Everything's Okay {Sam Winchester's Daughter}

Chapter 11-Please

Three Months Later

   "I want you to train me." I burst into the room that Sam and Dean are in, unaware of the fact that there are two other, unfamiliar people and an angel that I still have a slight grudge against in the room.

   All eyes land on me as I make my dramatic entrance. I very quickly get uncomfortable under their stares and sink back, slouching. I try to make myself smaller as I look down with red cheeks, rubbing my sweater-covered arm.

   "Sorry. I didn't realize we had company." I say quietly.

   "No, no, it's okay." Sam says. "I was just about to come and get you. I want you to meet some people." He gestures for me to join them around the desk.

   Slowly, with shaking hands, I make my way over and stand next him, taking a deep breath.

   "Why are you shaking?" Dean asks, chuckling.

   Ever heard of social anxiety?

   That made me want to just cripple up and die.

   "You've never noticed how she acts around new people? She's got social anxiety, dumbass." Sam attempted to say quietly, but I heard every word. He smacks Dean up side the head before turning back to me. He places a comforting hand on my back, turning his attention to the older man and woman who seems to be in her late 30s.

At least he pays attention to my problems.

"Madison, these are our close friends, who are also hunters, Bobby and Jody." Sam explains. I lift up a shaky hand with a wave.

   "I can't believe it's been almost four months and we haven't met you yet!" Jody says, walking around the table and engulfing me in a hug. I stiffen up and look to the side at Sam with wide eyes. I mouth the words 'what the fuck' towards him and he just laughs. "Welcome to the family!"

   "Your eyes look so much like your father's." She gushes, scanning my features.

"She has a weird mix between her mom and Sam's face shape." Dean comments. I glare at him, still not ready to mention my mom.

As soon as she lets go of me, I step slightly closer to Sam awkwardly.

   "So what were you saying about wanting to train? Because I don't think that's the best idea. You could get hurt."

   "I-I was just saying that I wanted to train with you. You already force me to go hunting with you and I've read half the books in this room." I say. "It wouldn't hurt to know how to fight."

"Maddie—"

"I could be a real asset!" I cut him off. "I'm good at research. I'm a fast learner. Not to mention i've been working out almost every day since I've been cooped up in this damn bunker. It couldn't hurt to know how to protect myself."

"You get that from your daddy." Bobby laughs, his strong country accent prominent.

"Which part?" I ask, having referred to multiple traits.

"All of it. The research, the fast learner... The stubbornness." He explains.

"Sometimes I wish I hadn't given her the last one." Sam mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Dad, please." I beg. "Don't make me do the thing."

"What thing?" Bobby and Jody ask at the same time.

"Oh please no—" He sighs.

"Please, please, please, please." I repeat, doing the thing I know he hates most; the typical thing stuck up teenage girls do when they don't get what they want.

I keep repeating it over and over again, Sam groaning and leaning his head on the table in front of him.

"Sam, just give the damn girl what she wants." Bobby complains.

"I can do this forever." I smirk before taking another deep breath, readying myself for another round. Before I can get a word out, a body is pressed against my back and a hand covers my mouth, stopping me from continuing.

"Why is she doing the thing?" Dean asks from behind me. I take this as an opportunity to show how well I can learn.

I bring my elbow back and punch Dean where it hurts. He groans and loosens his grip. I grab his arms and flip him over my back and onto the ground like he had shown me once a month or so ago. He lays on the ground, stunned from my sudden outburst. Everyone else stands there laughing at the fact that a 15 year old girl just threw Dean Winchester to the ground.

"Who taught you how to do that?" Sam asks.

"Dean did." I shrug.

"I showed you how to do it once. We didn't even practice it." He complains, standing to his feet.

"See, I'm a fast learner." I smile innocently.

"That's what this is about?" He says, disbelief in his voice. "Dude, she's ruthless."

"You're not helping, Dean."

"He won't train me." I inform.

"Look, kid—" Dean starts.

"Yeah, yeah, it's dangerous or whatever."

"Fine." Sam says, giving in. "We start tomorrow at 6."

"AM?" He nods.

"You're the one that wanted to train." He smirks.