I went to sleep still upset and mentally kicking myself for being so stupid and betraying Dean like that even if it was an accident. It was just another time that I cried myself to sleep. In the morning I was going to talk to my dad about all of this. I had some things I needed to say.
I woke up in the morning fairly late since crying the night before wore me out. I got up and threw on a Comfy t-shirt and some skinny jeans. I walked out and saw only my dad sitting out there with no Dean to be found. "Where's Dean?"
"He went to stock up on supplies and food and do some looking and asking around to see if we can find a case. He'll be gone a while."
"Well then, can you and I talk?"
"Sure." He said and followed me to my room. He took the chair from my desk and I sat on my bed.
"Why did you tell Dean that what I said slipped out? I asked, I begged you not to."
"Because he shouldn't have been telling you that stuff. He didn't ask me if he could tell you, and it's my decision on whether or not you find out about the messed up stuff either of us have dealt with."
"But it's my decision in asking or not. I asked him what was wrong, and he continuously made sure I was ok with him telling me some messed up stuff. If you were mad, you could have just been mad at me. Getting mad at him just made everything worse."
"What do you mean it made everything worse?"
"When I got home last night, I didn't run to my room because I was mad at you. I came to my room to cry ok? And it's because of you that I was."
"Why were you crying? I never even yelled at you."
"Because when you told Dean that I told you, you made him think he can't ever trust me again. He understands that it just slipped out, but he doesn't trust me anymore. He and I promised each other not to tell you. And it would have been ok if you hadn't said anything, but now my relationship with him is different. He's never gonna have a personal conversation with me ever again. I chose to have him tell me what was going on. It's not your choice. It's mine, and he made sure I was going to be ok with what he told me. He wanted to get it off his chest and I saw a positive change once he did."
"Look, I just don't want you to deal with what we've gone through. Our lives have been anything but nice. We have both gone through and done things we aren't proud of. You don't need to go through it too. I guess I did kind of overreact, and I'm sorry. If you want me to, I can talk to Dean and explain that he should still trust you and that it was my fault for bringing it up and you had no way out of it. You wouldn't lie to me, so you were stuck."
"I understand where you are coming from, but if I agree to hear what he has to say, it's my choice. Even if I accidentally say something, if I tell you I agreed to hear it, then you shouldn't tell him anything. Ideally, i would like us to all be able to talk about anything with no secrets, but that is not likely. And yes, I would like you to talk to him. I just feel so bad about everything." I said, and wiped the tears from my face.
"Hey, don't feel bad. Everything was an accident. I'm sure Dean forgives you, and I'm hoping you forgive me too."
"Of course I forgive you. You were just trying to protect me from the messed up stuff you've dealt with. I love you."
"I love you too kiddo." He said with a big, genuine smile that made me instantly feel better.

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Daughter of the Moose (sequel to 'Married to a Moose')
FanfictionSam has a daughter. She was put up for adoption so she could have a childhood. Will Sam love and accept her? Will they ever meet? Will she accept the life her dad lives?