Sam Winchester's Daughter

Hippie Demons

"You're fucking kidding me! Sammy, you gotta be joking! I mean, Alissa? Why? I mean, you, of all people, have a kid. It just doesn't make sense. You didn't ever have time to do it, anyways!" Dean stops and takes a breath, but Sam cuts him off. "Dean, when you were in the hospital and the reaper wanted your soul, I was stressed. I drank a lot. I walked onto the street and got hit by a car. It wasn't bad, but Alissa saw my condition and took me in. I stayed there at night and saw you at the hospital during the day. She was the one who suggested the Ouija board. As soon as you got better, we had to leave town. But she was already carrying a child. That child was Celeste." Dean puts his head in his hands and sighs heavily. Shaking his head, he looks up. "And I thought our life was already screwed up. Now this!" Dean shook his head. Celeste stood up and said, "What do you mean YOUR life is screwed up? You guys are mechanics! I mean, you don't seem to act like it, but it's what you are. My life is screwed up! My mom dies in a fire on the ceiling! I just.." She stops, because Dean is looking at her strangely. "Was she pinned on the ceiling with a bleeding stomach?" he asks. Celeste opens her mouth, closes it, purses her lips, and nods once. Dean puts his head in his hands and mutters, "Son of a bitch..." Sam nods sadly and asks Dean, "Should we tell her? It seems like she deserves to know why and how her mother died." Dean looks up and glares at Sam, then he sighs. "Fine. But I want to eat my pie while you explain!" Sam rolls his eyes. "Fine, but save some for me." Deans shrugs and walks over to the bag as there is a knock at the door. Dean instead reaches into his jacket and pulls out a strange knife with weird symbols on it. Carefully he grabs the doorknob and turns it. "Hey man!" A hippie- looking guy says. "You know, like, we were just wondering whether or not you.guys had some, like weed!" Dean gave the guy a weird look and closed the door, but the creepy dude stopped it with his foot. "Now Dean-o, is that any way act?" The hippie blinks, and his eyes are pure black. Dean grips the knife and stabs him. "DEAN!" I yell, "What the fuck!" He looks over and replies simply, "Oh. Should probably let Sammy explain now." Sam gives his brother a look that I recognize, since I do it a lot. I giggle a bit at the fact, but they gave me another look, and I stopped. "Sorry," I said, clearing my throat, "continue." Sam nodded and Dean got his pie. Then I learned. I learned everything.