Fay, I am your father, Dean/Daughter fic. He wants her back.

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And here's one of them that just kinda' popped out of my head.
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The sun was shining almost blindingly through the slates of the shades on my window. I groaned and slammed a hand down onto my alarm clock, immediately shutting off the annoying buzz of the alarm. I rolled over onto my stomach, feeling the haze of the morning wash over me just as my door opened a crack. "You awake?" I heard my mom ask.

"If you call this being awake." I answered sleepily.

"Well you gotta get up sleepy head, your fathers coming home early today so that we can celebrate your birthday."

"Oh goody." I mumbled, throwing the covers over my head and stepping onto the hardwood floor.

i looked around my bedroom, noting that i hadn't cleaned it in a while. My floor was covered in clothing from the previous week, telling me that I need tdo my laundry. Makeup was strewn about my dresser and vanity. "Mom?"

"Yes?"
I turned toward the door and watched as she opened it more and stepped inside, maneuvering her way over to the bed. ¡°Why do we need to celebrate my birthday? I'm only turning 16, no biggie."

"It's a huge biggie Fay."

"Mom, it's really not."

"Why do you think it's not? You're turning 16, you get your license in a few weeks, and me and your father have a surprise for you," Mom seemed jittery this morning. Her leg was tapping up and down nervously and her eyes seemed to be moving from one place to the other continuously.

"You okay mom?"

She smiled at me, "I'm fine sweetie."

She kissed my forehead lazily and stood. "Just get ready."

She left my room and I sighed. I walked over to my computer and switched it on. I clicked open the 'Internet Explorer' icon, and waited for it to load. It loaded within seconds, with a million pop ups clicking open in the process. I exited out of each and every one, before opening my emails.

There were a few from people that I didn¡¯t know, but one caught my attention. The name on it was dchester, and the subject line said 'IMPORTANT'. I didn't know what or who it was, so reluctantly, I opened it.

Inside the letter was something that would turn my life completely upside down. In big, bold letters across the screen, were 4 words that made my stomach flip in a complete 360.

'I AM YOUR FATHER.'

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I blinked.

'What? How is he my father when my dad is my dad? Wait…huh?'

I reread the words again and again, trying to see if they would change into a sentence that would make sense. Nothing happened. 'What the heck?' There was a knock on my door. More persistent than normal. "Why aren't you getting dressed yet, Faith?" Oooh, she sounded angry. But who cares, I was getting pissed.

"Do you have something you'd like to tell me?" I asked icily. If there was something going on here, then my own MOTHER should know right? Well…if she really is my mother.

"Why do you ask? I'm just trying to get you out of bed--,"

"I am out of bed. And this email that I just read…is saying some pretty damn interesting things in it."

I turned to face the computer screen again, eyeing the ridiculous words as my mother came and stood behind me. "I am your father." I read the words aloud for her. "I already have a father mom. Who is this guy, and why does he think he's my father? Why don’t I look like you or dad? Why don’t I have a birth certificate? Why is it that whenever I ask questions about my birth, you say you don’t remember, but you remember things BEFORE my birth, times with grandma and stuff?"

She was stark white. Her hands started shaking where they were precariously placed on the back of the chair.

"What aren’t you telling me mom?"

"Honey…I…"

"Am I adopted?"

She blinked twice. Then, in a quiet, almost unintelligible voice, said: "Yes."

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I couldn't believe it. I was adopted. Why hadn't they told me before?

"Why didn't you tell me?" I was on the brink of crying.

"Your father and I didn't know how to tell you."

"It's one of those things a girl is supposed to know." I sounded delirious.

"Honey...your real mother and father--," She paused and took a big gulp of air. "They were incredibly young when they had you."

That caught my attention. "How young?"

"They were 15. Your father should be around 30 or 30."

"And my mother?"

"She died on the table. Your dad was always on the rode apparently with his dad and little brother. He wanted to keep you, but HIS father said that it wouldn't be safe. I didn't understand...but I didn't ask. He cried the whole time your father and I were planning on taking you. He handed me you and just...walked away. I didn't know how to tell you. But it seems he beat me to the punch."

I was shocked. My real mom was dead. And my father was just now trying to contact me. Wow.

"I need to get ready to go. I don't feel like being here right now. Sorry...I just...I'll be back later."

I walked out of the room and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I took a deep shaky breath before exhaling, just as shakily. I looked into the mirror, surveying my reflection.

My sandy blonde hair was hanging loosely in tangled ringlets. My blue eyes were rimmed in red from unshed tears. My pajamas were hanging limp on my terribly starved body. I needed to take a shower.

I turned towards the shower and started to take steps forward to the curtain. The room was starting to spin so I had to plop down on the edge of the shower, trying to steady myself. My attempts at that were being lost, so reluctantly; I headed out of the bathroom back into my bedroom.

I walked in, and quietly shut the door so that my mother couldn't hear that I'd come out. I tiptoed over to my vanity which held all of my accessories, searching for my brush. I ran it through my hair, feeling it spring to life from the bristles.

Then, I applied pink tinted lip-gloss and went to my closet to search for clothes. I decided to go casual today, so I took out my darkest pair of blue jeans, a loose fitting black t shirt, with the band 'The Who' stitched onto the front, a dark blue jacket with stars and the word 'Roxy' on the back, and black Old Navy Sandals.

I took my dark brown tinted sunglasses and slipped them onto the bridge of my nose, and headed out of my room. I made it half way down the stairs when my mother called my name. "What?" I couldn't help my snap it. I was angry.

"Where are you going exactly?" She sounded angry, hurt, confused, and maybe a little worried, but she should be.

"I'll make sure to let you know when I do." I jumped down the rest of the stairs and bounded for the door.

I opened it with enough force to take out a football player, and found myself face to face, well...more like chest to face, with a man with startling green eyes, dark blonde hair, and 5 o'clock shadow. He was roughly 6 foot. Superior to my meek 5'4.

"Are you Faith?" He had a deep voice that sent chills down my spine, not with fear, no...not fear, but maybe...remembrance?

"Yes. Who are you?" My voice shook with anticipation. I didn't know who he would say he was, but I had a feeling that I knew who he was somehow.

"My name is Dean. Winchester. Dean Winchester." I thought about it. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks strapped to a wrecking ball. Dchester...the screen name that I got the email from.

"Oh my god..." I whispered. "You’re…my...?"

He nodded.

I could feel my eyes get gradually wider by each passing second. Well...at least until the room turned black, and my body took a plunge for the floor. But surprisingly...it never came. Only strong arms wrapping around my shoulders and soothing words being whispered in my ear. "It's okay...I'll explain it later. Just rest."

And that’s what I did. I closed my eyes, hoping that I would awake from this, what I hoped, was a dream.

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I felt weightless.

As if my entire body had no mass whatsoever.

Also, if felt like I was moving. Slowly, but fast enough to make my head spin. I opened one eye to a slit and was blinded by the sudden impact of the suns rays shining across my face. Groaning, I opened my other eye and looked up into concerned green eyes. "Hey there." It all came back in a rush: the email, the adoption, the dad, the door.... oh god the door. I fainted.

Oh god I fainted.

"Hi..." I grumbled. He stopped walking and gently propped me on my feet. I stumbled a little, and he steadied me by placing a firm hand on my shaking shoulder.

"You all right?"

"Oh yeah, just dandy."

He chuckled. "Well...if I needed any proof of me bein' your dad, that was it."

I scowled. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"That you sound just like me."

"Good or bad?"

"I can't tell yet. Give me a minute."

"Only a minute?"

"If you really are my kid, then it'll only take a minute."

"Duley noted."

I looked around and noticed that we were in my bedroom. "You carried me upstairs?"

He looked embarressed. "Yup."

"Thanks." I blushed a little because I, just then, realized that I was talking to my dad. "Name?"

He looked up. "'Scuse me?"

"Your name. What is it?"

"Oh, uh, Dean, Winchester."

"Oh right, I knew that." I shook my head rapidly, forgetting that I was already dizzy. "Oh that was dumb." I stumbled backward. I was about to fall onto the floor when strong arms wrapped around my shoulders. As soon as I was back on my feet, the arms whipped away like I was on fire. "Thanks."

"Uh...no problem."

"I have a feeling that this shouldn't be so awkward."

"What shouldn't?"

"That fact that you're my dad, you're here talking to me, and we're acting like....I don't know. We're afraid of each other."

He looked at me for a second. "I guess your right. Do you want the whole entire truth about why I'm here, right here? Right now? With your mother downstairs?"

He had a viable point. "No."

"Would you like to go get a bite to eat. You look like you haven't eaten since you were seven. You're like a twig."

My jaw dropped. "Aren't parents supposed to want their kids to be pretty?"

"Not if they just met no. I would rather you be healthy instead of pretty. Though you are very pretty anyways. You should just eat more. You look kinda' sick. Are you feeling okay? Do you want to go back to sleep? Do you want me to leave? I can if you want me--,"

"Whoa, hold your horses Jethro. You're rambling. I'm not sick. I eat regularly, almost all the time. I just have a very fast metabolism."

"Oh. Uh...okay. So...a bite to eat?"

"That sounds good."

I walked to the door and shouted to my mother. "Mom!?"

"Yes honey?"

"Me and uh...Dean..." I risked a look back and saw the hurt look on his face. Though his eyes read understanding. "Are going to go get a bite to eat. That okay?"

She seemed to think about it for a second. "Thats fine. Be back early though. It's still your birthday."

I mock soluted the air in front of me. "Yes ma'am." I heard a low chuckle from behind me.

"Yep...you're definitley a Winchester."

"I'm actually a James. But we can work on that."

He gave me a look of exasperation and sighed. "I guess your right. That's sorta what I wanted to talk to you about while we ate. I hope you don't mind us talkin' about it. Do you?"

I thought about it. "No, that's cool."

"Okay. Let's go."
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