed in contact for a long time. She was probably about three years younger than you, and at the time it was so nice to have another friend.

"Niki? How've you been?" you squealed into the phone. You had helped her when you were only fifteen. After a few years of phone calls, you both just sort of fell apart and stopped talking. You became wrapped up in hunting after the loss of your parents and shut everyone out. Niki called and texted a lot in the beginning, but you always ignored her. Once your parents died, your moral compass was thrown totally out of whack and there were a lot of things you did that hardly made for proud memories. Shutting out your only friend and practically forgetting her existence was one of them.

"Not so great, actually. After you stopped responding, I was scared something happened. I took up hunting to try to figure out what happened and avenge you."

"No," you whispered. Because of you, someone who was able to live mostly normal life decided to join a life more dangerous than the mafia. It wasn't a hobby. Hunting was more of an addiction. Once you started, there was no going back. That was the last thing you wanted for Niki. She was too sweet and kind to get wrapped up in the hunter lifestyle.

"I have a lot to tell you, and I need your help if you can."

"Of course," you rushed out. There was nothing you wouldn't do to help her knowing that it was your fault she needed help in the first place. "Where are you?"

"I'm in Madison, South Dakota."

"Give me sec," you told her, pulling off to the side of the road and typing the address she gave you into your phone. Luckily, you had been driving in that direction and were only about three hours out. You told her the estimated arrival time and sped away to your old friend.