Daughter of the Moose (sequel to 'Married to a Moose')

Chapter 29

We were prepared to go on our hunt. I had just packed my stuff. There was a presumed ghost attacking residents of a house not too far from my old hometown. I was pumped to fight my first ghost.

"Hey Alex, we need to talk. The 3 of us." My dad said suddenly

"Ok." I said skeptically and cautiously. "What's up?"

"We don't want you staying and hunting with us anymore. Well, I don't. Dean wants you to stay but understands its my choice."

"Why? What do you mean you don't want me staying with you anymore? I thought you loved me and wanted me as your daughter."

"I do love you Alex. It's just that I was thinking about that last hunt. You were close to getting killed and it was on my watch. I'm sorry I put you in so much danger. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you died on my watch. I think your parents were right. This isn't the life for you. With them you'll be safe."

"But I don't love them. I love you and Dean. I need true family who loves me."

"It may not seem like they love you, but they loved you enough to try to keep you away from me so you wouldn't get hurt."

"Them trying to keep me from you Was. Not. Love. I love you two more than anything or anyone in the world. I don't want to lose you both."

"You won't lose us. We can stay in contact, but we are taking you back."

We drove away and I didn't have a choice. I was going back to a life that I didn't think was mine. At this point my old life felt like someone else's, and I didn't belong in that life. I didn't love my parents and they didn't love me. I loved that they cared for me, but I never felt an emotional connection with them. They just never seemed to treat me like a daughter. I stared out the window of the impala. My dad and Dean tried to make conversation but I ignored every attempt. It was quiet on the long ride. I was so mad and upset and felt betrayed that I didn't speak a word to them even when we stopped for food. I contemplated just running off when we stopped for gas just so I wouldn't have to go back, but I never could. After a long ride, we finally arrived at my old house. It brought a sickening feeling into my stomach. It was so strong I almost got sick.

My dad rang the doorbell. They answered. I hid behind Dean.

"What do you want Sam?"

"I believe you were right. Alex should live a normal life. She is fine, a little banged up, but ok. It shouldn't have been my choice to take her away from you and so I've brought her back. I don't want her getting hurt. She is to remain in contact with both of us though no matter how you feel about us."

"I'm glad you finally see it our way Sam."

I came out from behind Dean and they hugged me. It felt so fake though. It made me queasy. They treated me right, but I never felt a connection. I turned around after their hugs with tears in my eyes. It was in that moment, that I saw both my dad and Dean cry for the first time without trying to hide it. I hugged Dean first. He spoke to me quietly.

"You better as heck call or text me every couple days. I'm gonna miss you Alex. I'm still here for you to talk to no matter what."

We regretfully left each other's grasp and wiped the stray tears that were falling down our faces. I hugged my dad next.

"Dad. Please don't. I love you and I want to be with you. I thought you said from the beginning you had wanted me. What changed?" I said softly on the verge of bawling.

"Hey." He said, lifting my head up to look him in the eyes. "it's not that I don't want you. I just don't want you getting hurt again. I love and care about you too much. I can't put my daughter in danger. I have to do this."
I just nodded, not sure what to say, and hugged him as tight as I could. He kissed me on the forehead

"You are gonna call every week and text as often as you can and want to. Ok?"

"Ok." I said. After the boys left, I went upstairs and just laid in my room all night. I spent a good week laying in bed texting them as much as I could, but feeling so alone didn't leave much to talk about. I was sinking into a depression. My parents were ok with that and were giving me 'time to grieve'. There was one thing I decided to talk to Dean about.... Something that had been on my chest and was one reason I wanted to stay with the boys but had never admitted to them.