More Than A Petrova (SPN/TVD)

Chapter 8

"No...you can't be." Elena exclaimed while taking a few deep breaths before she started to pace. In her eyes, it just wasn't possible. She just couldn't accept the fact that the man standing before her, this stranger, was her father. At least with John, she had grown up with the thought of him being her uncle yet with Dean...she didn't know anything about him. Not really.

Dean sighed. "But I am." He didn't dare say more as he knew that she needed time to process the news. He may not know what she was going through at the moment, but he remembered the time where he found out that he had a half-brother out in the world that his father had kept hidden from him and Sam. He also remembered the time when Isobel actually told him that he had a daughter. Sure each case was different for him but Elena had to be feeling somewhat of the same emotions...right?

"Then why lie?" Elena questioned as she avoided looking at Dean as she paced. While her mind was being bombarded with a ton of new questions and doubts, she could feel the tears building up, blurring her vision just a bit.

"I never lied." Dean stated as he watched Elena's pacing body as he remained behind the chair. At one point he saw Sam through the door's tiny window. With a quick shake of his head, Dean dismissed his brother before he could interrupt a conversation that needed to continue between father and daughter.

Elena spun around and glared at Dean once she heard his words. "You never came either!" She shouted as her tears started to fall. She could handle the fact that John was her father because at least he visited her under the name of her uncle dropping in for a visit but with Dean, it was worse because he never once came to see her in the five years that he had known. Not once and that was something she couldn't handle; her father not wanting to know her.

Dean flinched; reactions like these were why he hated chick-flick moments. "I had my reasons. Reasons I can't fully explain to you now." He stated calmly; he hated that excuse and yet it was the best he could give her. If they had more time, he would explain everything to her, all the good and all the bad, and yet time wasn't on their side right now.

"Why not?" Elena argued back with a wave of her hand. "Don't I have a right to know why you've stayed away? You threw me away like Isobel did!"More tears were streaming down her face by this point. No matter how many times she wiped them away, more appeared and she hated it. She didn't want to seem weak and yet she couldn't help how she was reacting. It was like everything was catching up to her now and she couldn't stop the tears.

Dean's eyes hardened at the accusation. "I did no such thing!" He shot back at her; his voice was raised and yet he wasn't yelling like Elena had been before. "I found out about you when I was trying to stop the Apocalypse from starting!" He confessed with a growl as he held his anger in since he didn't want to tell her about that part of his life yet. He needed to prepare her for it and yet it seemed like his instincts were telling him otherwise.

She blinked a few times out of shock. "The A...Apocalypse?" Elena sputtered as her anger simmered down; both due to his words and due to the fact that Dean's voice had been more intimidating than before.

Dean sighed as he ran a hand over his tired face. "It's over and done with now; you don't have to worry about that anymore." He placated before he moved around the chair to get to Elena. "The point is that I wanted to find you once I found out but with Isobel's warnings and the Apocalypse starting...certain things were also brought up and it had me doubting the idea of finding you." He confessed and it felt great. It was like a weight had been lifted off of his heart because for five years, he couldn't tell a soul that he had a daughter. For five years he had to wonder how she was doing or what she was doing or if she was having fun while doing whatever it was her heart desired. He had to wonder and he hated that feeling because he wanted to know, more specifically, he wanted to know her.