Deans daughter

Chapter 15

I slammed my door and locked it, Dean was getting on my last nerve. We had gotten into a fight over something stupid, one second we were talking about monsters and the next we were yelling and he was giving out to me.

"Open the door!" He shouted and started banging on the door. I rolled my eyes and ignored him, I was so not in the mood to listen to him. "Open the door now!!"

His pounding got louder and I felt the fear that I had once felt come back, the memories of abuse in my old homes, the horrible beatings that I used to take for nothing, the panic attacks. Dean wouldn't hit me, I tried to convince myself.

I felt my breathing get heavier, I slid down the wall and gasped, tears rolled down my cheeks. "G-go away!" I yelled. I needed him to stop being so loud. The pounding turned into gentle knocks. "Are you crying?" He asked. I ignored him. If he knew I was crying he would never leave. I heard a loud crash and jumped, then I heard footsteps walk away from the door, he had obviously given up and hit a wall or something.

As I sat in the corner crying I heard a key twist in the lock of my bedroom, Someone was coming in. I looked up in horror, what if it was dean?

The door opened and jack walked in, he sat down beside me and didn't speak, he just wrapped his arms around me. I leaned into the comfort as his arms, he was just so kind. "You know he didn't mean to get that angry don't you?"

"Yeah I know *sniff* It's not because of him, I just don't have a great past," I cried. He rubbed my back gently, "I know, I know."

He held me tighter as my body shook with sobs, and gently kissed my forehead. "'Maybe the two of you need to talk?" He suggested. "I don't even wanna look at him, I can't stand to be in the same room as him!" I cried.

"Well it's a bit late for that," he mumbled. I looked up at him in confusion and then realized what he meant when a throat cleared at the door. Fear washed over me as dean walked into the room, he gave jack a look and he gently released me from his grasp and gave me an apologetic look as he walked out of the room. Dean sat on my bed and I looked up at him from the floor.

"Sit with me," he requested. I pretended I couldn't hear him and looked around the room. "Well then I guess we'll both be sitting on the floor, even though we would both be a lot more comfortable if you had to have just gotten on the bed because either way were going to be having this conversation."

I raised my eyebrows at him, taking a deep breath as he sat down beside me, our shoulders brushing each other. "I didn't mean to get that angry, I just I don't really know what happened," he stated. "Look Dean-" I began but he cut me off. "You do not call me dean. I have earned the right to be called dad, don't you dare call me Dean again!" He yelled, turning around to look at me so I was now forced to lean against me chest of drawers. He was right in my face and I felt myself shaking in fear.

I nodded quickly, afraid of what he might do. "I- I'm sorry," he mumbled gently.

"I need to get out of this place," I said. I stood up and rushed out of the house, I was intending on going back after a few hours but I just needed air, and space and some time to think. I heard him rushing behind me but obviously he didn't really want to catch me because I knew he was faster than me. He could've caught me in a second if he wanted to. Maybe he just knew that I need this time to myself and that I was spending too much time with guys.

I walked towards where I was trained and picked up a knife. I threw it at the target, my anger was consuming me and all I wanted to do was hit something, and that's exactly what I did. I hit a tree until my knuckle was so bruised and bloody that I couldn't see and clear part of skin and I couldn't stand the pain of it anymore. I slid to the floor, clutching my knuckle and caught my breath, all of the anger was getting to me.

I sat down for a while and just breathed, eventually it got dark and I knew it was in my better interest to go back to the bunker. I still felt broken though, I still felt like shit. I just needed a hug.

I began to head back to the bunker when I saw someone walking towards me.

Dean's p.o.v

Sam jack and I all sat in the living room in silence. We were all just waiting for Ellie to return. It was all my fault. She had been gone for hours and by the looks of it she wasn't coming back anytime soon. "Screw this, I'm going to find her," I huffed and stood up. I already knew where she would be, she was quite predictable.

I walked over to the place where she got trained and saw her standing up looking at me. The first thing I noticed was her lack of breath, the second thing I noticed was the broken look on her face and the third thing I noticed was her bruised and bloodied hand.

I paused and looked at her and we made eye contact for a moment before she came running towards me and wrapped her arms around my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me. "I'm so sorry," I whispered in her ear. "It's fine, can we please forget about it?" She begged. I heard her sniffling, she had either caught a cold or she was crying, most likely both.

I held her at arms length and looked at her tear stained face, I hated doing this to her. "Show me your hand," I mumbled, grabbing her wrist. I looked at her knuckle and saw small splinters and everything, I gently touched the side of her hand and tried to wipe off some of the blood but she winced. "This is really hurting Isn't it?" I asked. She nodded. "Well I hate to break it to you but the pain has only begun, I gotta get these splinters out and put some ice on that."

We started to walk back to the bunker when I noticed her shivering, "Are you cold?" I asked her. She shrugged and I took off my jacket and put it on her. "I'll get you warm in no time."

I wrapped an arm around her and we walked into the bunker. Immediately jack and Sam rushed over, jack pulled her into his arms and held onto her tightly. I raised my eyebrows but chose to ignore this, he was probably just worried about her. Sam and I exchanged a look as I grabbed the first aid kit.

When I walked into the living room Jack and Ellie were lying down on the couch and he had his arm wrapped around her. They were talking in low voices and I felt a small smile form on my face. I wondered if they knew that they were in love with each other. I cleared my throat and ruined their moment. "Okay come here," I told Ellie. She walked over to me and sat in front of me. I grabbed her hand and gently started dabbing her knuckles with rubbing alcohol, she winced every few seconds and her face was screwed up in pain. I tried to make conversation with her to try and distract her but instead I would get distracted and end up hurting her instead. Eventually I finished up and she rushed up to her room after I gave her an ice pack.

"Jack, come here," I instructed. He walked over and sat in the chair that Ellie had formerly been sitting in. "Now I don't know what's going on with you and my daughter, but when things start getting more serious you better treat her right," I warned him. He nodded with a small smile forming on his face, "I'd never hurt her."

I watched as he stood up and walked away from me, he wouldn't want to hurt her.