Daughter of the Legend: A Supernatural Fanfiction (WATTY AWARDS WINNER 2013)

Chapter Eight: I Knew It

I looked at the clock on my Ipod, 7:00 p.m, time to go. I glanced at myself in the mirror of the bathroom. Not bad, I thought silently, not bad. I smiled slightly and laughed at myself, I hadn't been to a party since 8th grade. I had punched Andrew Carson in the face for trying to stick his hand up my shirt. I broke his nose, I'm proud to say. No one invited me to any other parties since then.

I had put on mascara, making my already long eye lashes stand out. My lips were a soft tint of pink and my light brown hair waterfall braided. I had on, as usual, an off the shoulder graphic t-shirt of a band, a pair of cut-off shorts and black leather combat boots. A knock came on the door, "Rachel?" It was Dean, "Ready to go?"

I opened the door, "Yep I'm ready." Dean looked at me, his brow furrowing.

"Nope, never mind you're not going." said Dean turning around, "I changed my mind you're staying here and I'm going."

"What? No!" I bolted out of the bathroom, "Dean, I can do this!"

Sam and Cas looked over at us curiously. I stood in front of Dean with my hands on my hips. Dean crossed his arms over his chest. "I said you're not going Rachel. So sit down." Dean tried to move around me but I blocked him.

"And I'm ignoring that! Dean, I have to do this!"

"No, you don't! I'm in charge here and you listen to me."

"What's going on-" Sam tried to ask

"Shut up Sam!" Dean and I said not taking our eyes off of each other. There was a strong cord of tension between the two of us. Our eyes were interlocked, those exact same eyes. God this was way to early in our relationship to be fighting with my Dad.

"Why are you acting like this!" I asked throwing my hands in the air.

"Why aren't you just listening to me!" he fired back.

"That's not a good enough reason! Give me a reason!"

"Because I don't want you to get hurt!" Dean's words hung in the air. None of us moved.

"That's what you're afraid of? Is me getting hurt? Well it's a bit late for that don't you think?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew I had struck a nerve. Guilt was not going to be kind to me for that one. Dean didn't say anything in response. Instead he walked over and got out a sheathed knife and handed it to me.

"You take this with you, and if anyone tries anything you slit their throats with this. Do you understand me." I looked at the blade in Dean's hand. I nodded slightly sticking the blade down my boot leg. Dean looked over at Sam, "I'll be back in a minute." He walked over to the door of the room and opened it, "Come on."

Silently, I followed Dean out to the Impala and climbed into the front seat. As we drove nothing was said and it was starting to bother me.

"I'm sorry." I said after a while, looking straight ahead.

"Me too," replied Dean, "I shouldn't have done that." I shook my head.

"No, it was okay. We both just weren't seeing eye to eye, that's all."

Dean looked over at me with a sideways glance. "You sure you can handle this?"

"It's just a party, I'm fairly sure I can manage."

"Your phone charged?" I nodded, "If I call you," Dean said "You sure as hell better answer."

"I will. I promise." Up ahead I saw the glow of the giant Bonn fire down on the beach. We pulled into the parking lot. Dean looked over at me one last time, "Got salt?" I nodded, "Got the knife?" I nodded, "Got your phone?" I nodded again. "When does this end?" I shrugged.