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[mlovesstories]

Read and Right Part 2

Read and Right Part 1 HERE 

Summary: Dean tries to salvage his relationship with YN after their big fight. 

Words: 1000ish

Warnings: cussing 

“Chop, chop, boy!” Bobby snapped at Dean. 

“I can’t do this!” He threw his pencil on the table. 

“Fine. Don’t get her back, then. Your choice.” 

Bobby stood from the kitchen table and walked into the living room. Dean heard the screen door slam. 

“I need to go for a drive.” Dean twirled his keys and left Bobby’s as quickly as he could. He drove by Jody’s but he knew not to stop. Dean saw YN’s car there and hated that she didn’t want to be around him. It had been three months, and the situation of her finding out he was her father still wrecked him. Dean wanted to walk right into Jody’s house, sit YN down, and have a conversation. Jody told him she wasn’t ready, so he needed to respect that. But he REALLY didn’t want to. 

Dean day-dreamed for a moment before slamming on the brakes. He saw someone running, not watching where she was going. He honked, and she jumped, pulling out her headphones. When she looked up at him, YN’s jaw dropped. She was right in front of him. Of his car. Dean opened his mouth to say something out the window, but she sprinted toward Jody’s before he could get anything out. 

DAMMIT. 

“JODY!” YN cried, letting the door slam behind her. The woman rushed into the living room. YN reached for her and squeezed her tight. 

After calming down enough to explain what happened, she took a deep breath.

“I’m not ready!” YN screamed.

“And you don't have to be… yet. You’ll have to face this eventually.” Jody offered a reluctant smile. 

“I know…” YN huffed.  

“Sam!” Dean slammed Bobby’s door.  He ran down the steps. 

The younger brother walked in with urgency in his eyes.  

“What?” 

“I just saw her!” 

“Huh?” 

“YN! She was running and I almost ran over her!” 

“Okay? She lives with Jody, and she lives not far from us.  It’s not weird you saw her somewhere.”

“Whatever.”  Dean rolled his eyes and went to his room. 

“FINISH THE DAMN LETTER!” Sam yelled up the stairs to his brother. “YN said once you finished it, she would talk with you.” 

Dean struggled to finish learning sounds and combinations of letters. Bobby was of almost zero help, feeling for YN. 

YN,

Im sory. I did’nt mean too hurt you. I tied to proteckt you. 

Love, Dean. 

“No.” Bobby looked over his shoulder.  “You’re not even trying.  I know you can do better than that.” 

“You’re just up my ass because you’re mad at me!” Dean turned around and stood from the chair.

“Yeah, but I also know that you can do better,” Bobby crossed his arms, face full of disdain.  

“Whatever,” Dean groaned. He swiped the paper off the table and threw it in the trash.  

“One sentence is not an apology letter.” Bobby stated plainly.  “Here’s what we’re gonna do.”  Bobby took a lined piece of paper and the pencil out of Dean’s hand.  The younger one huffed. “Don’t worry about the sounds and spelling right now.  Think about what you want to say.  Dean, what do you want to tell her?”

“I did what I had to do.  YN could not grow up in the life.  IT wasn’t safe. I’m not ashamed of what I did for her.  Although maybe we could have told her and explained it earlier on when she was a kid.” 

“You’ve messed around too much with this letter business. You and I will work together to complete it, but by the end of this, you will know how to spell every word in it and you’ll be able to read it. Got it?” 

“Bobby,” Dean sighed.  He rubbed his temples.  

“No, here.” Bobby tossed the pencil his way.  He grabbed an extra one from the counter and adjusted in his seat.  “Pretend we are writing the letter to her right now.  What are you going to tell her?”  Dean huffed, giving in to Bobby’s request. 

“Dear YNN, 

If I were to go back and make the choice again, I would have made the same one.  Hunting was not something you needed to be exposed to…..”

THREE WEEKS LATER

“...I wanted wha- what’s best for you.  If you become a parent, you’ll un- uh.” Dean took a deep breath. “Understand.  Your dad and I did it be- because it made sense, and he fell in love with you as he became friends with our family.  I don’t expect you to forgive me or whatever, but I wanted you to know that I do really love you. I’m sorry that it hap- happened the way that it did.  I hope you will forgive me eventually because you are every… everything to me.  Love, Dean.” 

He looked up at her to notice crossed arms but a smirk on her face.  

“Bobby done GOOD.” YN dropped her arms to her sides.  “I think I understand.  I just need you to know that I’m still processing.  But I do love you too, Dean. And Sammy.” She winked at her uncle as he, Jody, and Bobby looked on.  

“What about me and Jody? I put up with his sorry butt for the last four months, and Jody did the same for you.” Bobby said gruffly, but YN knew it was a facade.  

“Thank you all.” She grinned and looked at her hunter crew.  “You did really well, Dean.  I’m so proud of you.  You read that entire thing!” 

“I’m surprised, myself.” Dean shrugged.  “Hug? Please?” 

“Fine,” YN sighed, silly.  

“Thank you!” He rushed into her arms, excited that he had completed his task and was able to connect with her again.  Dean hugged her tightly as she felt a sense of calm rush over her.  

“I can read and write.  And it’s all because of you, kiddo.  I hope that you want to hang around more, but I will continue to respect your space, okay?”  He backed away so that he could read her face.  

“Actually… about that.” 

He raised a brow.  

“Can I move into the bunker? I’m done hunting, and Jody deserves her house back.” YN looked over at the other female hunter.  

“Really?  I mean,” he cleared his throat.  “As long as you keep your room clean, of course.” 

“Idjit.”

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Read and Right

YN age 21

Dean age 39

Sam age 35

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Warnings: description of injury and surgery, canon violence, language, fights, death

Summary: YN stops by to see the Winchesters on a case. Dean didn’t expect her kindness.

*This does not follow the canon timeline exactly.  Thanks to @sbcamp08 for the amazing beta! 

Words 5,600

“Dean, it says bacon or cheese.  Which do you want?”

“Both.”  Dean responded.

“Okay, both please.”  Sam ordered food for his brother.

“Thanks, Sammy,” Dean looked at the diner table instead of the waitress, ashamed.

“Thank you,” Sam gratefully complimented the waitress as she walked away.  “You’re fine, Dean.”

————-

“So, how’s the hunting?”  The Winchesters’ young friend asked Dean in the bunker.  Visiting for a few days while after a case, she stayed with the brothers.

“Kinda slow.  I’m getting anxious.  It’s good to actually visit with you though, tiny one.”  He laughed.  

“I’m not tiny!”  YN giggled in response.

“Short, feisty, smart, bark and a bite.  I wish I was like you.  Smart and all that.”

“I can see that,” YN gave her thanks, not a response Dean was not expecting. “You’re smart too, Dean.”

She saw a paper with scribbles on it near his elbow on the table.

Huh? Weird. 

“Nah.  I leave the smart stuff to other people.  I hunt.  That’s what I do.”

“You know you have to make connections and think critically to do that, right?  You’re the smartest hunter I know, Dean.  And being a hunter shouldn’t be your identity.  It’s what you do for work, that’s it.”

“Suck up,” Dean smiled but dismissed her compliment.

“Forget it, Dean.  Good night.”  YN was saddened by how he was consistently putting himself down.

“Uh- goodnight, YN.” 

—————

“‘Morning, sunshine,” Dean laughed at YN’s ratty hair.

“Shut up.  I need coffee.”  YN groaned.

“Here,” Dean poured a cup and handed it to her.

“Thanks.  You gonna read that?” She motioned to the newspaper on the island of the kitchen.

“Oh, no.”  He quickly shoved it over to her.  YN noticed the paper was opened to the crossword puzzle.  “You working on this?”

“No, you can have it.”  He winced, wanting to be as far away from it as possible.

“Okay, thanks.  You okay?”

“Yep!”  He recovered, scratching the back of his head.

“Man, these are hard!  What’s a motorized saw that goes back and forth?”  She looked quizzically at the page.

“Reciprocating.”  Dean jumped at the chance to answer.

“Dang, Dean!  Thanks!”  YN was surprised at the quick response.  “These other filled in boxes are just scribbles.”

“I need to go do- laundry.”  The male hunter tried to leave the situation quickly.

“Hey, Dean.  Did you do this?”

“No, I…” He trailed off, not thinking of a defense fast enough.

“It looks like gibberish.” She saw his face turn pale. “Can you write?”  YN looked at him with a quizzical expression.

“Umm.”  Dean paused.  YN took a beat.

He can’t write? Can he read? 

“It’s okay, Dean.”

“No, it’s not.”  He turned to face the wall.

“Turn around, Dean.” The younger hunter touched his shoulder to make him shift toward her.  He slowly followed her command.

“I never… learned.”

“Dean-“

“No,” he scooted away from her.  “It’s fine-“

“Would you like to learn?”  YN offered.  “I can try and teach you.”

He was taken aback by her lack of teasing.  Dean’s mouth was agape at her idea.

“No, I can’t.  It’s too late to teach an old dog new tricks.” Dean blinked, shrinking into himself.

“Exactly my point.  I can teach you.”

“You probably don’t have time,“ he shrugged.

“Don’t worry about that.  Don’t think about anyone else.  Do you want to learn?”

“Don’t make fun of me though!”  He snapped at her and then froze. YN could see the desperation on his innocent face.  He was giving her information he rarely told anyone.

“I would never.  Thank you for trusting me with this.  I would love to help you,” she made sure to give him a wide smile before she stood up. “I’ll be back in an hour.”

When YN returned, she carried shopping bags to the kitchen. She walked to his door and knocked. “Dean! Come with me!”

He opened the door and heard her footsteps down the hall.  Wiping his eyes from his nap, he followed the sound.

“Yeah?”  Dean turned the corner to the kitchen and saw pencils and workbooks on the kitchen table.  “No.”  He shifted on his feet when he realized what she had done.

“Dean.”  YN hopped up from the stool and ran after him. He walked swiftly down the hallway. “Stop!”  She yelled after him.

“I can’t! Okay, I just can’t.  I’m not smart, okay?”

“SMARTS HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH READING, DEAN!”  YN screamed at him. He quieted at her harsh response. “Stop saying that.  You do not get to believe that anymore,” she whispered.

“Okay.”

“Good,” YN let out a breath.  “Come on, then.”  She pivoted on her feet to enter the kitchen again.  He entered through the door frame fully before looking at the supplies on the table.  “Sit down.  I want to show you what I bought.”

“You didn’t have to-“

“Shut up and listen, Dean.  I know I don’t have to,” YN said calmly.  “I found these workbooks that assist with reading and writing.  There are also flash cards here for practice.”  She showed his the cover pages of the books.  The older hunter took in everything before him slowly.  

“That’s for babies!”  He pushed them all off the table. YN jumped back in surprise and shrieked, getting Dean’s attention. He froze and swallowed hard. “Sorry, YN.  I didn’t mean it, just a lot to take in is all.”

“It’s okay.  Look, we don’t have to start today.  I just wanted to show you.”

“Can’t I learn by reading bigger books?”

“We could, but it would take longer. Trust me, reading needs to be taught correctly.  If you put the work on with these, then I will make sure to find books you will like later on.”

“I don’t want to,” he sighed.

“I know.  How about this?  Since you don’t have any cases right now, if you work on it every day for the next week, I’ll stick around and clean the bunker?”

“You promise?”

“Promise.”

“And if you keep up with it, I will be on call for assistance.”  YN increased her offer.

“Really?”

“Well, yeah, Dean. Deal?”

“Deal.”

——

Day 1 

The next day, Dean and YN sat down to work on his academic skills. She chose to work on identification of the letters first. It was difficult for Dean.  Getting easily frustrated, he threw a flash card toward the wall. It floated to the floor not far from him.

“Gah!”

“Dean, just take a breath.  Focus on this second. I can see that you’re anxious, and that’s okay.”

“No, it’s not!  I should know how to do this!”  He gritted his teeth. Soothingly, YN told him that she knew the first day would be hard, so she would increase his work time slowly.  When he realized he couldn’t push her away with his defensiveness, he refocused.  As he practiced identifying the letters, he was able to work through it and identify a few more before they ended for the day.

“You did great, Dean!”

“I know like three letters…” he expressed his discouraged attitude. YN reassured his hard work and progress before she dismissed him for the day.

Day 2 

“Let’s review the letters you learned yesterday.”

“It’s like five letters.  I know them, let’s move on.”  Dean was already impatient.  

“Fine.  What’s this one?”  YN put a letter ‘e’ in front of him.

“Umm.  ‘D’?”  He was slow to answer, realizing he did not recognize the letter.

“Dean.  You guessed.  It’s okay that you don’t know.”

“You know what?  This is stupid.”

“Don’t care, big guy.”

“Never mind.  I don’t want to do this.  You can go home now.”

“Really, Dean?  After everything we’ve talked about? You can trust me! I’m pushing you because, yes, it’s hard, but you can do this.  You can.”

“It’s too hard.”

“The beginning is the hardest. Now, let’s sit down and do this, or I will not do your laundry.”  She grinned at her wager.

“Oh, please do it.  I hate it.”  Dean begged her, scared of her threat.

“You cannot compare yourself to other people. You don’t know how to read or write YET.  You will.  Not everyone knows how to hunt or work on cars either.  If they want to learn, they work at it, right?”  He nodded.  “So, that’s what we’re doing.  Every time you diminish yourself or your work, I’m making you tell me something you’ve done or are capable of doing that you’re proud of.”

“YN!”  He returned, frustrated.

“That’s two,” she counted.

“I’m not good at-“

“Three!”  YN said shortly.  Dean tried to fight back, but he shut his mouth when she put an index finger over her lips, signaling him to be quiet.  

“Fine.”

He became confused, switching a few letters. YN was able to work with him through his anger until he learned enough for that day.

“I’ll collect on those compliments when you’re calm and have possibly taken a nap. Go relax.”  YN was tired, but she encouraged him, showing him the emotional support that he needed.

That night as the two ate pie, YN asked for his accomplishments.

“You were serious?”

“Yeah, of course.  Come on.  Number 1.”  Dean wasted time not wanting to answer. “Dean, how about I give you options?”

“Umm.  Okay?”

“Number One’s options are: your ability to learn new skills quickly, your amazing protection and devotion to family, or rebuilding Baby?”

He thought for a minute before saying, “Sammy.  I will always protect him.”

“Good!  Nice work.  Okay, next one.”  YN continued her prompting until the three things were acknowledged.  “How do you feel?”

“Kinda funny, but I know those things are true.”

“You have great qualities, Dean.”

“Thanks.”  He offered a small, grateful smile.

——————

Day 3 

“Wow! Thanks for all the bacon!”  Dean looked at his breakfast plate.

“You’re going to have a heart attack.”  Sam rolled his eyes.

“Stop, Sam.  Dean did great work yesterday.  It should be rewarded, don’t you think?”

“With a heart attack? Weird, but sure.”  He chuckled.

“Not what she meant, bitch.”  Dean deadpanned.

“Sorry,” Sam quietly chuckled.

“He’s doing great.  Leave him alone, sprout.”  YN rebutted to Sam playfully.  “Once breakfast is done, will you be ready to practice your letters?” She turned toward Dean.

“If we have to…” he dragged out the last word in pseudo defiance.

“Smartass.”

“Every time,” he winked at her.

———-

“What’s this?”

“H”

“Awesome.”  YN smiled.  “We learned that one yesterday, and you remembered!  Good job, dude!”

“Yeah, but-.”

“You owe me a compliment for yourself.”

“Ugh, YN!”

“You wanna make it two?”  She was stern but not mean.

“No.  I should have said thank you. Sorry.”

“Look, my goal for you is to have these memorized by the time I leave at the end of the week. We are ten letters in and have 5 days left which includes today.  Let’s do this.  We got this.”  YN beamed.

“Do I though?”

“You can totally conquer this, yes.”

“What happens when you leave?”

“Let’s not worry about that right now.  Besides, I still have to clean this pigsty.”  YN giggled.

“It’s not THAT dirty, small fry.”

“Keep believing that, Pig Pen.”

————

Day 4

“I’m not cleaning this damn bunker if you keep throwing a fit, Dean.”

“I don’t remember though!”

“So don’t guess! Just tell me, and I will help you!”  YN groaned back at him.  “I want you to practice the other letters alone for a second.  I need a minute.  Excuse me.”  Not wanting to become angry, she left the room to refocus so that she could model positive coping skills.  Dean picked up the cards and flipped through them. The younger one walked into her guest room and crashed on the bed.

Come on, Dean. You got this. Stop degrading yourself.  You’re smart. Why can’t you see that? 

After a few minutes, YN took a breath and stood up. When she opened her door, Dean was sitting against the wall on the floor across the hall.

“What-“

“Look, I’m an ass.  I know.  I’m sorry,” Dean apologized. YN took a beat before crossing the hallway and sitting next to him.

“I’m going to tell you something that NO ONE knows.  Okay?”

“Oh, secrets. Do tell.”  Dean nudged her playfully.

“I’m serious.” Dean saw her expression change.  “I couldn’t read for a long time either.”

“Really?”  His eyes as wide as saucers.

“Yep.  It was awful.  Same story as you.  Moved around with Dad too much for me to really learn.”

“Who taught you to read?”  Dean was curious.

“Bobby,” she answered him.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Yep.  I offered to pay him so that I could stay with him after Dad died, but he said that I needed to learn to read as a type of payment.  So he taught me.”

“Wow!  And no one knew?  Dang.”

“Nope.”

She went on to tell him how she didn’t adjust to being instructed well, but Bobby wouldn’t give up on her.  YN reiterated her encouragement to Dean. He wasn’t alone, and she understood his frustration, but he was the smartest person she knew.  She respected him, and YN didn’t want him to feel limited or ashamed for being illiterate anymore.

“I get it.  It just takes so much time.”  Dean put his head in his hands.  

“You know who inspired me to read?”

“Your dad?”

“No,” she acknowledged. “You.”

“What? Why me?”

“You’re like my older brother.  You’ve known me since I was eight and my dad made friends with you on that wendigo case. I remember you teaching me about cars and self-defense. Everything you do, you’re good at.  Or you practice until you’re good at it.  I’ve wanted to be exactly like you ever since I met you.  And Sam too.  You guys are definitely a pair.”  YN complimented the boys.  

“Wow.  I didn’t know that.  Well, you’re pretty cool too, kid.”

“Ha. Thanks.  You ready to get back at it?”

“If we have to.” He laughed.

“Oh, shut up,” YN rolled her eyes.

—————-

Day 7 

“Sam!”  YN called for the younger Winchester. When he arrived in the kitchen, he saw Dean smiling. “Watch this.”  She quizzed Dean on the entire alphabet in order.  He named every one of them correctly, and he was able to recite the alphabet without assistance.  When Dean finished, he looked over at Sam. The younger Winchester had tears in his eyes.  He ran to YN and gave her an engulfing hug.  

“I can’t thank you enough.  This is amazing.”  Quickly, he let go of her and pulled Dean into him. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks, Sammy.” After a moment of silent appreciation, Dean asked, “Anyone want a beer?”

—————

“Thank you for cleaning.  You are making good on your promise.”  Dean met YN’s eyes.

“You kept yours.  I gotta keep mine.  When are you going to start the workbooks?” She asked

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, actually.”

“Oh?”

“I trust you. No one knows but you, Sam and Bobby.  Can you stay?  I mean, stay and teach me? I still have to actually learn to read now and write too. I’ll be good, I promise.”  He gave a sly grin.

“I need to hunt, Dean.  I want to help, but-“  She was afraid it would destroy their rapport but she had been ignoring Garth’s calls for hunts.

“That’s also why I wanted to bring this up.  You want to hunt with us?  That way we can do this on the road?  I need your help.”

“Really?” After a few seconds, she took a breath.  “I hadn’t thought about it, but sure.”  

“And could you clean the bunker more?  You keep it so nice.”

“You just want me to stay so that your tighty whiteys get washed!”  YN faked offense. “Yes, I will stay, you dweeb.”

————-

A Few Months Later 

The Winchesters and YN traveled to a small town in Ohio for a case. At a diner, YN prompted Dean to read the menu.

“E-ggs. Oh. Eggs.”

“Good.  The next one is harder, but sound it out.”

“Ba, Bac-on. Backon.”

“Nice job sounding it out.  There is no food called backon though. Try to think of what delicious goodness usually comes with eggs.”

“Bay-con, eggs and bacon!”  He beamed from ear to ear.  YN had never seen him smile so widely.  

“Yes!”  She gave him a high five.

“You can’t read ‘eggs and bacon’?  A waitress walked up to the table. Dean's eyes went wide and his face turned red.

“Excuse me.”  Dean tried to get out of the booth, but YN wouldn’t move. She put her hand on his chest to stop him.

“Look, lady, I don’t know who raised you, but they obviously don’t teach you manners.  This guy,” she pointed to Dean, “helped raise me.  He taught me to treat others with respect, no matter what.  You should learn that.  Your attitude is indelicate. We request that waitress over there or we’ll blast this restaurant’s service all over Yelp.  You understand me?” YN gave a guttural, protective sound with her statement.

The waitress let her jaw drop. Quickly she ran into the kitchen.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Dean thanked YN.

“Yes, I did. You’re practicing a skill.  She had no right to do that.  So, what do you want to eat?”

“Flapjacks- and lots of bacon.”

—————-

“You’ve learned to write A through M! That’s amazing, Dean.  Let me see!”  YN complimented him via computer video chat. Dean held up his paper where she could easily see lowercase letters covering the page.  They were fairly recognizable, and she was so proud of him.

“When are you coming back?”  Dean wanted his study buddy at the bunker.

“Garth said we’re almost done.  Besides, your cold should give you plenty of time to practice before Sam and I get back.  Probably a day and a half.”

“But I need my people,” Dean whined.

“You’re just a big baby.”  YN giggled. “The man-cold is real to you, isn’t it, Dean?” YN folded over in uncontrollable laughter.  

“No!”  He snapped back, defensive.

“Okay, okay.  Onto the next subject.  Look, I swiped your alphabet cards so that we could practice together while I was gone.  You ready for a review?”  YN raised a brow.

“YN!  I know the letters! I’m writing them.”  Dean complained.

“Okay then.  What’s this?”  She showed him the letter ‘q’, realizing he still had trouble with that one.

“Okay, I’m sorry.  I don’t know.”

“This is the letter ‘q’, Dean.  This is why we review.  Everyone does.  You consistently train to fight, right?”  She made eye contact. He agreed. “See? Same thing.  Only this is for reading and writing.”

“I understand.”

They practiced recognizing letters again before YN taught him to write the letter ‘N’.

“Okay, got your pencil?”  YN looked at Dean through the camera.

“Yep.”

“To start the letter, you begin with a straight line going down vertically to the bottom.  Next, a diagonal line from the top of the first line down to the bottom line.  Like this.”  She showed him her work as an example.  “Then go to the top and make a straight line down so that it touches the diagonal line.  All done.”  She smiled.  “Let’s see.”  He turned his paper to her. “Oh my gosh.  Dean!  That’s awesome!  Okay.  I want you to write it fifty times or until it looks consistent.  If you need examples, look through your workbooks, okay?”

“Fifty times?!”

“I can make it 100 if you want.”  She grinned slyly.

“Fine, I’m going! Goodnight, YN.”  Dean thanked her without using words.

“See you soon, Dean.”

————

“Dean!”  Sam yelled for his older brother in an urgent manner.  As Dean walked quickly into the entry room, he saw Sam holding YN in his arms. “She got shot.” Dean’s eyes went wide.  “Help me carry her downstairs and lift her onto a table?”  Sam requested.  “I hurt my hand.” 

“Oh, YN.  Yeah.”  He ran up the steps to take her from Sam. Semi-unconscious, she leaned into his body. “I got you, kid.”  He placed her onto the table before lifting her shirt so that he could view the bullet wound in her abdomen. “Ah, crap. Okay, Sam, go get cleaned up. I’ll take care of her.”

“Thanks, Dean.”

He turned his attention to YN as Sam left for the shower.

“Oh, sweetheart.  I’ve got you.”  He focused on the entry wound, seeing the metal piece right under her skin.  He carefully used some alcohol to clean the injury area and the tools before digging out the bullet. YN stirred but did not wake because of his homemade antibiotic.  When he was finished, he bandaged her stomach.  Carefully, he carried her to her bed.  “Goodnight, YN.”

—————

When Dean woke up the next morning on the floor of YN’s room, he heard, “Dean?” at a whisper.

“Hey, YN.  You okay, sweetheart?”

“Did you practice your writing while we were gone?” She whispered to him.

“Don’t worry about that right now.  Just rest.  Are you okay?  Do you hurt?”

“My abs.  What happened?”

—————

“No, you’re not sitting at the table with me.  You are resting. Resting in your bed.  I will bring my workbooks in here.”

“But, Dean!  It’s been two days!  I will go crazy.”

“You already are.  Now stay.”  Dean smiled to himself at his joke and turned and left her sulking on her bed.  He soon came back with his workbooks. “I practiced my ‘n’s’.  They look okay, see?”  He handed her his workbook.

“What the hell, Dean?”

“What?!”

“This is the best work you’ve done!”  YN beamed.

“Oh.” He ducked his head. “Thanks.”

“You should be proud, big guy.  You ready to start the ‘o’s’?”

“Yep!”  Dean settled on the floor to start his lesson. A few minutes later, he became angered. “Mine looks nothing like the book’s!”

“Dean, look at me.”  He turned to face her.  “This letter is one is the hardest to learn.  Don’t beat yourself up.  Either take a break or breathe and continue, but no bad thoughts.  You can do this.”  Dean sighed and looked back at his paper.  After some more practice, his letters became more consistent. “Good job, Dean.  Looks great.  I don't feel good.”  YN looked pale.  Dean grabbed a trash can and handed it to her.  She coughed hard, but didn’t throw up. When YN took a deep breath, she motioned for her water bottle on the desk.  Dean handed it to her.

“Let’s be done for today.  You rest.  I’ll go practice at the table.  Sleep well, YN.”

—————

“What the hell are you doing out of bed?”  Dean asked as he entered YN’s room.

“Bathroom.  Can you walk me there?”

“Oh.  Sure.  You feeling better?”

“Weak, but yeah.”  The two walked toward the restroom.  

“I’ll make you some lunch to get some food in you.”

“Chips and salsa?” She grinned, knowingly trying to manipulate him.

“Hell no. Not on your weak stomach.  We’ll start with toast.  Nice try, though.”  Dean let go of her when they reached the bathroom. He waited until the door opened to walk her back to her bed.

“Can I lay on the couch? I hate being alone in there. Please?”

“Fine, But you’re going to be horizontal, got it?”

“Yes, King McGrumpy Squirrelpants.”  YN couldn’t hold back her laughter.

“You know what, kid, you’re a handful.  Come on.”  He escorted her to the couch where she maneuvered herself to a flat position.  “Thank you.”  He bowed, silly.

“You’re an idiot.  But you’re welcome.”  YN waved her hand, dismissing him from his bow.

————-

“I don’t want to! Can’t we have a day off?”  Dean displayed his displeasure for writing his letters.

“Get your stuff, come on.”

“Ugh.  Tyrant.”  Dean growled.

“I love you too, Dean,” YN laughed uncontrollably. Dean grumbled as he exited the living room and came back with his work. “Okay, we’re on ‘s’, dude! Can you believe that?”

“Only a million to go,” he huffed.

“One.”

“No! No compliments!”  Dean groaned.

“Then don’t belittle how far you’ve come.”

“But I want to be done!”

“Two.”

“Gah!”

“Okay. Okay, breathe.  Don’t worry about that right now.  Give me my whiteboard.” He handed it to her. As they practiced, he didn’t feel his letters were becoming any better. “Dean.  I need you to relax.  It’s hard, but just focus on one letter at a time.”

Slowly, Dean started to feel as if his work was paying off for the day.

“Okay, Dean.  All done for today.  I need a nap.”

“I’ll keep practicing.”

“No, Dean.  All done.  If you don’t take breaks, you’ll resent learning.”  

“Ha! Already do.”  Dean grinned.  “Thanks, kid.”

—————-

As the three hunted, Dean continued to grasp reading and writing.  Learning the letters as well as the sounds, he became determined to finish the alphabet.

“Here.  Read this.”  YN tossed Dean a paperback book called Nan and Fran, underline an easy reader.

“A book?” Dean’s eyes lit up.

“Yeah, you’re almost done with the alphabet.  We have to practice putting all of the sounds together.”

“I’m not ready though.”  He looked at his shoes.

“Nonsense. Come on.  Read.  First page.”

He rolled his eyes and opened the book.  Dean looked up at YN, begging her with his eyes, scared.

“Dean. I mean it.  You’re ready.  It’s scary, but it’s a good thing.” YN gave a reassuring smile.

He took a deep breath and looked down at the first page.

“Nuh, Na, Nan,”  He grunted in near defeat.

“Good, keep going.”

“Nan an-d Fr-, Fra-n, Fran r-a-n.” He completed the sentence.

“Okay, now read it all together.”

“Nan and Fr- Fran ran,” Dean stated more confidently.  He beamed.  YN punched him in the arm.

“DEAN! That’s so good!  Okay, keep going.”

—————

2 Months Later

“I bought you a gift for your birthday, Dean.”  YN excitedly bounced on the balls of her feet.

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Here.”  She walked to him and handed him the bag.  He squinted at the wrapping paper.  When he moved it out of the way, he saw it.

“No way!”  Dean grinned at YN. “You got me a chapter book?”

“Of course.  You’ve worked hard.  You’ll like it.”

“Thank you, YN!”  Dean stood from his chair and engulfed her in a giant hug

“You’re welcome, Dean.  You deserve it.  It’s a great book.  It’s about this princess who finds her fairytale knight-“

“No, YN! Please, no.”  He whined.

“I’m just kidding, dweeb.  It’s about a spy.”

Dean gratefully grinned. “Awesome!  Hey Sammy!”  Dean walked into the next room, “I got a chapter book!” YN heard him exclaim to his brother.

“That’s amazing, Dean! You earned it, jerk.”

“Bitch.”

She smirked at their loving insults.

————-

“Hey, Bobby,” YN smiled as she entered his house. Dean and Sam followed behind.  They ate dinner soon after arrival, tired and hungry. When dinner and dishes were done, YN told Dean he needed to read his book.

“How did you get him to read like that?’”  Bobby pulled YN aside, observing Dean with an open book on the couch.

“Same as you taught me. Lots of practice.  And fighting and a little incentive,”  YN gave a chuckle.  

“Sounds like father like daughter.”

“Huh?”  She quizzically tilted her head.  Bobby’s mouth dropped at his own statement. “Wait, what?”

“Nothing. Dinner’s ready.”  Bobby tried to leave the area, but she yelled his name.  Everyone turned.

“Bobby, what are you talking about?”  YN asked as he walked away.  “Who is he talking about?”  She looked to Sam and Dean.

“What?”  The older Winchester looked at her having missed the conversation.

“What did he mean? Like father, like daughter? You and I are not related.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  He played dumb, but she saw the blood drain from his face.

“So it’s true? And to think I trusted you all!”  YN stomped out of the house, got into one of Bobby’s operable vehicles, and drove off.

“BOBBY!”  Dean yelled, angry at the older hunter.

—————-

“Hey, Jody.”  YN greeted her as Jody opened her front door.

“Hey, YN!  What are you-“. The sheriff pushed open her screen door to see red, puffy eyes.  “What happened?”

“I was staying with- the boys-“ she sniffled, “and we are visiting Bobby, but he said, he said that Dean is my dad!” YN ran into Jody’s arms.

“What?”  Jody let that sink in.  “Okay, come here.”

YN held onto Jody until she stopped crying on the couch.

“You ready to tell me what happened?”  Jody leaned away from her. YN nodded.  She took a deep breath.

“Bobby said something about being ‘like father like daughter’, meaning me and Dean.  Then, he froze. I saw Dean and his face went white. I knew after that.  I don’t remember the rest though. Somehow I made my way here.  Did you know about this?”

“No, sweetheart.  I didn’t, but I’m sure they had good reason.”

“That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

“I know, but I had to try.”

————-

“Really?”  Jody elevated her voice at the men.

“It was to keep her safe!” Dean argued back, motioning to YN.

“Yeah, well, now my fake dad is dead and my real one is a coward!  I had a right to know!”  YN screamed at Dean.

“Hate me if you want, but it was for your own good, I promise,” he whispered. “Excuse me,” He ducked his head and tried to leave the conversation when YN slid in front of him and body blocked him.

“Just sit down.”  She growled.  He backed away and sat on the couch.  Everyone’s eyes widened.  

“Sam, Bobby,” Jody nodded toward the door.  “They need a minute. As the three left, YN walked over to Dean. He started to look up at her, but she slapped him on the face.  He opened his mouth to stretch the now reddened skin.

“I deserved that,” he whispered.

“Hell yeah, you did. Explain to me why you didn’t raise me and why you kept it a damn secret!”

“YN, your dad was a friend of mine when I found out I was going to be a father. He wasn’t into hunting at the time, and he and your mom wanted to have kids, so-“ He was interrupted.

“So you shipped me off?  And you stayed away? Until I was eight, Dean?  You didn’t even want to help me after he died I was fifteen!”

“To keep you safe! He got into hunting because of your mom’s death after you were born and but you were already being taken care of by him.  He had to protect you.  I couldn’t waltz in and take over, that wouldn’t have been right.”

“Damnit, Dean. Anything else you want to add?”  YN huffed.  “Was I a mistake?”

“What?  No.  Of course not.  We just had to look out for you.”

“Okay, so who’s my real mom?”

“She was the longest girlfriend I ever had.  She was amazing.  You look just like her.”

“What’s her name?  Is she still alive?”

“Her name was Esmeralda, but I called her Ezzy.  No, she isn’t.  Sorry, sweetie.” He pulled her to sit next to him.  

“Oh. My-“. She put her head in her hands.

“It’s a lot, I know.”  Dean rubbed her back.

Tears ending over, she wiped them away with her fingertips. “So, hunting?”

“Yeah, that’s what took her from me.  Look, that’s a conversation for another time, but just know I love you.  I always have.” He pulled her into him lovingly.

“Gah, Dean.  I can’t- I just- it’s too much.”  YN stood up.  

“It’s a lot. I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t have changed my decision though. He was a better father than I would have been.”

“I need a minute,” YN swiftly left the room and ran up the stairs.  

———-

An hour later Jody sat with Dean in Bobby’s living room.  “She still not talking to you?”  

“Up in her room.  Won’t come out.”  Dean put his head in his hands.

“Wow.”

“Yeah.  Jody, I-  she wasn’t supposed to find out.”

“But she did, Dean.  Blame it all on whatever you want, but your little girl is confused and lost.  Don’t let her get in her own head or you’ll lose her.”  Jody sat across from him.

“He already did,” YN suddenly walked down the stairs.  “And to think you were my hero.”  She eyed Dean. “I helped you, damnit!  Forget it, don’t call me and ask for any more.”

“YN-” Dean started.

“No.  You ripped my heart out and then stomped on it with your big, bad, hunter boot.  I need some time.”  YN threw her backpack over her shoulder.  “I’m staying with Jody for a while.”

“Please don’t.  I promise I will-”

“Your promises do not have any weight right now, Dean.  I need to think, and I can’t with you so close.”  YN frowned.

“Kid, do you hate me?”

“Can we go, Jody?”  YN ignored his question.

“Sure, YN.”  Jody stood, but stopped movement when Dean stood as well and crossed his arms.

“You knew about this?”  He looked at Jody.  “She and I need to figure this out.”

“Dean, don’t.”  YN rolled her eyes.  “I’m leaving.”

“Stop.  We need to talk about this,” Dean tried to put a hand up to block her.

“When you can write me an apology letter, let me know.  It will probably take you a while, asshole.  Bobby can help you with the rest of it, but he won’t be as nice as I was. Bye, Dean.”

YN walked out of the house and slammed the screen door.

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