Warping to Destiny - A Supernatural FanFiction

Chapter 59 - Meet the Folks

CHAPTER 59

Katie's POV

Dinner was arranged for 7:30. Dad wasn't very thrilled about teleporting through a portal, but his desire to meet the boys and play father-of-the-girls overcame his fear enough to get him to agree. We warned Sam and Dean about our father, and that he would very likely say critical things, that he  would deliberately try to provoke them, and asked them, especially Dean, not to play into anything he said. But Maggie and I both knew we'd be on edge the whole evening.

Maggie stayed behind with the boys, who looked casual but clean and spiffy when they met us at the car. I introduced everyone, and of course the first thing Dad said was, "You're not Italian, are you?" It definitely sounded like an insult.

My quick-thinking Sammy shook his hand and said, "No sir, we weren't that fortunate."

Dean shook his hand as well, and said, "I understand you are a top notch mechanic, Sir. I know your daughter is. Would you like to see our collection of cars?"

Mags and I looked at each other, because Dean couldn't have found a better opening. I suspect he was coached. Anyway we took the parents on a tour of the garage, and they were definitely impressed. We hadn't really told them much about how we lived over here, so I knew everything they saw was going to be a bit of a shock.

After the garage tour, we took them in through the kitchen and showed them the main living areas we used, the study, the viewing room and a few of the libraries. Then we took them back to the kitchen for dinner. We decided to eat there because that's mostly what Italians do, unless it's something special.

Maggie made Dad's favorite meatloaf, and we had Italian salad and dinner rolls, two more of his favorites. When the food was put out and we were all seated, Maggie said, "So, what do you think of this place, pretty awesome huh?"

Dad shrugged and said, "It's okay if you like it. But it's not a proper house exactly, is it? Looks more like a military compound."

Maggie and I glared at him, but Sammy said, "Well Sir, I think you know enough about our world to understand the dangers it poses. We have monsters here, demons, angels…"

"But the angels are mostly dicks," Dean interrupted.

"Yes, well," Sam continued. "The point is that this place was especially built to keep all those things out. There are wards that keep all the bad things out. Your daughters are safe here. And really, isn't that the most important issue?"

Dad eyed Sam for a moment, and then, "Sì, you have perhaps a point there. But," he continued, "the upkeep must be very expensive. How do you manage to pay for it all? Since I understand that neither of you actually works."

"Dad!" Maggie scolded.

"No, it's okay, baby, I'll explain it to him," said Dean. "We have a kind of… inheritance that pays for the upkeep of the place. We are the last descendants of the men who built the place. They provided for many years of upkeep.

"Ah, then perhaps that is all right," said Dad grudgingly.

"We're legacies," said Dean puffing himself up proudly.

"Is that so?" Dad asked. "What exactly are you legacies of?"

The boys explained about the men of letters and about how all the information and artifacts were gathered here under one roof. I watched Dad like a hawk during their explanation, and I think he was impressed a but, despite himself.

"So what exactly is it, then, you do for a living?"

"We kill monsters and other evil things." said Sam.