Hello, Daddy (A Supernatural Fanfic)

Chapter 18: Hello, Daddy

*Last month of Anna's pregnancy*

*Dean's POV*

        So many months have gone by and the last time I've seen Anna and our little princess was that last Skype call when I found out about our baby Camden. I wanna call her, but I don't know what to say. It's been so long. 

        I was driving in the car and Sammy was asleep. We were just heading back to the bunker and I turned on the radio. It wasn't what I usually listened to, but I decided to keep it on. 

                    A drop in the ocean

                    A change in the weather

                    I was praying that you and me might end up together

                    It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert

                    But I am holding you closer than most 'cause you are my heaven

                                I don't wanna waste the weekend

                                If you don't love me pretend

                        A few more hours than it's time to go

        As I listened to the lyrics of this strange song, a tear rolled down my cheek and landed on my jean jacket. This song reminds me of Anna. Holy Mother of God. Camden. I'm gonna miss the birth of my son. 

        Anna's gonna be so upset with me. I stopped at a gas station. I needed to pick up some snacks for the road. I don't know when I'm gonna get there, but hopefully I make it in time. 

        I grabbed all the essentials and placed it on the counter for checkout. As I pulled out my wallet, a letter fell out. I completely forgot about that letter. It was addressed to me and I never read it. 

        I payed for everything and got it all in a bag. I picked up the letter and carried it into the Impala. I opened the door and Sam woke up. "Why are we stopping?" He asked, still half-asleep. "We're gonna miss Camden's birth if we don't leave now." I explained.

        "Who?" He asked, trying to register it. "My son. Remember, Sam?" I asked. "Oh. Right. Your son. Let's just go." He said, closing his eyes again to fall back asleep. 

        I put the snacks in the back seat and I opened the letter. It was several pages, but I decided I could read a few before we got back on the road. 

        I picked up the first page. I noticed they are all hand-written. I was hanging on every word. She's never said these words to me before.

         I never knew how much damage or hurt I'd caused her or how much she truly cared for me or even loved me. So much meaning behind these words. 

        Every night before Joanna was born, she'd cried herself to sleep thinking of me. She wrote that she hated that the thought of me kept her going. She wanted to be strong for Joanna so that she wouldn't have to deal with the mess I made. 

        She also wrote that she truly loved me so much. That I'd left an empty feeling in her heart. Then she talked about her mom and grandpa's death, as well as her father's.

        Her dad was killed by something that she couldn't even describe- which was weird to me.

        She talked about how she wished I was there to hold her at night when she cried. She just wanted to feel the same love that she had set for me. A few tears rolled down my cheek. I destroyed her emotionally and I never thought about that once.