Dean raked a hand through his short cropped hair, a bottle of jack in the other hand and a large book on the table in front of him. You had been gone for nearly three days and the men had no leads on your whereabouts. Sam had to sit by and watch as his older brother went crazy, drinking himself through the day with his nose buried in every lore book he could find, desperately looking for Aamons name within one.
Sam flipped through a spell book across from Dean, his hazel eyes scanning each page carefully. It was an old grimoire, written by a witch in the early 1600's. Elizabeth Gatton, one of the most powerful green witches that had ever walked the earth, had written down all of her spells in this book. It was easy magic, for it was used with herbs and energies, but the spells worked, and Sam hoped a few of them would be helpful for him.
Sam was desperate. You had been his best friend for as long as he could remember. He loved seeing you and Dean together, yourself and his brother needing love and something good in your lives. He loved you like a sister, and it would kill him if you died.
And then there was Bobby; you're adoptive father who loved you more than anything. Granted, he loved the Winchester boys as his own. But you were different. You were the sunshine that came into his life after his wife died. You were the one who ultimately brought a smile back to his face. He was the one who held your hand when you got your first surgery. He was the one who watched with a wide smile as you had your first violin solo in your orchestra at age thirteen. He was the one who watched as you got your high school diploma, his gray blue eyes teary as his heart filled with absolute pride. He was the one who watched chick flicks with you and held you as you cried over your first heartbreak. Bobby Singer was the only father you had really ever had, and you were his only child. Just the thought of you in the hands of that evil son of a bitch made him sick to his stomach.
Sam sat with a picture of you in his hand. You were eleven years old then. He smiled at how young you looked. Your plump, rosy cheeks and short cropped, shiny hair stood out against the dullness of Sam's own features. You were a bright spirit, noticeable in even photographs.
You had gone to live with Bobby a year prior the picture was taken and it was the first day you met the Winchesters. His eyes clouded over as he remembered the events that went down.
You were brushing your short cropped, H/C hair, your young eyes trained on yourself in the mirror. The soft creaks of Bobby's old house calmed you as you swayed slightly to the song on the radio on your dresser.
"Birdy? Can you come down for a moment?" Bobby called. Your lips twitched at the nickname he began calling you and you set down your hairbrush, bounding down the stairs and into the library.
An unfamiliar man stood in the room. He had brown hair and brown eyes, a starting of a beard dusting his face. The hard look in his eyes made you cringe, and you took Bobby's hand in your own.
***
"Who's this, Bobby?" The man asked, his gravelly voice piercing your ears.
"Y/N," Bobby answered. He glanced down at you for a moment. "She's my daughter."
"Daughter?" Another voice said. A young boy, around thirteen walked into the room then, a sandwich in hand.
"I'm adopted," You said, all the men looking down at you at the sound of your bell like voice. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N-Singer, pleased to meet you."
The man smiled. "I'm John Winchester. This here is one of my boys, Sam." Sam nodded at you and gave a friendly smile, taking another bite of his sandwich, his shaggy hair flopping at the movement.
"And I'm Dean," Said yet another voice. Dean walked in, a beer and his own sandwich in hand. His green eyes locked on yours, a kind smile quickly spreading on his face. "You're tiny!"
"You're just big," You bit back. Sam sniggered and you earned a smirk from Dean and a nod of approval.
"You got a nice kid here, Bobby," He said.
"I know." Bobby squeezed your hand.
"Hey kid, wanna go play outside?" Sam asked. You furrowed your brows and looked up at Bobby.
"Go ahead," He said. You smiled and took off with Sam hot on your heels.
"So where are your parents?" Sam asked, his stick drawing designs in the dirt. The hot sun beat down on you two, baking the ground and your skin. You took a deep breath and began drawing the petals of your flower.
"They're dead," You said. "Bobby took me in. He's more of a dad then my biological one anyway."
"He's a good guy." Sam nodded. "How old are you?"
"Eleven," You answered. "You?"
"Fourteen. Dean's eighteen."
"Where's your mom?" You asked.
"Dead."
"Oh. Sorry."
"'S okay. I never really knew her." He shrugged sadly. "How'd your parents die?"
"A demon," You said. "He was looking for me but found them instead."
"Oh."
"How'd your mom die?" You asked.
"A demon set her on fire on the ceiling of my nursery."
"Oh... Yikes."
"Yeah."
"Sammy!" Dean's voice rang through the junkyard. Sam sighed and got up, you following him. "Sam! Time to go!"
"I gotta run," Sam said. "Thanks for hanging out with me."
"Right back at ya," You said. He gave you a quick hug and jogged over to his brother.
Bobby took a picture of you and Sam when the two of you weren't paying attention. Your arms were around each other, embracing the blossoming friendship with open arms and warmed hearts.
***
Sam smiled at the memory. He thought you were a neat little kid. You were sarcastic and witty, but kind and gentle at the same time. Every now and again, the Winchesters would roll through town and the brothers became closer to you. He watched you grow, watched as your small crush for his older brother evolved into something much deeper. He had been rooting for you two since you were eighteen.
"I've got something," Bobby said, his voice breaking Sam's train of thought. The brothers glanced at each other and then got up from their seats, striding over to the older man. The peered over his shoulders, their eyes focusing on the page of the book he was reading.
"What is it?" Dean asked.
"Aamon. He's a hybrid all right," Bobby said. He let out a breath and shook his head. "Shoulda seen it coming."
"Seen what coming?" Sam asked. The boys sat at the table with Bobby, their eyes trained intensely on the man as he began to tell Aamon's story.
"Aamon is one of the oldest demons to ever live. He was in charge of his own legion in hell's 'military'. He's the only hybrid Demon, which means there's got to be some flaws to his making. Basically, Aamon's hybrid side is partially dormant. It's not at full power. However, there's a spell that can be casted to awaken the hybrid side, bringing forth its full potential, inevitably leading to Aamon being one of the most powerful beings out there."
"So, where does Y/N fall into all this?" Sam questioned.
"Well, for the spell to be casted, there are a handful of ingredients needed. For example-" He glanced down at the book- "Sulfur, hellebore, dragon's blood, claw of a Chimera-"
"A Chimera?" Sam's eyes widened. "Like, the greek mythological Chimera?"
"Yes, idjit, now can I read please?" Bobby gruffed. Sam slumped in his chair and let Bobby read. "And extracted Angel's grace from an indirect source."
"An indirect source?" Sam furrowed his brows.
"Yeah, which basically, it says here, can come from anywhere other that directly from an angel."
"I still don't understand where Y/N falls into all this," Dean said. Sam and Bobby looked at each other, understanding suddenly dawning on the green eyes hunter's face when he saw the looks his companions gave each other.
"It's Y/N, isn't it?" Dean choked. He felt as though his chest was tightening, fear and anxiety hitting him like a tidal wave as he suddenly felt the walls closing in on him. "She's got the angel grace? She's the final ingredient?"
Bobby nodded, a sullen weight falling heavy on all the men's shoulders. No wonder Aamon had been so desperate to get to her. She was the final ingredient, the final key to unlocking his true powers.
"But there's something else," Bobby said.
"Jesus." Sam dropped his head into his hands, his heart crashing in his chest with pure fear.
Bobby gulped and took a steadying breath, knowing that what he was about to say would be a game changer. He knew that the brothers would do anything to save Y/N, especially Dean, but with what came with Aamon's spell, Bobby wasn't sure even the Winchesters could stop him.
So gathering up his courage, he licked his lips and looked up at the boys. "Since hybrids are so rare and the spell is so tedious and powerful, unlocking a hybrid's other side, allowing it to come to full power, is one of the potential sixty-six seals that could break Lucifer from Hell. If Aamon is successful, it's not only allowing something incredibly dangerous into the world, but it's allowing the devil himself one step closer to getting topside."