Dean's Twin

Chapter 5: Dad?

**Tori's POV** 

A month after buying dean's outfit for the school dance. And on the night of the dance. 

*Cat call* "Wow Dean, you clean up nice!" I practically yell. He turns holding up his hands, twirling so I can see the whole outfit. "Thank you very much." He chuckles. "Your not going?" he says looking at my everyday outfit, "Nah, I don't do the whole grind up on someone in a dress thing." I reply holding my hands up in surrender. He sighs, his tie isn't isn't tried the right way. I walk up to him, I untie it. "Hey! It took me 10 minutes to figure out how to tie it!" Dean says trying to smack off my hands. "Yeah well you did it wrong, laundry boy." I smirk while tying it the right way. "There you go." I say finishing up, "How did you?" He asks before cutting him off "Just say I like ties more than dresses." I chuckle. Dean turns to the mirror admiring his outfit, Sonny walks in, "Wow, you clean up nice!" Sonny says with a smile, "That's what I said!" I reply. "Hey Tori, Will you give us a minute?" "Yeah. " I reply to Sonny as I walk out shutting the door behind me. But, I wondered why. So I lean and press my ear against the door, all I got out of it was "Dean, your dad is here.... he wants you to go with him tonight." Sonny says. I usually don't get angry but anger filled my veins and made my blood boil, I storm down the stairs and open and slam the front door behind me. I see a 67' vintage Chevy Impala with a man leaning against the hood, "ARE YOU JOHN WINCHESTER?!" I yell while walking towards the man, he had black hair, dark eyes and scruff on his face. "Who's asking?" He replies in a bitchy tone. "Answer my question." I say through my gritted teeth. "Yeah. I am. Now who are you?" He says impatiently. "Did you know Dean has a dance tonight, with his girl? And your not taking him to another hunt tonight. You're going to give him at least 1 and a half to 2 hours, or your going to deal with one pissed off best friend." I say grabbing his collar of his shirt backing him up on the hood. He looked so familiar but I shrugged it off. "Do you understand me, John?" I say with a bitch face on with the look of pure hatred in my eyes that can kill a person in a flash. "Yeah, I do." He replies. "Ok then. I'm Tori Willow Mary Landrum." I say letting go of him and reaching out my hand for him to shake. John's eyes widened in shock. "Starlight?" he says, when he says that my heart almost stopped. I haven't heard that since the night mom died. With confusion and shock I fall onto my ass with my hands in my hair, John rushes over to me and knees down tilting my head up, "Victoria Willow Mary? Is that your full name?" John asks softly, "How the FUCK did you know my name I don't tell anyone my real name. And I don't know my real last name, just foster, Landrum." I reply still shaken up, he stands up holding out his hand for me to take. I took it and got up, "How old are you?" He asks grabbing my attention, "15-16 I don't remember my uhhh birthday date exactly. I know its in January tho" I say looking down at my boots at embarrassment and rubbing my the back of my head. "Is it on the 24th?" he asked, I look up, "I think so actually, Why?" I ask before John could answer Dean walks out the front door with his bag. "Hell no!" I yell snatching his bag, "You gotta dance, you're gonna be late lets go." I say grabbing his arm, "But my dad.." He starts as I reply, "He agreed, 2 hours tops. Now let's go."I say walking him towards the Ranchero. "Hold on!" John yells grabbing Dean's and my attention. "You gotta go in style!" John says. I smirk "You heard the man, lets go laundry boy." We get into the Impala. We show up at Robin's house, Dean is about to get out but I grab his shoulder, "What?" he says with an eyebrow, I reach into my pocket for the corsage. "On her wrist, ok go get her tiger!" I say slamming it onto his chest. Dean and John both chuckle and smile. "Thanks Tori." He says getting out. "Hi, I'm Sam!" A boy with shaggy longish hair says holding out his hand, "I'm Tori. Nice to meet you Sam." I say shaking his hand with a big smile. 

**Robin's POV**

I look in the mirror for the last time I'm wearing a short sleeve, flowy blue dress. My hair was lightly curled and I had a little makeup on. 'Hope this s close enough to her' I thought to myself. I didn't want to admit it but I was jealous of Tori because she stole my Dean's heart, so I figured out maybe if I looked like her as much as I possibly could get him back. I made my hair look as much like hers as I possibly could and did my makeup just like hers but worse. I sigh as I hear a knock on my door, I grab my phone off my dress and run to the front door. I reach for the handle, 'I hope he likes my dress' I sigh then open the door. I smile as I notice the corsage in his hand. Dean's eye's widened, "You look beautiful." He says smiling; "I uhhh have this for you. I goes on your wrist" I giggle as he puts it on my wrist. "Let's go." Dean says as I shut the door, we walk to the car as I see Tori and a little boy sitting in the front seat. Dean opens the car door I slide in then Dean, "Wow, Robin you clean up nice!" Tori says while giving me a fist bump.  I smile at her compliment, "Thanks" I reply. "No problem bro." She replies turning back around. "Let's go Johnny boy, to the sweaty teens and bad music we go!" She yells as the driver starts the car. 

**Tori's POV** 

I wave as Dean and Robin walk into the school cafeteria, "Why aren't you in there with them?" John asks with an eyebrow up, I sigh before answering "I don't belong in there. Hell I don't belong anywhere." I say the last part quieter. "Well we're gonna be here for awhile tell me about yourself, Tori." John says with a smile, "Well, long story short I don't remember much before I was 4-5, I hate my foster dad, love my foster sister. I miss my mom a lot, I love art, the shade black and red, love music and hunting."  I say quickly. John tensed when  I said I loved hunting though. "What do you hunt?" He asks turning to me, I look at Sam who is playing with a toy spacecraft. "You really don't wanna know." I say quietly looking out the window, I hunted things that go bump at night, I don't tell anyone because the last thing I need is another bad characteristic. 

"Tori do you hunt game?" He asks me putting a hand on my shoulder, I take a heavy breath, "No." I reply, "Just drop it you wouldn't believe me." I say getting out of the car. I lean against the door with my head up looking at the stars. "Tori?" I hear John say next to me, "What Johnny boy?" I say looking over to him, "What happened to your mom?" He asks quietly, 'why does he know and want to know all about me damn'  "She died in a fire, in a nursery. I don't who's, Hell I don't even know if it was my house I was in. I just remember my dad came in grabbed a baby and left,  he came back into the nursery calling out her name but uhh he uhh left me..... in there. I barely got out alive." I say with a tear in my eye. I look down at my boots, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have.." John said trailing off. "Nah it's good. Anyways why do you care so much?" I say sniffled then looked up at him. "You just remind me of my uhh. My daughter. But I thought she died." John said quietly, my eyebrows furrowed at the last part, "Thought?" I repeated. "Yeah, I think I found her." He says looking at me. 'is he talking about me?'  "Who is she?" I ask, "I think it might be you, Victoria." John say still looking at me. "How did you know that's my real name in the first place? I don't tell anyone my first name." I ask him. I've always hated the name victoria, I only like Tori so, I go by tori. "Because that's my daughters name." He says with a tear forming in is eye. Before anything else I see Dean walking out of the cafeteria with a smile. "So, How was the dance?" I ask Dean before John could say anything else about his daughter. "AWESOME! Thanks to you!" He says nudging my shoulder. "Yeah.. Yeah." I reply with a smirk. "Let's go, we need to talk anyway." John says getting into the car, Dean and I sigh and get into the Impala. I get into the backseat with sleeping Sammy and Dean gets into the front seat, "What do we need to talk about dad?" Dean says quietly. John sits there for a second then sighs, "About your twin sister." He says looking back me. My eye widened so did Dean's, "What?" We say in unison.