Dean's Little Warrior // Dean Winchester's Daughter Fanfic

Chapter 3

Mars' P.O.V.

The first thing that came to mind when I saw Dean Winchester wasn't 'Oh my God, he actually came back after 18 years' or 'Damn, now we know where I got my good looks from' or anything normal like that; the moment I saw him, I thought 'I wonder if he'll buy me pie'. This is going to be a great first impression.

He gave me a very weird stare, a mixture of confusion and shock. The moose over yonder was slack-jawed and giving me the same creepy stare. Okay, is everyone in this family a weirdo?

The Jolly Green Giant stuttered a bit before finally making out a question. "You're Aella?"

She looks like him but Cas said she was 18. Maybe she heard the name wrong?

I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore the heat rushing to my face, wishing my mother was here so I could hide behind her. Hey, social anxiety is a real thing, bitch. I felt my palms getting sweaty and my head swam with thoughts as I struggled to find any excuse to leave. I tried to shrink in size but as that was physically impossible, I settled for the knot hastily tightening in my stomach. What was I supposed to say to my dad after 18 years? I didn't even know the guy and how was I supposed to tell him? Would he be mad at me? Would he like me? Why is he looking at me like he's analyzing my every move? He probably won't even believe I'm his daughter and who would? This was the great Dean Winchester, the fearless and ruthless man monsters told their children about at night and I'm some homicidal girl with anger and mental issues wanting to hide behind her mother's skirts. He probably already dislikes me, seeing how much of a baby I am.

No, Ronnie, mamma would want you to be strong. Don't fail her again. Feeling their eyes on my face and trying hard not to squirm, I took out my locket from the oversized plaid shirt and undid the clasp, smiling at my mom and brother on the right while a man who highly resembled the man smiled back at me, his eyes perfectly matching mine.

Momma gave me that photo and locket when I was two and I hadn't taken it off ever since I got back. How could he have found me and why is he showing up now? Who is the abominable snowman next to him? How does he know my name? Where's the pie? The questions pulled at the seams of my mind and made it feel full to bursting.

One question at a time, Ronnie. Maybe Nonna will know what to do, in her infinite wisdom of what kinds of alcohol will get a sumo wrestler shitting out his insides.

Before answering, Nonna beckoned me to her and whispered, "That's your father, Aella, and his brother, Sam. They're good men but they look like they might just pass out. I'll make some drinks an you go talk to them. If you get nervous, you know the signal. Go meet your father, bug." She gave me a reassuring smile before pushing me towards them, my stomach churning like a bubbling sea. How could I explain this to him? They look nice but I knew better than to judge by appearances; I had learned that a long time ago.

I sat at a nearby booth, the sleek seats bending under my weight. Nonna had all the seats different colors and styles so that every visit was an 'adventure'. The seat across from me was a deep green with an oak tree growing from where the seat met the back. Mine was black with a painted-on Millennium Falcon. I smiled when I saw it, remembering the day I had painted the ship based on a Lego display I had built with Hugo. The boys swiftly followed me it the booth, scooting in beide each other but not close enough to where their shoulders were touching.

"Uh, so.... You knew my mom." I immediately cringed inwardly. Of course they knew mamma, Dean had dolphin fun with her. Okay, now I'm gonna throw up, I just had to fucking think of that.

Dean started off, his voice a little more high-pitched than I would have thought. "Uh, yeah. So, your Penelope Silvio's daughter?" I proudly nodded, my mother's face flashing before me. The image reached a hand towards my heart and crushed it between her fingers, leaving an empty place where the heart once beat.

Stupid emotions. It's over. The only thing you can do is avenge them. Be the heroine your mother taught you to be. I sat up a little straighter and looked them in the eyes, despite everything in me screaming to huddle into a corner.

"Was it the same last name or the ravishing good looks that hinted to it? I'm not going to let you answer that question 'cause that would be really weird if you answered." By the bar, Nonna turned on the juc box and picked 'The Wizard' by Black Sabbath and a small smile appeared on both Dean and I's lips, my fingers subconsciously tapping the tune to the music.

The man named Sam (Dr. Suess motherfuckers) asked in a very soft and caring voice, his eyes curious, "Our friend - Castiel, he's an angel - told us that you were born 18 years ago but you look 4 years old. How do you look so young?"

"Moisturize at least 2 times a day and," when I saw Sam looking exasperated, I realized that's not what he meant. "Okay, suit yourself. Not like you couldn't use my tips, though. Honestly, I don't know why I'm this young. When I was 4 I stopped aging and don't worry, Nonna has already checked me for possession, vampirism, lycanthropy, the whole shabang. They all turned up negative."

"Okay, second questi-"

"Where's your mom?" Dean interrupted, his eyes curious and worried. The question was bound to come up but it still caught me off guard. I immediately made my face as unreadable as possible, shoving the sobs back down my throat. The empty feeling in my stomach intensified as I looked straight into Dean's eyes. I could still hear her screams, see her beautiful face twisted in agony as the fire consumed her, leaving nothing but a dark red glowing ember and a charred skeleton. I could still feel the heat hitting my face as Hugo sobbed into my chest, his embrace being the only thing that kept me from breaking every goddamned bone in that demon's body. I could still feel Hugo being ripped away from me and the growing hatred that filled every crevice of my entire being.

"She's dead."