How to pronounce Geneave:
(Jen-a-ve)
How to pronounce Dimitria:
(De-mi-trē-a)
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"You know what Sam? I'm done. I am sick of you. I am sick of everything. You can just go away, better yet? I will." You yelled, grabbing a few things in your room.
This was your 5th fight in 6 days. You didn't know how you were so moody. You were never like this.
"Okay! I don't care anymore. You keep complaining and complaining. It so annoying. Your not a princess, (Y/N)! I'm a human too!" He yelled at you. You were taken in shock.
He never yelled at you, even in the worst fights. You were finished packing some clothing, knives, a gun, and some credit cards.
"Goodbye, Sam." This was the last time you ever talked to him, for a while, at least.
4 Years Later
"Genny, come on! We're going to the park!" You yelled out, finishing making a small picnic for you two.
A few weeks after leaving, well, him, you found you were pregnant. You were too scared to go back to him, knowing he might not take you back.
"Yes, mommy." Every time you looked at her, you wanted to breakdown. She looked like Sam, too much.
She had his skin colour, eye and nose shape. She had (y/e/c) and (y/m/s).
You got into your car and drove over to the nearby park. When Geneave was about a year old, you got her a anti-possession tattoo on her left side, just in case.
You almost passed out. A '67 black Chevy Imapla, parked on the road. Your car was next to them, at a red light. You looked over, slightly and saw
Sam staring at you.
You rolled down your window of your 2013 bright green Dodge Charger. "H-Hi, Sam. Nice w-weather." When the light turned green, you hit the accelerator, and went to the park.
You were hoping the Winchesters weren't following you. This was your worst nightmare. A nightmare you didn't want to relive.
You got to the park and quickly for Geneave out of her seat. "Come on sweetie. Let's have a good day."
"Mumma, who's Sam? I sometimes hear you say the name while you sleep." You stop and sigh. You crouch down to her height and hold her shoulders.
"Geneave, He's someone that wasted mommys time. I left him 5 years ago, heh, right before you came into my life, love bug." You sigh and then laugh. You called her love bug because it's so hard not to fall for her.
"5...... I'm four, remember? And it makes one year for me to be made inside you..." She counted her fingers and she looked up at you.
"Is he my daddy? Do I have daddy?" She squealed as you started talking out the picnic. You sat under an oak tree, helping her drink her juice.
"Don't squeeze th-!" A hand took away her juice box, just before sprayed it all over her.
"Careful." Sam set it down and sat next to your daughter. You slightly frowned, when Geneave climbed on him.
"Daddy!" Geneave wrapped her small arms around Sams neck, and nuzzled her face in his neck. Sam had his hands hovering over her back.
"D-Dad?" Sam muttered and widened his eyes in realization. He looked at you and mouthed, Age?
Four, and 3 months.
Sam looked down at her and gently laid his hands on her tiny back. They pretty much covered her whole back.
"I'm Geneave Dimitria Winchester. Who are you?" She pulled back to look at Sams face.
"Woah. You look so much like me. How do you have my face?" She asked, looking back at you. You smiled and nodded at Sam.
"I'm your dad. Your my daughter. You are so adorable." His voice cracked as he hugged her, and stood up.
"Woah, why are you so tall? Are you a giant?" Geneave asked, and you laughed hysterically.
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For AneGoTa !!!!
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