Just A Dream

Chapter 5

Kenna wakes up the next morning to the sound of raised voices coming from downstairs. She slowly sits up and looks around, seeing that her dad was gone, leaving just her and her sister in bed. Seeing that Aspen was asleep, Kenna carefully gets out of the bed and quietly walks down the stairs, sitting on the second to last step as she listens to her father and uncles argue in the study. 

"Okay, look. I know you're not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof." She hears Sam say to someone, she assumes it's Dean. 

"Proof?" Dean repeats, proving her assumption correct. 

"Yes." 

"Proof that there's a God out there that actually gives a crap about me personally?" Dean asks incredulously. "I'm sorry, but I'm not buying it." 

"Why not?" Sam asks in exasperation. 

"Because why me? If there is a God out there, why would he give a crap about me?" Dean asks. 

"Dean-"

"I mean, I've saved some people, okay?" Dean rants, ignoring whatever argument his brother was about to make. "I figured that made up for the stealing and the ditching chicks and maybe even being absent for most of my kids' lives." Kenna looks down and sighs. He didn't know. Why is he blaming himself for not being there? "But why do I deserve to be saved? I'm just a regular guy." 

"Apparently, you're a regular guy that's important to the man upstairs." Sam tells his older brother. 

"Well, that creeps me out." He says. "I mean, I don't like getting singled out at birthday parties, much less by... God."

"Okay, well, too bad, Dean, because I think he wants you to strap on your party hat." Sam says, making Kenna chuckle quietly.

"Fine. What do we know about angels?" Dean asks. Kenna hears a thud and assumes Bobby just placed a heavy book on the desk. 

"Start reading." The older man says. 

"You're gonna get me some pie." Dean tells Sam. "But first, I need to check on my girls." 

Kenna debates whether to run and get back in the bed and pretend like she didn't hear the whole conversation or to just sit there. Her choice is made when Dean rounds the corner, stopping when he sees his oldest child sitting on the steps. He walks over and sits down next to her. 

"How much did you hear?" He asks.

"Somewhere around proof." She answers before deciding to ask the question that's been on her mind since last night. "Dad, do you really think you didn't deserve to be saved?" Dean sighs and looks at the floor. 

"I've done a lot of bad things, KG." He says after a moment. "Some were justified, but a lot weren't." 

"So? Everyone's done bad things." Kenna says with a small shrug. "Doesn't mean you didn't deserve to be saved." 

"Well, the way I see it, there were plenty of other people to deserved to be saved more than me." He says, looking up at her. "A lot of people." 

"Well, the way I see it, they chose the right person to save." She tells him, giving him a smile. He gives her one in return and wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her to him and placing a kiss to the top of her head. 

"Where's your sister?" He asks after a moment. 

"Still sleeping." Kenna answers, gesturing up the stairs. Dean grabs her arm gently and looks at the stitches in it. 

"How's the arm feel?" He asks, gently touching the area around the wound. It was red and a little bit puffy, but that's normal. He looks at the stitches on her face as well, seeing that they also looked fine.