The child // Dad!Dean

Meeting Kyra

Welcome to todays TW's:

Abuse (by adoptive parents)

Abuse again (by John Winchester, bc I hate him and he's a fuck tart)

Thank you for your attention. Please proceed.

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Dean's heart was beating at about a hundred miles an hour, which was also the speed he was driving with. It was way over the limit, but he didn't care.

Today was the day. He had been waiting for it for the past eight years.

Today Dean would go back to the orphanage he left Kyra when he was sixteen.

Every day he had been working towards it, trying to save up money without making his dad suspicious. And after Sammy went off to college a year ago, it made things a lot easier for Dean.

Two months ago he had finally left, packed his bags in the middle of the night and got himself an apartment in a city close to the orphanage.

It had taken Dean a lot of self-control to not just drive there. First he had to get a proper job, get some stability.

But now it was time.

He didn't even listen to any music on the way there. Trying to keep himself calm.

Maybe she wasn't even there anymore. Maybe- no, probably she got adopted. Maybe those people didn't want her to see him.

Dean couldn't stop the overthinking until he parked his car in front of the rather old building. It still looked the same as it did the last time he had been there. It made Deans heart beat even faster.

„C'mon! You can do this." Dean gave himself a little pep-talk before getting out of the car and walking straight to the entrance.

With sweaty hands Dean pushed open the door, stepping inside the dim reception hall. It took his eyes a moment to adjust, since it had been very bright outside.

„Can I help you?"

Dean recognized the voice right away, a smile appearing on his lips as he blinked at the old lady behind the reception desk. She still looked the same, maybe a few more strands of white hair.

„Hi, I don't know if you remember me, but-"

„Oh!" The lady's face lit up as she put on her pink glasses to get a better look at Dean. „You're the boy... Winchester? You were a lot younger the last time I saw you."

Dean nodded, pleasantly surprised. He could feel a bit off his anxiety fall off him, stepping closer to the desk. „Yeah, I grew up."

„You sure did! And I assume you are here for-"

„Her! Yes!" The words burst out of Dean, not able to wait any longer. He needed to know wether or not he was going to be able to see his daughter again.

The smile on the lady's lips remained, but her eyes darkened a little as she started straightening out her pencils. Nodding she mumbled: „Yes, she's here."

Dean didn't get why she was acting so strange all of a sudden. His daughter was there, wasn't that good news?

„That's great! Can I see her?" Dean asked.

„Yes, but we have to talk first, sweetie. There are a few things you need to know."

More than confused Dean followed the old lady to another room. He assumed it was for privacy reasons.
By the time she had prepared a cup of tea for him and sit opposite of him, Dean was on the edge of his seat.