❝ You think you're tough, don't you? ❞
❝ I think I'm a badass. ❞
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in which Dean Winchester is the father of a female version of his teenage self
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Lebanon, Kansas
2016
Senior Year: Day Two
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"Are you sure you don't need a ride?" Dean asked as he stood in the doorway of Natalie's room, leaning against the doorframe as she packed her things into her bag.
"I'm good. Matthew's picking me up." Natalie answered, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
"You have your phone right?"
"Yep."
"Your homework?"
"It's the second day of school, Dad, we don't have homework yet."
"Right. What about your pocket knife? Do you still have that perfume bottle with the holy water in it?"
"Dad," Natalie laughed, stepping forward so she could wrap her arms around her father. "I've got it all. Stop worrying."
Dean sighed, wrapping the younger girl into his arms and resting his chin on the top of her head. "Easier said than done." he muttered.
The blonde girl smiled, pulling back so she could look up at her father. "I'll be okay. I promise. I always am, right?"
Dean sighed, brushing some of her hair behind her ear. "Yeah, I know. But hey, if you need anything, you-"
"I'll call. I promise." Natalie said, squeezing the older man's arms gently.
Dean nodded, pressing his lips against her forehead. "I love you, bug."
"I love you too, Pop." Natalie said, pecking his cheek and sending him one more smile before walking out of the room and down the stairs. "God, you'd think I was going off to war or something." she muttered as she walked into the library where Sam sat at the table, looking at his laptop.
Sam looked up, smiling at the younger girl. "Morning, kiddo."
"Hey, Uncle Sam." Natalie greeted, pressing a kiss to his cheek before grabbing his coffee cup and taking a swig.
The older man rolled his eyes. "Hey, get your own coffee." he said, playfully poking her side.
"I could. But I don't want to." Natalie shrugged playfully as she set the coffee back on the table and took a seat across from him. "Hey, can I ask you something?"
"You just did."
"Please don't Dad joke me right now, it's not even 8:00 yet."
Sam laughed, shaking his head. "Okay, okay, what's up?"
"Does Dad seem off to you?" Natalie asked, leaning back in her chair and chewing her lip.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, his brow furrowing.
