Long Way to Nowhere (Dean Winchester x Child!Reader)

Chapter 12: The Letters

Recap:

You had shifted in Sam's arms and glanced at your door. You were surprised to see Dean there, his arms crossed over his chest as he lent against the door and watched with a sad expression. You frowned and turned your head away before you heard his soft footsteps walk away.

Would your dad ever forgive you?

More importantly...would you ever forgive your dad?

Present:

It's been a few days since you and Dean had that fight, but things just weren't the same as they used to be.  You stayed in your room most of the time, reading books and studying mythology with Sam or sometimes Bobby.  The times that you had to go out of your room was only for food, water, bathroom and shower breaks, and to practice shooting guns and using knifes with Sam; Dean never taught you anymore.

You were currently in your room translating a Latin book since Sam wanted you to practice your Latin and you really had nothing else to do. You were hunched over your desk, your shoulders slightly tense as you scrawled away on a piece of notebook paper.

Almost finished, you thought, your tongue sticking out of your mouth slightly as you rushed to finish.

Suddenly, a knock came from your door. Thinking it was your uncle to come check on your progress, you called, "Come in!"

The door squeaked open, but you didn't bother to look to see who entered your room as you scribbled down your last bits of notes. Your shoulders had finally relaxed.

"I'm almost done translating it, Sam. I can't believe I did it! Well, I mean, I assume none of my translations are wrong, but I know that you'll want to check them in a minute," you ranted, still not looking at your visitor.

"(Y/n)," his voice spoke softly, though you could immediately tell that it wasn't Sam that had spoken to you.

Your body tensed once again as you halted your frantic movements. Setting your hands in your lap calmly, you spun around in your desk chair slowly so that you could look at your visitor.

You made your face and tone emotionless as you said, "Dean, never thought I'd see you here again. What can I do for you? Show you my shooting skills? How about my ability with knives? Or maybe you can check my Latin to see if it suits your fancy?! What do you want?!"

Dean sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. When he removed his hand, you noticed how his expression looked tired, and he looked much older than he really was. Your emotionless facade slipped slightly, almost showing sympathy, but you quickly recovered as you crossed your arms and let out a breath through your nose.

"(Y/n), I...I'm sorry about what I said, okay? I didn't mean it; I was just..." He coughed and cleared his throat. "I'm just worried about you coming with us to fight the demon. I know you can handle yourself, but I can't help it. A father always worries about his daughter, ya know?"

You were struck speechless by his words, and your hard expression eventually softened.  You were about to say something when Dean continued, "Anyway...  I wanted to give you this..."

He held out what appeared to be an already open envelope.  Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you slowly took it from him.