Deans daughter

Chapter 3

I walked along the empty road, after my argument with dean I couldn't go back. Not after the things we said. It had been weeks since I first met him, I was finally starting to warm up to them, I even met Gabriel. But I just, I felt like I couldn't go back.

The cold air made me shiver and I felt tears slide down my cheek. I felt close to him, and I lost him. Why did that have to happen?

I shivered as the rain hit my body, all I was wearing were jeans and a baggy jumper, Me running away wasn't exactly planned. We just got into a fight and I walked out. My phone started to ring and I answered without checking the caller ID.

"Hello?" I said into the speaker.

"I'm watching you Ellie, you're mine now," a strange voice said. They hung up and I looked around. There was nothing around me apart from a long road. I suddenly felt very scared so I thought of who I could call. I had to call Sam or cas. There was no way Id be calling dean.

I dialled sams number and He answered on the second ring. "Ellie where are you, we're worried sick."

"I don't know," I mumbled.

"Look for a street sign,"

I looked around and saw one, "I'm at cypress groove,"

"Look I don't know where that is im putting dean on the phone."

Before I could protest I heard deans voice down the other end of the phone. "I'm coming," he said to me.

I suddenly felt very tired, my eyes started to close and the last words I said were "save me dad."

I woke up to someon carrying me, I opened my eyes and saw it was dean carrying me to the car. "You're awake," he stated. I nodded gently and he gave me a fatherly look. "It was very stupid if you to run out like that," he lectured.

"Well you're not exactly my favourite person right now," I mumbled. "Look, I'm not having any chick flick moments so I'm just gonna say, I'm sorry, I was mean, you forgive me? Oh good, go to sleep now."

I laughed a tiny bit. Dean reached over beside me and handed me he a blanket, "keep warm, I'll turn on the heating in the car,"

I thanked him gently and he smiled at me. After a while of me trying to fall asleep I gave up. "Hey, why aren't you asleep?" Dean asked me. "B-because I'm scared,"I mumbled.

Dean raised an eyebrow and had a questioning look on his face. I debated in my head whether I should tell him or not but then I finally decided I would.

"Someone rang my phone and said they were watching me and that I was there's and now I'm kinda creeped out. Like really creeped out. I don't feel safe, anywhere."

He looked deep in thought for a moment, "you know I'll protect you, no one is gonna get their hands on you when I'm around. You're my daughter and I'm going to protect you no matter what it takes."

"Thanks dad," I said quietly.

"There's that word again," he stated.

"What word?"

"Dad, that's the second time you've said it to me."

"Oh."

After that there was a long silence. Dean looked like he wanted to say something but he kept closing his mouth.

"So a while ago you said you have a bad history with men, do you want to talk about it?" He asked me. I looked up at him and thought for a second. Did I really want to share my deepest and darkest secret with someone I had only know for a few weeks. No one knew about my past. Well, except for cas, butthat's because he can read mind.

I decide I would just tell him. "So, as you know my mom died when I was young and I was in a foster home. Obviously I got fostered a couple of times. Most of the time I wasn't with very nice people. They would give me strict rules, and if I broke one I would he punished. They would lock me in a cage for days without food or drink, the would beat me, lock me in the freezer, all sorts of different things. But eventually I got used to it. And then i got sent back, only to get fostered again. This family was worse, it was simply a group of men, they said they were part of some kind of gang.

They beat me and r-raped me, I was only 11 years old. After that I was diagnosed with depression and social anxiety. I was given a shrink. So I did what anyone who didn't want a shrink would do, I lied. I said I was fine. Eventually they said I was "normal" again and then I was put up for adoption a few more times. But no one would take me. And ever since then, I've been afraid of men."

Dean looked sad for a minute and the he started to look guilty. "I'm so sorry, if I had just stuck around, none of this would have happened, I could've kept you away from all of this. I could've made you happy." He pounded on the steering wheel for a while and then I gently rubbed his arm. "This isn't your fault. It's no one fault," I whispered, on the verge of tears.

He pulled the car over and got out. "Where are you going?" I asked him. He ignored me and walked over to my side of the car. He opened my door and gently pulled me out.

Before I could speak, he pulled me in for a hug. I awkwardly hugged him back, slightly shivering. He pulled me closer to him and I snuggled into his warmth. "I'm sorry," he barely whispered, "For everything."

"Let's just go home," I said quietly. I pulled out of the hug and got back into the car. He started driving again and I finally felt safe. But I had to tell him something. "Hey De- dad. I uhh I love you." I quickly turned over and closed my eyes. "I love you too," he told me.

I felt warm and fuzzy in my chest. I snuggled back into my blanket and slowly fell asleep.