Deans daughter

Chapter 8

I looked at the rain hitting the window sadly, I didn't want to stay inside but the boys said that i couldn't train today because I couldn't get sick. That was bullshit.

"Alright I'm heading off, see you in a few days," Sam said as he kissed me on the head and left. Sam was going on a hunt by himself, I'm surprised dean let him.

Dean looked at me and we both sighed as we heard the noise of the impala, that bastard took the car. "I'm gonna kill him," dean snarled.

After a few hours of boredom and awkward silences I realized although dean was my father we haven't actually bonded. I didn't really mind, we didn't get along that well.

I groaned and lay on the couch, feeling so tired and bored that I was dizzy. I dozed off and felt a blanket being placed over me.

When I woke up I was in my bed, I walked down the stairs and saw that dean was sitting on the couch, watching the television with a bottle of beer in his hand. "Bit early to be drinking don't you think," I mumbled, he rolled his eyes and took another gulp.

I huffed and walked into the kitchen, put on some toast and went back into the living room, wrapping myself up in the blanket.

Out of all of the boys dean was the one who I talked to the least, and I didn't know why. I just didn't feel close with him like I did with the others. It was as if he hated me really.

I looked at the structure of his face, I suppose we did look alike, but that was about the only thing that made it seem like he was my dad. "So what are we going to do?" He asked me suddenly, making me jump.

"Umm I don't know, there's isn't much we can do."

He nodded in agreement, "maybe for starters you could stop drinking," I said quietly. He glared at me but muttered a 'fine' under his breath. "I'm taking a shower," he said after a while.

I watched him walk up the stairs, I didn't expect my dad to be like this, an alcoholic with trust issues and needs to do everything himself for a father. I felt a tear slip down my cheek,

Why did my mother have to die?
Why were the demons after me?
How come no matter how hard I tried I couldn't just be happy?

All I wanted was to have a good life and I couldn't even do that because of all the monsters out there. My tears had now turned into sobs that shook my body and I decided I didn't want dean to see me like that so I started to walk up to my room, keeping my head down, I could feel my depression coming back, and that wasn't a good thing.

I bumped into a hard chest and groaned. Dean.

"Whoa sorry Ellie," he said. I looked up at him and saw he had a towel wrapped around his waist and one around his neck, his hair was still wet and he had water droplets on his chest.

I shoved passed him quickly, hoping he hadn't noticed my red, puffy eyes. I knew he had noticed but he made no move to follow me, which was good.

I lay my head on my pillow and let the tears roll down my cheeks, I had the worst past, I'd been hit and scratched and cut and whipped and scarred, but there was nothing I could do about it.

I heard my bedroom door open and I hid my face in my pillow. I felt a dip in the bed beside me and I shuddered when I felt arms wrap around me and lift me off the bed. He must have thought I was asleep, I was placed on a chair and then a few seconds later I was out back into the bed but my blanket was placed over me this time, all the while I kept my eyes closed.

There was a soft kiss placed on my forehead and the sound of the door closing told me that dean had left, but when I opened my eyes he wasn't gone, he was leaning against a chest of drawers, watching me.

"Had a feeling you weren't asleep," he told me.
I nodded lightly, avoiding eye contact. "Look at me," he ordered. I obeyed, fearing what the consequences would be, I was so used to being hit when I didn't do what I was told.

He sat on the side of the bed and gently moved my hair out of my face, "what's wrong?" He asked me. At this one question I broke down, the tears wouldn't stop falling down my face.

He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me, rubbing my back gently. We sat like that for a while until he gently put his finger under my chin and raised my head, forcing me to look at him. "What's going on?" He asked.

I rested my head back on his chest and mumbled, "you hate me."

I felt him tense up, "why would you think that?" He stated, holding me closer. "I just know you do, you always dump me with Sam or Cas and you always have an excuse to not be with me, I've been here months and we've only spent like a day together, it hurts knowing that this is my life now."

There was a long silence after I said that and I realized he wasn't going to reply, I knew it. I pulled my body away from him and stood up, walking out of the bunker with no intentions to go back.

I shivered as the rain hit my skin, I was freezing and only out in a jumper and some leggings. I walked through the forest for what seemed like hours and eventually found rest under a large tree that seemed to block out most of the rain. I huddled myself into a ball and cried myself to sleep.