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Fay, I am your father
, Dean/Daughter fic. He wants her back.
Member No.: 18,835
Joined: 8-April 07
Here's your long awaited update.
I just finished a really long story for Dark Angel, it's on ff.net.
And everything I was writing was on hiatus because of it. I've been working on it through the same amount of time I had this story, but it seems more prudent, so I worked on that most.
Well..since it's finished, I've been updating my other stories!
We walked into the diner down the street from my house slowly. I took in the old furnishings of the place. It had grown to be my second home. It had red vinyl booths that added to the vintage flare. The floor was checkered black and white, and the bar was the same pattern. All the waitresses had to roll around on old fashioned skates to take the orders.
Whenever I would get into a fight with my parents, this is where I would escape to. I guess I didn't seem like the type who would go to a diner, so no one ever thought to look for me here.
We settled into a booth right before Cherry, the waitress who was like my second mother, came to ask us what we wanted to eat. "I'll have a burger and fries, with a strawberry milkshake on the side."
"And for you?" She asked Dean. Dad. Dean. Dad. I didn't know which one to call him yet.
"Same thing, except chocolate instead of strawberry."
"I'll put this in right now. Good choice, Fay."
"Cherry?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. What about it?"
"She doesn't look like a cherry."
"It's because her hair. Notice how it's 'cherry' red?"
"Adds a nice touch."
Cherry was a 50 year old woman with wrinkles from here to hawaii. She walked with a jump to her step, seeing as how she was required to use the skates. She had broken her hip bowling a few years ago. "I think so too." I looked at him. "So...what would you like to talk about first?"
"Well...how about your mother."
"Your - REAL - mother."
"What would you like to know about her?"
I thought about it. "Everything."
"All right. She was pretty. Curly hair like yours, though hers was dark brown, almost black. She had your eyes, too. You got your personality from me, same as your hair color. Hopefully you have ass-kicking genes, then you'd REALLY be a Winchester."
"I took out a linebacker when I was a freshman."
He stared shocked. "Really?"
Cherry brought our plates to the table, our food steaming on top. I dug into my fries as soon as she set them on the table. Apparently, I was pretty hungry. Both adults seemed to notice too. They stared at me like I just ate a gazelle with my bare hands and teeth. "Whatphf?" I managed to say around the food.
"Hungry?" Cherry joked.
"Haha! I haven't eaten all day."
I kept eating the fries. "You make it seem like all year. Hell, your whole life." Dean said.
"Bye kid." Cherry laughed.
"Bye Cherry." She walked away. "Hey...uh...Dean...?"
He looked up from his food.
"What should I call you?"
"Well...uh...Dean, or dad. Whichever is more comfortable."
"I'll try Dean for a while. See if Dad sticks better."
"So...she died on the table?" I asked.
He stopped eating mid bite.
"Yes." He whispered.
"How? What happened?"
"To much blood loss." He said simply.
"She wasn't that healthy to begin with. She had a lot of problems. She was allergic to basically everything."
"Wow...that explains that."
"What?" He asked.
"So am I."
"Really?" He didn't seem surprised.
"Yeah." I took a bite of my burger. "So...my mom says that you have a brother and a dad. What are their names?"
"Your uncles name is Sam, and your grandads name is John. He likes Sir better though." He laughed.
"Yeah, they're toughies...well...dad is...Sam is a softie, always has, always will be."
I was trying to listen, but I was just so shocked at how much he reminded me of me. He caught me staring. "What? Something on my face?"
I laughed. "No...it's just...there is a resemblence."
"Well you are my daughter."
"I think we should get going. I don't want you to get into trouble for being home late when it's your birthday. Oh, happy birthday by the way. I have something for you at the hotel. I hope to see you again."
"You're my father. I demand it."
"Yep...you're a Winchester."
"And don't you forget it."
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We walked up to the house slowly. Too slowly. It was getting awkward. It felt kinda’ like a first date or something. “So…thanks for dinner.”
He nodded. “You’re welcome. I owe you a lot more.”
“I agree. But we can get to that at a later time.”
We stopped at the front door. As if by magic, it swung open revealing my father, well…Roger, standing there. “Faith, get inside.” He sounded angry.
“This man has no right to barge into your life so spontaneously. He needs to leave. Now.”
“No, I’m not leaving. She’s my daughter.”
“No…she’s my daughter. I raised her.”
“I couldn’t. I was sixteen.”
“You could have kept her.”
“I didn’t want to raise her while on the road. I don’t settle, I never have, never will. Do you not understand that?”
“I understand, but you left her.”
“I didn’t leave her. I didn’t have a choice. Hell, you met my father. He makes a decision, and he sticks with it. He told me that it would be to dangerous, and that it’s no place to raise a child. Being on the road, that is. I refuse to take this bull from you. You and your perky little ‘know-it-all’ wife, can just back off, and let me have a few moments with my kid. Thank you.”
He turned and walked towards his car. He sat on the hood fuming.
I turned to look at my dad and saw that he looked sorrowful. “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into. Anything happens, I’m not here for a back up.”
Whoa. What? Did he really just say that? What the hell would he need to back up? I don’t have a car, I can’t reverse anything. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. You make any decision with him, where you end up going with him; as soon as he’s done being a father like the first time…you aren’t aloud home. You stay with him…live your own life. You make the decision. Your life here, with all your friends and true family? Or your life with him, his brother, and his father, stuffed into two cars driving for god knows how long and to god knows where. I don’t care what your decision is. Just know...your mother and I love you, and would do anything for you, anytime, but you make the choice to leave for the Winchesters…and you aren’t coming back.”
He turned and walked into the house, slamming the door behind him as he went.
Did that really just happen?
I walked slowly, almost numbly, back towards the car. Dean was still sitting on the hood, though he looked a bit more relaxed. “You okay?” He asked.
“No.” Was all I said. “I’ll be right back.”
I ran for the door. As soon as I got in, everyone in the family room, people who I didn’t care to see who they were, yelled ‘Surprise!’. I bounced for the stairs as fast as I could, hearing my name called questioningly behind me. I flew into my room, and leapt towards the closet. I pulled out my duffel and ran the three short steps for to my dresser.
Once there, I took out everything I could and stuffed it into the duffel. The duffel itself was pretty awesome. It had stitching of all the best classic and mullet rock backs from here to heaven on it. It was black with red stripes.
I stuffed it full of everything I could find. Shirts, pants, socks, makeup, toiletries, I filled it until the bag was shredding at the seams. After I was all prepared, cell phone, charger, everything I needed to live a life, I ran back out of my room and down the stairs. Everyone was on their feet at once as soon as I rounded the corner. “Faith, where are you going?” My mother asked me.
“I guess I’m never coming back, dad.”
I walked out of the house, closing the door lightly, making sure not to slam it.
Dean looked pleasantly surprised to see my carrying a bag. “Coming with me?”
“Yes. That okay?”
“That’s fine. Hope you don’t mind a bunch of guys.”
“I love guys.”
I chuckled. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”
“Let’s hit it.”
We took off, the engine rumbling as we went.
This was going to be great.
A new dad, grandpa, AND uncle. This was awesome.
I just hope I made the right choice. What’s better? Real family? Or true family?
Reminds me of a tootsie roll pop commercial…
‘The world may never know…’
EEK! I updated! lol.
I wrote this at like...12 this morning...so it might not be grreat, but I got good reveiws for it on ff.net.
So I hope you guys like it!
I wrote it when I got back from homecoming.