Chapter Text
3rd Pov:
May 11th 2008, 6:35 pm
Sioux Falls, South Dakota
After a while Sam and Y/n made their way back inside, As they walked in Dean eyed them curiously as neither said anything and went back to their respective spots.
“All good ?” Dean asked, still eyeing them.
“Yup” Sam simply said before his own gaze moved the other. Watching them for confirmation.
Y/n settled in their seat, and nodded as they grinned at the two, their attitude obviously perking back up.
“As right as rain.” They said. Sam smiled back and dean just nodded, as they all returned to their books and laptops.
After some time had passed of them all studying, y/n closed their book and threw it onto the spot on the couch next to them. They sat up and reached to the side of the couch and grabbed something.
This caught Sam's attention, he watched as the younger singer pulled up a bag. The bag was ragged and old, patches covered holes. There were random holes that seemed to be patched up by an assortment of faded thread. The straps of the bag were equally as torn and worn- they were practically holding on by a string.
Y/n dug around in the bag before pulling out an equally ratty book. It wasn't a small book nor was it a big book. Just like the bag, the brown cover- which was covered by some sticky notes, a sticker or too- was practically faded to a tan gray beige. Sticky notes and other papers stuck out from the closed book. Y/n opened the book and began to roughly flip through the pages.
The younger Winchester watched as they did this, flipping through the pages before they abruptly stopped. With a loud ‘Ah-Ha!’ they roughly pointed at the book; catching Dean's attention now too.
“I found it!” Y/n announced to the room, “Found what?” Dean asked from his spot in the kitchen
“I found out what we’re huntin’ and I know how to kill it! ” They said, sounding oh so proud of themselves. Dean stood from his spot in the kitchen and walked into the room, choosing to lean the wall between the living room and kitchen.
“Oh shit how?” Dean asked.
“Fire” Y/n answered again, still with the same smug tone and now with a stupid smug smirk.
“No- I mean how do you know? “ Dean corrected and crossed his arms over his chest.
“The book duh” Y/n rolled their eyes as they sarcastically spoke.
“And how reliable is this book? Cause that-” He pointed at the book in the rednecks hand “- that just looks like you diary”
“Well i'd like to-” Y/n sarcastically tried to argue back.
“Okay okay, enough- just tell us what we are hunting?” Sam asked, interrupted before y/n could retort back, and hopefully prevented an argument. Y/n rolled their eyes again and lifted their book and turned it so that both the Winchester brother and Bobby could see.
The pages were covered in scratchy, black pen. The parts of the page that were not covered by words were covered by small printed images and drawings.
The words ‘THE MOMO’ was written on the top of the page, in what looked like a large black sharpie.
“The Momo? “ Dean asked aloud, reading the page. “The hells a Momo?” He asked, sounding genuinely confused.
“Not ‘a’ Momo, the Momo.” Y/n corrected, even holding a finger up in a ‘matter of fact’ way.
“The Momo is a large ape-like creature with a pumpkin shaped head. The Momo can be found in swampy, hooded forestry areas and near cricks, n’ swamps “ Y/n turned the book back to themselves and carefully read the page, their finger even following along with the words. And with their accent it sounded almost comical to Dean. (-this sentences makes sense to me, i think its cool when people when country people say smart thing, no offense-)
“Signs of The Momo, can include a real bad small/stench of shit-”
‘y/n obviously wrote this them self’ Sam thought as he listened to the young (girl/guy/person).”-Large footprints, muddy steps, and blah blah blah blah” Y/n continued to drone on, skipping over some parts they deemed non important “The Momo usually takes disrespectful teens and children who disturb their muddy nest. They lure them down to crick and drown ‘em mud and eat' em” they finish and close the book with a thud before looking back up at the others. “Sound familiar? “
“That sounds like our monster” Sam confirms, giving Y/n a thankful nod and smile.
“I just thought the shit smell was Sam” Dean ‘joked’, smiling smugly. Sam whipped around to his brother giving him an unimpressed look.
“Dude!”
“What?! It's true!” The brother said, obviously acting like brothers. They both bickered at each other before they were interrupted.
“Both of ya knock it off!” Bobby yelled at them-, “I ain't gonna listen to you act like children!” -Practically scolding them. Y/n watched the situation go down almost like a comical soap opera, and they didn’t even bother to hide their smile or their laugh.
After getting scolded, Sam stood, pulling his coat/jacket/thing on “Well let's go kill a Momo” He said, Dean followed suit making sure to grab his own leather jacket. And ofc Y/n stood up too. They grabbed their bag off the couch, slinging it over their shoulder and even grabbing a loose baseball cap that lay long forgotten on the arm of the couch. It was dark gray, and obviously had to be Bobby's’.
Y/n tried to follow the boys out of the living room but was stopped.
“Hey, not you” Bobby spoke calling out after the h/c
“What ?” They asked confused. Their face practically screaming ‘what now!?’
“You're gonna stay here” Bobby told his kid watching as they made a face before saying “I aint, imma go help them” Y/n argued back, attitude very evident in their voice.
“The boys can handle it on their own,” Bobby also argued back. y/n opened their mouth to say something but the older man cut them off “I wasnt askin’, you aint goin. End of story”
y/n was angry and wanted to say more before they were interrupted again; Sam put a hand on Y/n’s arm, catching their attention.
“We will be fine. We’ll make sure to call you if we need help” the long-haired man said before he and Dean walked out the front door without any more protest.
Y/n let out an annoyed sigh before moping over to a chair that sat in front of their dads desk, making sure to send a glare to their father as they did so.
“Don’t give me that look” Bobby said, leaning back in his creaky old wood chair with a loud creak.
“I wouldn't be givin’ looks if I was out huntin instead of bein’ put on the sidelines” Y/n sassed back.
“You aint on the damn sidelines” Bobby rolled his eyes at the attitude.
“Then whatcha call this? Takin 10?” Y/n asked, crossing their arms and leaning back into their own chair.
“No, ya call it catchin up with yer dad after not seeing him for almost half a year!” Bobby’s sassed back, his own voice full of his own adult-oldman-attitude. Y/n’s expression changed to one of guilt after being called out,
“Oh yeah,” they awkwardly said. Adjusting in their seat, uncrossing their arms all with a nervous look on their face.
Bobby sighed and rubbed a hand down his face, obviously tired of this bullshit. He only took his hand off his face when he heard Y/n stand. Y/n stood and walked into the adjacent room, the kitchen.
“Where ya goin?!” Bobby yelled after them.
“To get a beer!”
~
Well What Bobby didn't see was Y/n chugging two beers in the kitchen before coming back with their 3rd pretending to be their 1st. They wasn’t gonna have this awkward conversation without some ‘support’.
“So you been eatin well?” Bobby asked, “Or just eatin at all?” He joked a bit, but was still throwing a bit of shade at the younger singer.
“I mean- i eat lunch” Y/n shrugged and took a sip of their beer
“Just lunch?”
“I have dinner too…..sometimes” Y/n held up their hands defensively, making sure to mumble the last part.
“2 beers and a cigarette are not dinner” Bobby sighed knowing damn well what his child's weak definition of a healthy meal was.
“Well i'm on a budget” Y/n told him, giving him a knowing look too “you know as good as anyone that huntin don't pay very well”
Bobby couldn't help but run another hand down his face. Neither really said anything after that, both not knowing what to say or what they should say.
“Uhh- i umm, I'm sorry i didn't call as often as i should’ve” Y/n swallowed their pride and spoke. Pushing their stubbornness as deep as they could- which was a very rare occurrence btw-.
They loved their oldman and didn't think it was worth losing him over some stupid shit like this.
“I just-” “Was busy?” Bobby cut them off “yeah that too but, nah i just knew if i called you you’d end up gettin upset with me over somethin’ stupid i did and then we’d argue” Y/n truthfully said.
And it was almost the exact truth. Both were stubborn as a mule and as tough as an Ox, so it wasn’t rare for them to bump heads at least once when they talked.
It would be like if Johnny Cash started to make music just like Taylor Swift- it’d just be plain weird.
“I get that, but that don’t change the fact i’m still need to know your alive,” Bobby said “i dont care if we end up fighting and i end up yelling at ya cause you do stupid shit without thinkin- which you always do…, because then i still know your alive to yell at.”
Y/n smiled at their dad, and so did Bobby.
“Thanks old man, love ya too” Y/n joked nodding their beer to him in thanks.
“I love ya too,kid” Bobby responded “ I'm Just glad yer back.” Bobby admitted, before taking a sip of his own abandoned drink .
Again a silence fell over them, this time it wasnt tense or uncomfortable like the last but was instead safe, comfortable silence.
“.....me too” Y/n eventually said quietly, mostly to them self
Bonus!! (since i've been starving you all, ya get a treat) :
Hours later the brothers drove back to Bobby's house after successfully killing the strange new cryptid.
Both dirtied with mud and undoubtedly now did stink- just a bit though lol.
Sam and Dean both stepped out of the impala and made their way back into the old rickety house.
The house was quiet when the brothers walked in, both shared a look.
“BOBBY WE'RE BACK?! Ya Still Here?! “ Dean yelled out as they walked past the threshold, dean making sure to close the door behind him.
“IN HERE YA IDJITS!” The old man called back.
The brother walked back into the living room to see Bobby still in the same spot. Reading glasses on, a book in front of him and a newly filled whiskey glass too.
“You two gank it?” Bobby asked as he momentarily looked up at the two mud splattered boys.
“Yeah, lit that son of a bitch up like the fourth of july!” Dean replied, sounding a little too excited about it.
“Good” Was all Bobby said, before taking a sip of his whiskey and returning to his book.
“Where's y/n? “ Sam asked and Bobby didn't even look up as he pointed to the couch, where y/n was passed out and practically falling off said couch. Beer bottles and other drinks surrounded them as they laid face first on the ground, and the rest of their body hung off the couch.
A trash can was also placed by the couch, obviously in case of any emergencies.
“How do you even pass out like that?” Dean asked jokingly. Making both him and his younger brother laugh, even kicking an empty beer can toward the passed out drunkard.