The Roadhouse was bustling with hunters, the air thick with the scent of beer and the hum of conversations. Ellen Harvelle wiped down the bar, her eyes occasionally darting to the back room where her daughter, Y/N, was supposed to be studying

Ellen had always tried to keep Y/N away from the hunting life. It was dangerous, filled with loss and pain. She wanted more for her daughter—a life free from the shadows that haunted hunters.

Just as Ellen was about to check on Y/N, the door swung open, and in walked Sam and Dean Winchester. The brothers were well-known in the hunting community

“Hey, Ellen,” Dean greeted with his usual charm. “Got any cold ones?”

Ellen smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Sure thing, boys. What brings you here this time?”

Sam glanced around, his expression serious. “We need some information. Heard there might be a demon in the area.”

Ellen’s heart sank. Demons were the last thing she wanted near her daughter. “I’ll help you, but you need to keep it quiet. I don’t want Y/N getting wind of this.”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “Y/N’s here?” “She’s in the back, studying,”

Ellen replied, her voice firm. “And that’s where she’s staying.”

As Ellen handed the brothers their beers, Y/N peeked out from the back room. “Mom, can I—”

Ellen cut her off. “Not now, sweetie. Go back to your books.”

Y/N frowned but obeyed, disappearing back into the room. Ellen sighed, turning back to Sam and Dean. “I need to keep her safe. She’s all I have left.”

Sam nodded, understanding in his eyes. “We’ll handle it, Ellen. You have our word.”

The night wore on, and the brothers gathered the information they needed. As they prepared to leave, Y/N emerged again, curiosity getting the better of her. “Mom, what’s going on?”

Ellen knelt down, looking her daughter in the eyes. “Y/N, there are things in this world you don’t need to know about. I just want you to be safe.” “But, Mom, I want to help,” Y/N insisted.

Ellen shook her head. “Not this time, sweetheart. Maybe one day, but not now.”