Deans daughter

Chapter 19

Yeah guys I know I already had a chapter 19 but I got major writers block from it and just could not continue it... maybe one day she'll go a hunt. Maybe not

Anyway have fun reading the new chapter 19 that I'll hopefully be able to continue on.

I lay in my bed, felling completely drained. I had done too much crying in the last few hours and now all I wanted was to sleep.

I was curious as to where Sam had gone though, I didn't see him around the bunker and I knew for a fact he wasn't training as I was the one who had been in the woods.

He could've been on a hunt but I would've known if he was, maybe he was just out shopping or something.

I rolled over in the bed, I simple could not get to sleep.

As the hours passed on and on Sam still hadn't came back to the bunker and I still hadn't fallen asleep.

I groaned and got out of my bed, putting on my dressing gown and my slippers and walking into the kitchen to grab a bottle of beer or something.

I opened the fridge and saw that the only thing in there was beer. How convenient.

I grabbed a few of the bottles and simply kept drinking, it was no fun drinking by yourself, but it was all that I could do.

After I was a few bottles in, for someone reason I simply felt angry. Angry at myself for being weak, angry at Dean for being so kind and accepting towards me even though I didn't deserve it, angry at Cass for being helpful, angry at Sam because he still hadn't returned and angry at Jack for not giving me a reason to be angry at him.

I guess I was just angry.

I growled I frustration and threw one of the empty bottles, watching as it smashed against the wall. I winced, hoping that I hadn't woken anyone up.

Just as I did that a tense looking Sam walking into the bunker.

"Why are you still up?" He asked, walking down the stairs.

"Where the fuck were you Sam!?" I snarled, slurring my words.

He looked me up and down, taking in my drunken state, and then he looked at the broken glass around me on the floor.

"Are you okay?" He probed. I felt enraged at this, why was he changing the subject?

"Where were you?" I growled, stepping closer to him.

He looked me up and down, I could tell that he wasn't going to tell me where he was, which made me feel even angrier. "Calm down will you, I was just running errands."

I felt my rage consume me, he was being so shady.

I knew that the drink was getting to me and I was being completely unreasonable but I didn't care.

"Now are you gonna tell me what's wrong and why you're drunk?" He asked, his voice filled with disappointment. I shrugged, I didn't really care if he wanted to give out to me.

"Where the fuck did you go?" I yelled at him. He took a step closer to me so I had to look up to be able to see his face, I had forgotten how tall he was.

"I told you, I was running errands," he repeated.

I raised my hand, not realizing what I was doing, and tried to slap him in the face, however his reflexes were crazy and he had my wrist in his hold before I even got close to his face.

He looked at me with sadness in his eyes and I immediately felt regret fill me.

The whole day had just been so draining and I was feeling so confused and overwhelmed and I was just taking it out on him.

"I- I'm sorry Sam," I whispered.

He clenched his jaw and looked at me dead in the eye, "What is wrong with you?" He asked once again.

"I don't know, I don't know," I mumbled.

I felt tears fill my eyes, everything was just such a waste of time these days.

The alcohol had given me a headache, I was so tired I felt as though I was going to pass out and Sam was looking at me with so much concern and confusion that I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

His released his grasp on my wrist and wrapped his arms around me, which actually covered my whole upper body because he was so large.

I buried my face into his chest. I couldn't control my sobbing anymore, "I don't know what to do anymore, Sam, I'm lost. I just can't do this bullshit anymore. I just want it to end," I whispered.

I prayed he hadn't heard he last part because I wasn't even sure if I believed if myself. It could've been the alcohol talking but there is a saying "a drunk mans words are a sober mans thoughts."

One of sams arms lifted up my legs and he carried me bridal style to my bedroom.

"You need to get some sleep, and you need to be quiet before you wake up Dean or jack. I'll clean up the mess you made and tomorrow you and I are going to have a long conversation," he mumbled as he placed me on the bed.

He kissed me on the forehead and walked out of my room, closing the door after him.

I was once again left in silence, and I still couldn't sleep.

So I went beach to doing what I had been doing before I had my little party — by myself, I stared at my bedroom walls. For hours.

Eventually the sun lit up my bedroom and I got up, feeling exhausted and drained for the day before.

I immediately walked into the kitchen and looked around, so Sam had actually cleaned up my mess.

I felt bad for how I had treated him, I just had to wait for him get out of bed so I could give him a proper apology where I didn't break down crying.

As the banging that I was feeling in my head increased I took a seat, I needed to drink some water or something before I fainted.

"Well aren't you a pretty sight in the morning," a voice said sarcastically behind me.

"Shut up," I mumbled as I looked up at dean.
"What's up?" He asked me.

"Just have a headache," I told him.

He pulled out an aspirin and a bottle of water.

I thanked him and took it. "Did you get any sleep last night?" He said in a concerned tone, I must have had black circles under my eyes or something.

As I was about to answer Sam walked into the kitchen, he looked almost as exhausted as I did.

"Are you serious? Did neither of you sleep last night?" Dean snapped.

I shrugged my shoulders, "I wasn't tired," I mumbled.

Sam simply rolled his eyes and began making a cup of coffee.

"As much as I'd love to stay and lecture you both about sleep I've gotta go," dean stated.

He placed a kiss on my forehead and walked out of the bunker, leaving Sam and I in an awkward silence.

"You should get dressed, were going training," he suggested.

I nodded and stood up, dreading the conversation I was going to have to have with him.