Baby Daddy (S U P E R N A T U R A L fanfic)

Love child

I laughed once without humour.

"Well that's not funny... so quit it." I heard myself say as I felt my own tears materialise around the edges of my vision. She was lying, she had to be. My mom was probably on vacation somewhere, having no recollection of her first daughter she gave away, if I was her first. Jody wasn't... she was... Jody Mills, Jody? I felt sick. That's why her name sounded familiar. Bobby did tell me who my mother was - I just wasn't listening. Remembering his words I felt numb.

'If you ever need help and for some reason I'm not answering, you can always call one of my old pals - Jody Mills...we go way back.'

Getting up I briskly left the restaurant and blasted through the double doors. When the cool air brushed against my cheeks I tried to take a calming deep breath. My nausea mixed with the sickening shock and caused me to bend over and empty my stomach there and then. Feelings I thought I had long forgotten came rushing back and I suddenly couldn't breathe. When I stood up straight I saw that Sam, Dean and Jody had all followed me out of the restaurant. Wiping my mouth I clutched at my stomach.

"Megan are you-"

"- no I'm not ok! You... didn't try to find me?" I yelled, staring at her with disbelief.

"I couldn't." She whispered. I through my arms up in the air. Couldn't or wouldn't.

"Well my dad did so it obviously wasn't that hard! He made a point in tracking me down and getting to know me. He wanted that relationship with me." Jody shook her head, her hands clasping under her chin, like she was begging.

"Megan I never wanted to give you away-"

"-Then why didn't you fight for me - You could have fought for me!" I said, briefly bending over again and spitting the acidic taste out of my mouth.

"I tried but I was just a kid! Alright? I had no say in what happened to you." She pleaded, her hands Half reaching for me. I cringed away, looking to the sky for a slither of sanity. I felt myself slipping back into my teenaged set of mind. Years of built up sadness and hatred began to roll off my tongue, leaving me with an even more acidic taste in my mouth.

"Do you know how many years I spent crying myself to sleep because I thought I wasn't good enough? And then my parents and Bobby die in the same year. I was alone and I had no one. Fucking no one."

"I couldn't - Bobby didn't tell me-"

"- where were you? Where were you when I needed you?" I asked, my voice cracking and my cheeks becoming wet from tears. Jody dropped her arms, fighting back tears of her own.

"I'm so sorry I - I have regretted letting you go everyday of my life." I laughed once without humour, my hands balling into fists.

"Alright, everybody needs to calm down." Dean said sternly, stepping between us slightly. I douched past him and stared blankly into her eyes, getting close enough so I could whisper in her ear.

"You're not getting off the hook that easy. Just because you say sorry does not mean I forgive you -"

"- Megan please just let me explain what happened!-"

"- I will not give you that satisfaction and I am sick of you trying to redeem yourself. I will never forgive you for this." I hissed before Dean could pull me back.

"Enough." Dean said, restraining me by putting his arm horizontally across my body. I pushed his arm off me and put my hands on my back, my body shaking with rage.

"Everybody calm down alright? And you-" he said turning to me.

"- cool down before you say something you regret."

"Fuck off Dean." I said, closing my eyes and trying to control the tears that were threatening to fall down my face. I took a dizzying breath.

"Megan you need to calm down - you're shaking... this can't be good for the baby." Sam said in a calm voice. Through the thousands of thoughts whizzing around my brain, one became very clear. He was right. I shouldn't be feeling so much hate. It couldn't be good for the baby. But I couldn't even think about this whole shitty situation without feeling so... helpless. I had to get out of here.

"Car keys." I said, turning to Dean and holding my hand out. He just looked at me, his gemstone green eyes hooded by his golden eyebrows.

"Megan -" Jody began but I cut her off.

"-Please give me your fucking car keys I can't deal with this right now!" I yelled, my empty hand still waiting. After a moment Dean fished through his pockets and pulled out the keys to the Impala. As soon as he held them out I snatched them into my grasp and walked briskly to the car. I wasn't even aware that Dean was following me until the passenger door was opening and he got in the car after me. Putting the key into the ignition the engine roared to life. I quickly backed up and punched the accelerator.