Remember me, Dean Winchester? ~ Dean x Reader

7. Who is Jessica's Father?

10:51 PM

Jess POV

I can't stop thinking about that kiss. Dean. I can still feel the warmth of his lips on my skin...

I stand outside the Bunker in the cold dark night, leaning on Dean's car. I twirl my dad's knife in my hands.

"You be good kiddo. Your daddy's gotta go on a work trip for a few days. But I'll be back. If ya need anythin' you call Gramms, kay?"

"Yes Dad," before I could think I ran into his arms to give him a hug, "I'll miss you. I always miss you. Come back soon so I can beat your butt again in darts." I slightly nudged his cheek with my fist. He smiled and gave my forehead a kiss and walked out of the door...

I never saw him again after that.

"Oh Dad, I have so many questions. And most of all...I miss you..." A tear rolled down my right cheek.

"It's a bit chilly out here, don't you think?"

I wiped my cheek and looked up to see Dean walking to me from the right side of the car.

I forced a smile, "Hey Dean..."

Dean leaned against Baby on the right of me. He crossed his arms and looked down at his boots. It was silent for a minute, then he rose his head up at the night sky.

"Our dad...he um...he passed away a few years ago. Sam and I, we had the hardest time. Me especially. Dad was all I had. I looked up to him every step of the way. Sam struggled too. Mostly because they had so many unspoken words after Sam had left for college. All that time after Sam and I got back on the road together, Sam and Dad never really got to speak."

I starred at Dean as he still looked off into the night sky above, "What about you Dean? Did you have any unspoken words?"

"I um, I just wish I could hug him one last time..." Dean clears his throat and rubs his face and bumps my shoulder, "What was you Dad like?"

I smiled, "Dad was, Dad was great at darts, but I was better. Deep down, though, I know he was letting me win. He was hilarious and knew how to bright up my day. He loved to take me to the movies every chance he could. He loved blueberry jam on his pb&j. He was a nerd deep down, talking about fantasy books," my smile faded a little, "My mom had disappeared when I was young. Dad didn't take it so well but he seemed to do okay after a few months. He was on the road ever since with his job. I always figured it was from the loss of my mom and he needed to keep busy...but I guess it was because of.. all of this.." I lifted the knife up to my face.

Dean looked at the the knife and smiled, "Still can't believe your Dan Hendricks daughter."

We both laughed.

"Yeah me neither. I guess it has more meaning now that it did before I got taken by those sons of bitches."

Dean sat up on the hood of Baby. He laid down and pat on the hood next to him. I laid down next to him on his hood. We both looked up at the stars. It was a beautiful night.

"You dad never told you about this life because he wanted to protect you Jess. This is a very rough life. Saving people, hunting things. It can get stressful and lonely. It can get chaotic. I woudl never ask this life for anyone. But.." he sighed, "You are one of us. A hunter. Your Dad was one of us, so you are too. We're family us hunters. We look after each other."

2 HOURS LATER

"Look I just want to find him and stab him right in that dumb face of his."