You cry silently on your bed, your mind racing with depression and anxiety. The guilt weighs heavily on you, at this point you just want to crawl under a rock and die a slow death. You deserve it anyway, the way you kept the secret from them. It's not something you could keep from them forever, you knew one day they would find out. But not in your wildest dreams did you think it would be from a demon, at least not this one, the one who killed your mother maybe but not some random one.

A soft knock comes from the door "(Y/N)? Bobby's on the phone for you." Sam says softly.

"Oh great they called Bobby, my life is officially over." You think as you stand, wiping your eyes, and go to get the door.

You open it to Sam, giving you the biggest most heartbreaking puppy dog eyes you have ever seen "I'm sorry, but I needed to double check." He hands you the phone.

You take it and turn around, unable to handle the guilt in his face "Hello-" he cuts you off.

"How are you doin' (y/n)?" He asks, his voice soft.

"I'm okay." You sigh, your throat sore from crying.

"I know it's really sensetive for you, so I went ahead and told the boys. I hope you don't mind."

"Thanks, that helps a lot." You smile slightly, releived you don't have to say it.

"Why didn't you ever tell them?" He asked, his voice concerned, yet not ready to push it.

Your eyes catch Sam's, who is still standing there, his arms crossed as he relaxed against the wall.

You reply softly "I'm sorry Bobby, but the reason I didn't tell them, was so I could avoid the pitty party they have been giving me all day." Sam cleared his throat and turned away, obviously embarrassed "I never intended to hurt anyone." You turn to Sam "I just wanted to be treated like everyone else."

Sam gives you a soft smile, understanding your reason "Well, it didn't turn out as cheeky as you planned did it?"

You chuckle "No, but at least it's not on my shoulders anymore." You pull the phone away and hang up. "I really am sorry Sam, I never-" You are cut off by him wrapping you tightly in his arms.

"I heard it all, I'm sorry you felt like you had to hide it."

His arms are rested tightly around your upper back, and yours around his waist. He squeezed tightly, your head being pressed into his chest. A tear forms in the corner of your eye as you try to escape his hold.

"Your suffocating me." You breath hard.

He quickly releases you "Sorry." He smiles nervously.

You stand there awkwardly for a moment before Dean walks over to the door "Everything alright in here?" He asks eyeing you two.

You and Sam both nod "I feel little better."

Deans face remains serious "Well now it's time for the family meeting, so get your asses out here." He gestures to the kitchen and walks away.

You sigh and follow, Sam wrapping his arm around your shoulder and walking along side you. You walk out to the library were Dean gestures to the chairs, wanting you to sit down. You silently slide out a chair and sit, Sam and Dean both still standing and, most likely unintentionally, look down on you rather seriously, and frankly, they seemed very intimidating.

"Alright, so (Y/N), I want to know the full story. Bobby face is the run down, but I want to hear it from you."

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The game breaking part is still to come my lovelies! Blah blah blah.