You’d been hunting with the brothers for a while now, having been close with them growing up because of Bobby, and then eventually just tagging along. You’d been there for Sam’s deaths, Charlies death, Castiel’s deaths, Bobbys death, and Dean’s deaths. You’d seen the world almost end, you’d seen angels, demons, archangels, God, Lucifer, Hell, vampires, different realities, and definitely more than most. Hell, you’d even died a few times.

Now, tonight, you sat with Dean on the trunk of the Impala, drinking beers, and liquor, and watching the stars while Sam was asleep in the backseat. After the death of your father, Bobby, and the death of the Winchesters parents, alcohol, each other, and sarcasm was the clutch you and Dean found. Though, tonight was different. You felt things, and no amount of alcohol, or smart ass word play could cover it. It was the same for Dean.

After a deep cut some demon pulled on the most recent hunt, it left both of you in your thoughts. Despite Dean’s clenching heart, he looked over at you, the love of his life. Through thick and thin, you always had each other, and of course, sweet little Sammy. He took a swig from his bottle before looking back to the night sky above him.

“You ever think… you ever think about quitting? … Hunting that is. It’s just.. it feels more trouble than it’s worth. I mean, we’re all gonna die, and the world’s gonna end, why the hell do we have to be the ones to sacrifice everything to fix it?”

Dean spoke, glancing over at you then back up, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, though his eyes were soft with emotion. His tone held anger, and exhaustion. He took another swig from his bottle, clenching his jaw tightly once he swallowed it.