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

Megan. Just Megan

After brushing my teeth, getting dressed and packing my things I stood in front of the motel door, staring at the handle. Last night, as soon as my head hit the pillow I passed out. Now Jody was here and I didn't know what to say.

"She's going to forgive you." Dean said in a low voice, taking one of my bags from me. I flexed my fingers and curled them around the handle.

"Maybe. Yes... okay." I said, throwing the door open and cautiously stepping out. I first saw Sam, who immediately stood from being leant up against the hood of, what I presumed was Jody's car. Jody, who was pacing a few meters away turned and stared wide eyed at me. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at her face. Her beautiful, skin, brown hair and nose. I had her nose. As I walked towards her I felt the words rolling off my tongue.

"I'm sorry that I've been acting like a total basket case. I'm 29 not 15 I just got overwhelmed and-"

"-Stop. It's my fault. You were right about everything and I'm just so sorry that I didn't try harder to find you. I'm so sorry Megan." She said, taking my hands in hers. I felt my eyes tear up.

"No. I was being mean and heartless and I wasn't raised that way. Yes I was hurt. But that was a long time ago, and I was naive - I didn't understand before. Things aren't black and white - they're grey. You did what you had to do, but we've been reunited and..." looking into her eyes I felt the first of many tears fall. Jody, hesitantly, wiped it away and began to caress my face. I found myself leaning into it.

"Being pregnant and by myself brought up a lot and I can be overly sensitive about everything and I'm already very hormonal. But it also brought me to you. What I mean to say is, i was hurt. But I accepted it, and got over it. I get why you had to do what you did and, if you want to I - if I haven't scared you away, Jody I want to get to know you better." A smile warmed Jody's teary face and she nodded, bringing me into a warm hug. I nestled my face into her neck and took a discreet sniff. She smelt sweet, like lavender in the height of summer, but with a slight musk. I let the smell wash over me as she pulled gently away, though kept hold of my elbows.

"I would like that very much, Megan." She said, her eyes glistening. The sound of my jeep door closing reminded me that we weren't alone. I composed myself before turning to see Sam and Dean talking by the impala. Sam's back was to me but Dean was facing us, his eyes flickering towards and away from us. At the feel of my arms being tugged I returned my attention to Jody.

"So - What's going to happen now? I mean I'm going to be a grandmother and we just met...Where are you staying? Because if you'd like, you could come and live with me and the girls." I bit my lip. Getting to know her was going to be... intense. At least I had met Dean once before - she was a complete stranger. Even if we shared the same blood. Something deep inside me stirred. I wished I'd known her growing up. When I needed her. I shook my head as if to clear it, taking my arms back and tucking them in my pockets.

"Thank you, but I already agreed to stay with Sam and Dean. Until we figure things out." As I suspected, her expression fell slightly.

"Of course. That makes sense. Maybe I could come visit you. Or you could come stay with me if you ever wanted a change of scene." She offered. I nodded in the silence that followed, soothing my hair against the wind that stirred it. Suddenly she took her phone out and held it out to me. I took it hesitantly, not understanding until I saw that she had her contacts up.

"Oh! Here." I said, sliding my phone out of my pocket and handing it to her once it was unlocked. Typing in my number I froze where it asked for a first name. She'd know who it was if I put Megan but the pit in my stomach deepened. I had to put my name into the phone of the woman who gave birth to me. If I rung her it wouldn't come up as 'Daughter' with a picture of me looking silly from one of our many weekends together or even one of me as a child that I would beg her to change. As a lump formed in my throat I hurriedly typed 'Megan Clark' and, with a heavy heart, handed her the phone back.