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[deans-baby-momma]

Wounded Hearts 19

Spring 2004  Dean's POV 

I follow Melonie into her place, turning to shut the door. I’m nervous and excited at the same time, because I haven’t been with a lot of women yet, and I hope to god that it doesn’t show. 

“Come on Winchester, you can do this,” I mutter under my breath.

When I shift back around, she has already removed her uniform and is standing there in a plain white bra and pink panties with a little green bow at the hem, right below her navel.

I let my eyes roam down her body, over her tits and down to the apex of her thighs. Fuck, she is sexy! I smile as I slip my jacket off my shoulders and lay it across the chair beside me.

Melonie steps toward me, and I advance as well, meeting her halfway, pulling her naked body flush against mine, my hands sliding down her back, cupping her ass.  I am taken by surprise when my palms meet with soft, supple skin , and not fabric like I expected. 

Goddammit, she’s wearing a thong.

I lean down and claim her mouth, immediately licking into her parted lips. Her tongue meets mine and the kiss deepens. 

Melonie's hands make their way under my Henley and as soon as the soft skin of her hands touches my stomach, I feel that familiar twitch as my dick grows hard.

Holy shit, I hope she touches it. 

I long to feel her hand around my length, jacking me off, squeezing as she comes up to the head, rubbing my precum all over the tip of my dick... Yea, I'm going to fucking embarrass myself again. 

I grip her asscheeks in my palms and press her hips to mine, knowing she is going to feel my arousal. Melonie moans into my mouth and I swallow it down.

When we part, I take my time opening my eyes and look down at her. She smiles up at me mischievously before she steps back and pulls her bra off and pushes her thong down her legs.

She steps out of the garment on the floor,  standing before me as naked as the day she was born. I take my eyes down her body once again, stopping at her clean shaven cunt. I groan and palm my erection as Melonie cups her hands over her boobs and squeezes. 

"I thought about you my whole shift Dean," she tells me as she watches me watch her. "Thought about all the things I want you to do to me. About how good you could hold me down and have your way with me. I had to go to the bathroom twice to clean the slick from my pussy and thighs.”

“Hmmm... naughty girl. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” I say as confidently as possible, hoping she’ll give me something I can use.

Please give me something I can use, so I don’t look like a complete jackass.

"I want you so bad, Mr. FBI agent. I want you to fuck me, to completely ruin me. Make me yours, take what you want," she says as she drops her hands to her sides.

She doesn’t have to tell me that twice because in no time at all, I am undressed with my cock in my hand, pumping it slowly, making it nice and hard for her, and she is on her knees in front of me.

"Suck my dick good and I'll destroy that little pussy of yours sweetheart," I say, feeling like a goddamn pornstar as the words leave my lips. Even though I feel nervous as fuck, I just hope that it turns her on and that I have better control of myself this time.

Still, this is embarrassing!

Melonie whimpers before she leans in, licking from my fingers near the base to the tip, then flicking her tongue over the tip of my cock, licking the precum off my slit. She takes me into her mouth, just the tip at first, and I can see her hollowing out her cheeks, gently taking more of me into her.

Oh god. Just breathe, Winchester. Just. Fucking. Breathe. Don’t blow your load just yet. You got this. 

Her head and hand are now working together in perfect harmony, slowly getting me closer to my climax.

I don’t got this. Fucking hell!

“Fuck. I’m going to come baby,” I groan, noticing that she isn’t stopping what she’s doing and is now only using her mouth to pleasure me.

I act on pure instinct, fisting her hair, and start thrusting into her, basically facefucking her. 

“Yeah, that’s it baby, take all of my cock, like the good little girl that you are.”

I can hear her moaning around me, so she must like what I am doing. I know I’m close to climax because my balls are tightening. I screw my eyes shut, and my mouth falls open, gasping and groaning, my hips stuttering as I come deep inside of her throat. I pull out and she grins up at me.

“Did you like that Mr. FBI agent?”

“Yeah. Now get on the bed, so I can take care of you, spread those legs nice and wide for me so I can take a good look at how wet your pussy is for me.” 

God it sounds so cheesy, but it seems to be working.

“Yes sir.” 

I watch as she climbs on the bed, laying down on her back, spreading her legs wide for me, and I can see the slick literally dripping out of her, and onto the sheets.

“Holy shit baby, your cunt really is hungry for my cock.” I say, as I get onto the bed with her. “Touch yourself for me, show me how you like it.”

She giggles as she moves her digits between her folds, sliding her fingers inside of her, and then out again, moving up to rub her clit, mewling as she does. I reach out and grab her hand, stopping her from pleasuring herself. I want to be the one to make her come and I hope that watching her touch herself is going to help me do just that.

“That’s quite enough,” I growl. ”My turn now.”

I position myself between her legs, moving up, capturing her lips with mine, my tongue dancing with hers, passion igniting as our kiss deepens. I nibble on her lower lip and then slowly pepper kisses down her jaw, neck and collarbone, making my way down to her tits. I flick my tongue over her left nipple, taking it into my mouth, nibbling on it, letting it go and gently blowing on it when I release it. 

She arches her back, and I take the opportunity to slide my hand between her legs, running my index and middle finger through her folds to slicken them up, as I sink them into her. I move them slowly in a come hither motion, rubbing them up against her vaginal wall, watching her face carefully as I try to find the right spot inside of her. I can see her biting her lip, a soft whimper escaping from between them, so I keep doing what I’m doing with my fingers as I tease her right nipple, and then make my way down slowly, placing sloppy wet kisses along her stomach, lower abdomen and finally on her mound. I don’t give her what she wants yet, but I do flick my tongue over her clit lightly,  and she shudders at the feeling.

“Fuck, feels..so… good.”

I lick along her thighs, and the apex of them, right where they meet her cunt, licking her outer labia, and then moving back to her clit again, lingering there a bit longer, applying a bit more pressure with my tongue, making sure I make the movements she did with her fingers. 

“Hmmm.. yeah...fuck...just like that baby…”

I stop, earning me a disappointed “awww”, as I tease her some more, kissing and licking her everywhere except there. 

“Please… please Dean… can I come please?" she begs breathlessly. "I need to feel your tongue on my clit again.” 

I move back up to her clit, and resume teasing her, and I can feel her grinding on my tongue, and fucking up against my fingers.

“Oh god, yes… right there, please don’t stop, please… don’t… ever… stop… I’m gonna… oh fuck… I’m coming…”

I can feel her clit twitching under my tongue and her cunt fluttering around my fingers, but I don’t stop my motions until she rides it out and pulls me up to her face, kissing me deeply. Her hand moves to my cock, guiding it to her entrance, but I stop her. 

“Wait," I tell her, closing my eyes at my own words. How the hell I have so much restraint is beyond me. "I gotta wrap before I tap baby.”

I grab the condom from my wallet, tear it open and once it’s on, I pin her hands above her head with one hand, and with my free hand, I line myself up with her entrance, slowly pushing into her, taking my time to let her adjust to my girth, but also for me to keep my cool. It's a snug fit, and if I move too fast, I might just lose it and come before I actually do anything. I bottom out inside of her, and start thrusting into her slowly, making sure I hit the sweet spot deep inside of her.

She’s moaning and panting underneath me, her eyes begging me to please fuck her harder. 

“Tell me what you want from me,” I whisper.

“Please… fuck me hard, make me scream your name…”

“What’s my name?” 

“Dean.” 

“Good girl.” 

I let go of her hands, wrapping my hand around her throat instead, keeping her in her place, and I pound into her, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the room. She wraps her hands around the back of her knees adjusting her legs, allowing me to fuck her deeper.

I grab her right leg and throw it over my shoulder, freeing up her hand as I say, “Be a good girl for me and rub that little nub of yours, baby.”

"Hmmm… fuck yes sir…”

She reaches down between our bodies, doing exactly what I ask of her, moaning loudly, as I fuck her into the mattress. It’s all so fucking hot that it doesn’t take very long for her to cream all over my dick, screaming my name as she does, pulling me over the edge with her, milking my cock dry of every drop of cum it has.

I pull out of her, and roll on my back, as we both lay there panting. 

“Wow, that was incredible.” 

“Holy shit, it definitely was.”

Looks like I’m getting the hang of this sex stuff. They don’t say fake it ‘til you make it for nothing.

Spring 2004 Rebecca's POV

As soon as the door shuts behind Sam, I realize that Dean and I are alone, in a motel room, two beds nearby. Did he think I sent Sam away so we could have sex?

Shit, I've never had sex before. Did I even want to? I've heard the first time hurts like hell so I was always leery about it.

Not that I've had any chances at finding out, most guys didn't want the nerdy, quiet as a mouse, fly on the wall kind of girl.  I doubt any of the boys at school had even given me a second thought. 

I look at Dean and he is staring at me. Is he going to make a move or is he waiting on me to do it? 

Eventually he takes a step closer so I take a step. We keep it up until we are within arm's reach and Dean wraps his arms around me, licking his lips. 

Holy hell, he is going to kiss me again! I think to myself. And I'm not even gonna lie, I was hoping he would.

As soon as our lips touch, I fucking melt! I drape my arms on his shoulders, bending my elbows to wrap around his neck. When his tongue caresses across my lips, I part them so he can lick into my mouth, our tongue grazing one another's. 

The whimper that rolls up my throat is involuntary and unintentional but hearing it causes Dean to pull my body tighter to his.

The next thing I know is we are laying on the bed and I am about to lose my virginity. We are both as naked as the day we were born. I am scared, nervous, excited. This is happening. I am about to become a woman!

"Do you have a condom?" I ask, trying to quell the shakiness in my voice. I can tell as Dean halts all movement, my question caught him off guard.

He presses his forehead against my clavicle before he lifts it and looks around. Maybe he is trying to remember where they are?

He jumps up and I watch as he grabs some crumpled plastic wrap and shakes it, cursing under his breath as it gets stuck to itself. He peels it apart and covers the tip of his dick,  but not much more seeing as he is longer than whatever the wrap contained. 

As soon as he is sure it's secure,  he climbs back in the bed, between my legs and grabs himself at the bottom. He looks down as he lines up with my opening and then looks me in the eye.

"Ready baby?" he inquired in a whisper and I nod. 

I jerk awake, taking a moment to acclimate to my surroundings. I am in my room, in my bed in the home I share with my 7-almost 8- year old daughter.  

Ever since opening up to Sam about my residual feelings for my daughter’s father, I have had dreams of the night of her conception; about how loving and attentive Dean had been, the complete opposite of what I had remembered. My anger and annoyance clouding my judgement. 

Had it been more to him and then his parents had returned and made him leave? Would he have been there for me and with me during my pregnancy and the birth of our daughter? Would he have wanted to be part of our lives or would he have shrugged us off for his next conquest?

All these questions I had no answers for and knew I'd never get any so I shook them off and got up to go get a glass of water.  

Damn Sam for making me relive it all and begin to challenge my own memories. And then he gets a new job and moves away, leaving me alone to pick up the pieces once again.

The entire walk to the kitchen I keep recollecting that evening at The Pines motel in room 14. The way Dean's jade eyes had bore into mine, like he was seeing into my soul; the way he kept making sure I was comfortable; the way he fucked me slow and easy. 

I realize I'm crying when a tear drops in the back of my hand. God, why now? Why bring this all up when I have no idea where Dean Winchester is or if he even remembers me! 

I put the glass in the sink and head back to bed. There are only a couple hours until my alarm will go off, signaling time to get ready for another day. 

Once I'm settled in bed again, I close my eyes and pray, "Please don't let me dream about him anymore. My heart and mind can't take it."

When the alarm sounds 3 hours later, I've had a good rest sans any more dreams about Dean but I know as soon as the same emerald eyes of his daughter look up at me, I will be thrown right back into my memories. 

And all because I finally admitted my true feelings for the boy who got away. 

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[deans-baby-momma]

Past Haunts- A Revisit

A/N: Let’s take a look inside the Winchester/Quentin household and see how everyone is getting along. Also look for the 2nd author’s note after this story. 

It's been six months today. Six months since my daughter and I were getting ready for work and school when a simple knock on the front door changed everything. Changed it all, for the better.

To be able to watch from the sidelines as Whitney got to finally know the man who was her father; to finally experience having a male figure in her life was indescribable. 

Those two were like two peas in a pod, though. Similar likes, the same dislikes, an identical warped sense of humor. Once Dean had gotten over- no, that isn't the right wording-since Dean had come to terms with Sam being locked in a cage in Hell, he had jumped right into being a parent, a daddy. And he was killing it!

I hadn't expected to find him in the kitchen every morning, cooking breakfast for us before sending us both off with a kiss and I definitely never dreamed of coming home to a clean house, mowed lawn and that pesky back porch light repaired but during the first whole week of loving with us,  Dean had picked up the slack. I was amazed and very grateful.

Dean and I have slept in the same bed every night since his return but have yet to put a label on what we are. Although, Whitney happily tells anyone and everyone that her parents are together, I'm just unsure. And yes, we've had sex but then again what woman in her right mind could look at him, cuddle up to him and NOT want to have sex with him?

He had gotten a job at a local garage after the first month of being 'home' and had quickly impressed the boss with his knowledge of older vehicles. It seemed as though the mechanics nowadays depended on the little computers installed in the newer models to alert them to whatever was wrong, so when older vehicles came across their rack, these young boys were stumped.

During the week after Thanksgiving, the city of Fairfax Indiana got its first snowfall. Everything looked so clean and fresh with the white blanket covering all the blemishes and eyesores around town. And that's the day we found out Dean Winchester doesn't like the cold.

"It's just-" Dean grumbled as he drank his coffee at the head of the table. "-so ridiculous. You have to wear extra layers, watch out for other idiots on the road. Watch where you step. And it's just so cold." He finishes his groaning with a full body shiver.

"Dad you sound like a whiny brat," Whitney banters as she eats her eggs and bacon. "It's wonderful! Everything looks so bright and shiny."

"I need sun and warmth, missy," Dean shoots back with a wink. He suddenly sits up straight and looks at me. "Babe, how many days of school until our little girl is on holiday?"

Whitney hmphs at being called a little girl, even though she knows Dean only does it to get a rise out of her. The smirk on his face tells me that is exactly the response he expected.

"Uh, nine. I think."

"Eight and a half," Whitney corrects me, standing up to take her plate to the sink. "And the half day is going to be mostly watching movies and not much else."

I look at Dean to see his mind whirling. I could tell he was trying to work something out in his head. I raise an eyebrow in question but only get a smile in response. I shake my head at his antics and stand up to go finish getting ready for work.

Christmas in Florida is distinctly opposite of Christmas in the North. For one, there is no snow for the lights to mirror. The lights are pretty but seem so dull without the reflection. And instead of coats and gloves and hats, people are in swimsuits and shorts, tank tops and flip-flops. A total 180 from what I'm used to in mid-December. I ponder the difference between the two as I lounge on the long beach chair beside Dean's as we watch Whitney frolic in the cool water.

Dean hasn't fully embraced the warmer temperatures as he is still in jeans and his usually two-shirt ensemble.  The only thing missing is the heavy work boots he usually dons; his feet are bare. The sunglasses on his face does little to hide the freckles that have made an appearance the darker his skin tans. I've laid in bed recently, counting the cute little misshapen dots. He is all smiles and happy. I love him so much!

When Dean had first suggested taking a trip down south for Christmas break I was astonished, Whitney was ecstatic. In her 13 year existence, this is the first full-fledged vacation we have ever taken so she was excited and enthusiastic about the chance to take a trip. And when she found out the destination, I didn't think she would survive the 17-hour trip without spending the whole time exploding with glee. Whitney and I spent my whole payday on a new wardrobe for the both of us, getting weird and bizarre looks from other shoppers as we tried to find t-shirts and shorts, bathing suits and sunscreen; during December in Indiana those items were few and far between. I also took a secret trip to the courthouse, getting the paperwork to officially make Whitney a Winchester. All it needs is information and signatures from both parents. I plan to surprise Dean with them Christmas morning.

So far, this vacation has been fantastic. We have spent time as a family doing little things, like walking along the beach at sunset searching for seashells, playing mini-golf, spending the day in our hotel room watching old movies and cartoons when the weather took a turn for the worse. It has been a dream come true, something I had never in a million years thought would ever happen. 

Spending time with him and our daughter in what I dubbed as the most magical place on Earth. So what if we're not at Disney World, to me this is the most fascinating time and place; a week spent with my daughter and her father, the love of my life. Life couldn't get any better than this.

I am shaken from my daydreams as I hear Dean growl and begin throwing fictitious daggers with his eyes in the direction of the pool. I turn my head to see a group of teenage boys all surrounding Whitney, who is all smiles at the attention. 

"Calm down honey," I cajole. "We knew this would eventually happen. We can't expect her to be a nun."

"Those boys are too old for her," he defends. "They see an innocent, young girl like her and there's only one thing on their mind." He goes to get up and I reach over to place my hand on his arm, stopping him.

"Give it a minute," I tell him. "I've taught Whitney to take care of herself."

As Dean and I sit there I keep our daughter in my peripheral, just in case one of us needs to step in. Suddenly, Whitney yells out "Jerk!" and slaps the boy who looks to be the protagonist of the crew. I smile as I watch her climb out of the pool and walk toward us. She sits at my feet and wraps her towel around her shoulders.

"You okay darlin'?" her dad asks, his eyes still trained on the gang of boys. They just don't know how many different ways Dean Winchester could murder them and make them all disappear.

"Y-yea," she answers but I can tell she's lying. "They just said some things that weren't nice."

Dean finally turned his eyes toward his daughter, the dangerous glint replaced by concern.  "Baby girl, I can go have a talk with them, if you-"

"No Dean!" she says, standing up. "I don't need my father taking up for me. I'm not a baby!" As Whitney storms out of the pool area, Dean looks at me, at a loss.

"What did I do?"

I stand up and wrap the sarong around my bikini-clad body. "Just let me go talk to her, okay?" I have an idea what is going on and I know having her dad there I'd never get Whitney to open up. I lean down and kiss him and head in the direction our daughter had stomped off.

In the room, Whitney has thrown herself across her bed and is crying into the pillow.

"Honey, what's wrong?" I ask gently because if my suspicions were true, anything could cause her to fly off the handle.

"I don't know," she whines. "I was feeling okay and then all of a sudden, it's like my energy zapped. So I was just floating in the pool, hoping the ache would go away and then those boys came up and started talking to me. And I liked it," she explains as she sits up on the bed. "But then Kyle said something about me being pure and innocent when I told them how old I was and I just lost it. And then I jumped down Dad's throat and he probably hates me now!" She begins crying again and I join her on the bed, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and she places her head on my shoulder.

 "Oh baby," I console. "I think it's becoming that time. You're getting ready to start your first period."

She jerks her head up and looks at me. "Really?"

"Yea, we need to go get you some pads and Midol. You're going to start bleeding anytime."

"God, did I just ruin our first vacation?"

"No!" I claim. "You didn't ruin vacation at all, baby. Now, let's get cleaned up and run down the street to the store."

"Moooom! I can't leave the room! What if it starts before we get back?" I chuckle at her wide-eyed expression.

"Okay, okay." I reach over and grab my phone texting Dean to come up to the room. I roll my eyes as I remember the discussion he and I had almost 2 years ago. Never in a million years did I think I would actually be asking this of him but I can't leave my baby.

The look on his face was comical as I whispered my request. He looked terrified and afflicted at the thought of having to buy feminine products. I take screenshots of exactly what he needs to buy and send him on his way, but not before he insists that I remember promising him he would never have to do this particular task.

The rest of the vacation goes off without a hitch. Whitney does begin her first period and requests to spend the rest of our time in Florida in the hotel room, only going out to eat. Dean and I trust her enough to leave her in the room while we go out, exploring not only the beach but the little town we are in. 

Christmas morning comes and Whitney wakes us up with squeals of delight at the massive amount of presents placed under the decorated fake palm tree in our room.

Dean and I sit on the sofa, drinking coffee and enjoying the look of awe on our daughter's face as she opens her presents. Once finished, she winks at her dad and goes to her bag where she pulls a box from inside. Handing it to him, Whitney steps back as Dean slides off to the floor, getting on one knee.

My hand slaps over my mouth as he clears his throat. I have no idea what he says because my inner voice is chanting 'Oh my god! This can't be happening!' Finally my ears take over and I hear him ask, "Becks, will you marry me?" I nod through the tears and watch as he slips the ring onto my finger. He climbs back onto the couch and wraps his arms around me, only moving one around Whitney when she dog-piles on top of us in excitement.

None of us know though, that when we return to Indiana  the past is going to come back to haunt us, in the form of Sam Winchester back from Hell.

A/N2: Another announcement! Another story! Remember how I promised a sequel to this story? A look into the years these two spent apart? Well I began it and then life happened (along with a stroke) so I just now am finishing it up. Look for Wounded Hearts to begin in March!!! I’m excited to share it with you. I will keep those of you that were on the PH taglist unless you tell me different. Love to you all. 

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[deans-baby-momma]

Wounded Hearts 20

Fairfax, IN 2005 Rebecca’s POV

My little girl is  7 years old and the smartest pupil in her third grade class according to her teacher and principal. They have suggested giving her a more advance curriculum than others her age because she is getting bored and restless in class.

To say I am proud and impressed would be a big understatement. Whitney Deanna is a dream child. She never gives me any trouble and is always wanting to discover new things. I don’t know where she gets her smarts from. Sure I was a straight A student but I’m pretty sure at age 7 I wasn’t interested in taking things apart to figure out how they worked. 

I briefly wonder if she maybe inherited her intelligence from her father but then I remember the cocky, self-assured boy who showed up to class without even a pencil. So no I don’t think any aptitude was passed down from Dean Winchester.

2008

I signed the permission papers and when the new school year begins, my daughter will be 10 years old and taking at least one class at the high school. Thankfully the high school and middle school are close in distance and when the time comes for her to change to the bigger institute, a teacher will accompany her across the lawn. 

I just worry about her. She is the only one from middle school to be attending. What if they make fun of her? What if all her peers tease and ridicule her for being so intelligent that it causes her to lose interest and she begins failing. I would have to break out the mama bear claws on that one. 

2009

Whitney is now 11 years old and is attending not one but three advanced classes at the high school. The older kids have really taken her under their wing and I no longer have to worry about whether she is going to be insulted and belittled for her smarts.

When Whitney comes home and tells me that a kid attacked another in the science lab, I don’t think much of it….until I am walking down the hallway of my alma mater and run into my past. A past I didn’t think I’d ever see again.

Stanford, CA  2005  Dean’s POV

 It’s been almost a month and still nothing. Dad has never gone this long without checking in, letting me know the hunt went okay and whatever bastard was terrorizing the town folk was dead.

A late night decision has me on the road early headed west. It’s been four years since I spoke to him but I need him. I can’t do this alone anymore. I don’t want to.

I arrive at my destination well after dark and park in the spot nearest the apartment complex. I gaze up at the building and wonder how this meeting is going to go down. Will he be happy to see me? Will my presence piss him off? Does his college buddies even know he has an older brother.

It is half past midnight when I finally step out of Baby and enter the building, finding his room number easy.

The lock was a piece of cake and before I know it I am inside. The lights are all off and it’s quiet. Everyone is apparently asleep. I walk through toward where I think the kitchen would be. I need a drink or three.

As I’m passing through the living area, I am attacked. After a few good jabs and a punch or two, I finally get the upper hand. 

“Whoa, easy, tiger.”

THE END

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Wounded Hearts 18

Spring 2004  Dean’s POV

After meeting up with Dad, who was still with the Sheriff, we head toward the car as I tell him about the suggestion Melonie gave me. 

“I could use one of those,” Dad says with a smile as we head in the direction of the drive-in. Pulling in I can’t help but smile as I see the very girl who recommended this place, her blue and white uniform crisp and clean in the sunlight. 

Melonie walks up to the driver’s side window as Dad rolls it down and begins her spiel. “Welcome to the Pinnacle- oh hey. I see you found it.” she says as she notices me in the passenger seat.

“Yea. We are interested in those melt-in-your-mouth burgers.”

“Okay sure,” she says as she takes her pad out and jots it down. “Want something to drink also? We got any type of soda you can think of or tea or water.”

“Give us two Cokes darlin’,” Dad tells her. Melonie nods as she writes down the order and then walks away.

“So, that’s who told you about this place?” Dad asks, a big grin on his face as he looks at me. “I think maybe it’s not only the food you’re interested in here.”

I roll my eyes as he wiggles his eyebrows and chuckles. “Listen, I am pretty sure I know what is going on here. I can take care of it if you want to….ya know, sample to local cuisine.”

“It is so weird hearing you talk like that,” I say with my own chuckle. “But no, She just got to work so it’ll be hours before she’d have any free time. And besides, who says she is even interested?”

Melonie delivers our food and we thank her. I watch as she turns and walks to the next car to take their orders. She gives off the impression of someone happy and well put together and, well…..those are not the kind of girls that usually go for guys like me. She also seems like the kind of person I could find myself falling for and that’s just not possible. 

We’d be gone in a few days and anyways, my heart is unavailable. 

I take a bite of the burger and moan around the mouthful of food. The flavors all sync so smoothly that it just melts in your mouth. Melonie didn’t lie about that. I chuckle when Dad has the same reaction after his first bite. 

Melonie comes back to the Impala a few times to check if we need anything and when Dad asks for the check I can see the disappointment on her face but she quickly masks it with her usually jovial self. 

“Okay," Dad says after paying for the meal. “It’s almost 3 now. If we get back to the motel and go over the information from Sheriff Aliff, we should be able to take these bastards out and you can get back here before her shift’s over. You said she apparently walked to work? So, offer to walk her home?”

When she returns with our change and receipt, Dad questions her about what time her shift ends and does the ‘dirty work’ for me.

“My partner here will be back at 9 to make sure you get home safe and sound.”

Melonie smiles at me and nods then turns to get back to work as Dad pulls the Impala back out onto the road. Dad tells me he's pretty much got the case figured out. He explains the monster is a bakakku. They are cave-dwellers who feed off the brains of other beings. Dad is fairly certain that there is only one bakakku holed up in a closed down mine near Pineville.

"But if there are multiple bakakku, you don't need to be going in alone," I counter. "Do you even know how to kill it?"

"No. So until your lady friend's shift is over, you and I are going to research and try to find more information," he tells me. "Then while you are making sure she gets home safely, I'll take care of the bakakku and be back at the motel when you return. Be it late tonight, in the morning, mid-day, whenever."

Dad chuckles at his own quip while I roll my eyes.

To hear my dad talk and encourage me to hook up with some rando girl in some rando town for the night is just weird.

"Listen son," he begins as he senses my awkwardness. "Ain't nothing wrong with getting your jollies where you can. Believe me, I know. You may not want to hear this but this job….it's lonely and bleak. Yea we save people but hardly ever get a thank you. So you get your reward other ways. 

"I have been known to seek out those 'rewards' and you know, it's nice. You don't have to worry about anyone catching feelings because if they do-" he shrugs as he continues. "-you're already gone."

"You've…..you have slept with other women?" I am astonished at what my father just admitted. "You cheated on Mom?"

"No Dean!" he demands. "I loved your mom with everything in me but she is gone son. I hate to say it as much as you hate to hear it but I am a man and sometimes I just need to get my dick wet, okay? It's not cheating. My wife is dead."

By the time it's close to the end of Melonie's shift, we have concluded how to take out the bakakku and readied the weapon needed. Dad drops me off at the drive-in and proceeds to the mines. 

Leaning against the building, I watch as Melonie finishes up with the last two customers before she walks over.

"I just have to close out my till and make the drop in the safe then I'll be ready."

"Take your time," I tell her with a smile. She returns it and then tiptoes to kiss me. 

When her lips touch mine, all reserves are gone. Tonight, I will do as Dad suggested and enjoy the rewarding benefits of the job of hunting things and saving people.  And watching Melonie walk away, I absolutely cannot wait!

Rebecca’s POV  Winter 2003

“He was the epitome of bad boys,” I chuckle as I settle down on the sofa later that night with Sam. He had asked me to tell him more about Whitney’s dad and we waited until the little girl was in bed for the night before getting into it. “Cocky, confident and egotistical. He was handsome as the devil and he knew it. He sauntered around the school like he owned it. He-” I pause to take a drink of my soda. “-actually announced to the school that he was a hero; whatever the hell that meant.”

“A hero? What had he done to think that?” Sam asks, with a chuckle.

“You got me. But, this was also right after he got caught in the janitor’s closet with Krissy Stephens…...by Amanda Heckerling, who just happened to be his girlfriend at the time,” I tell Sam.

“Whoa. He was a playa, huh? How the hell did you get tangled up with him? I mean, you seem so practical and sophisticated.”

I can’t help but laugh. “I so wasn’t back then. No, I was the nerd; the girl who kept her nose in her books and didn’t socialize with anyone. I was shy and bashful. All I wanted was to get through those four years of hell and go off to college. Well we see how that worked out, eh?”

“You wanted to go to college? For what?” Sam inquired, seemingly interested. 

“Psychology. I wanted to be a psychologist. But things changed. Dean happened.”

“So what, did he break up with Amanda and chase after you?”

“Um, no. After catching him in that closet with Krissy, Amanda dumped him in front of everyone; the whole school. Then a couple days later, he literally runs into me,” I stop as I remember the day vividly. “Practically bowled me over. He apologized and then invited me to have pizza with him, even going so far as making sure his little brother was there. They were staying at the Pines Motel and we sat and ate pizza and watched All Saints Day.”

“So wait,” Sam interrupts. “These two boys-kids- were staying in a motel. Where were their parents?”

“I don’t know,” I shrug as I answer. “I never asked. At least I don’t remember if I did. Either way, it was just Dean and Sam in the motel room. After the movie was over, Sam was begging to go to the arcade and I gave him money for some games. I didn’t realize until after he left that Dean and I were alone. And well you know what happened. She-” I point toward Whitney’s room. “-is proof of that.”

“So what happened next?”

“The next day, I saw him in 1st period but after that he vanished. I never saw him again. I found out from the motel manager that they had packed up and taken off in a black muscle car.”  

“Oh wow!” Sam says, stunned. “So he just humped and dumped you? I’m sorry that was inconsiderate.”

“No, you’re right. That’s exactly what happened,” I say with a chuckle. “I hated him too. After I found out I was pregnant, I wished death upon him. But then she was born and she looks so much like him, that it softened my hatred and I realized that I still have feelings for him.”

“Wow, Becky. Just…...wow!”

“I know. So here I am 8 years later, still kind of hung up on the boy that ran away.”

“I’m sorry Becky,” Sam says, dolefully. “If it makes you feel any better, Dean is a giant douche and doesn’t know what he’s missing. He has a beautiful daughter and her Mom isn’t that bad either.” Sam smiles at me.

“Isn’t that bad? Are you saying I’m not drop dead gorgeous Sam? My heart is broken,” I jest, chuckling.

“God no. Becky, I think you are beautiful, gorgeous, hot! But I didn’t want to seem like I was trying to come on to you. Like after spending the day with you I suddenly wanted to have a relationship,” he begins justifying until he realizes I’m joking. “Shut up!” he says with a laugh as he reaches out and pushes my shoulder.

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Wounded Hearts 15

By the time we arrive at the hospital, Whitney is curled into a ball on the backseat,  her little arms holding her middle and she's crying.

"It hurts Mommy."

"I know peach," I try to comfort her. "I know. We'll see a doctor and he'll make you all better. "

Once I find a parking space and get out of the car, I open the back door and pick Whitney up, cradling her like an infant. The movements, as subtle as I tried to make them, were agony for her and she had big fat tears running down her little face.

The receptionist at the front desk immediately calls for a gurney and before long an orderly wheels one in.  I place my daughter on the cot and rub her back as I answer questions about her medical history and symptoms.

As soon as they get her registered and an i.d. bracelet on her, I follow as the same orderly guides the stretcher to a room.

"The doctor should be in shortly," he says as he locks the wheels. "I hope you feel better soon Whitney."

"Thanks uh-" I pause as I realize I never asked his name. And he's been so nice too!

"Sam," he provides. "My name is Sam."

"Thanks Sam."

"No problem. Just doing my job."

Appendicitis.  Whitney is diagnosed with appendicitis. My first thought is "my baby is going to have to be put under the knife!" and that terrified me. 

Thankfully the physician, Dr. Carrigan suggests trying intravenous fluids and antibiotics before taking 'more drastic measures' but also assures me that with Whitney being so young, she'd bounce back from surgery quickly.

I hold my baby girl's hand, letting her squeeze mine, as they insert the catheter into her tiny vein and begin the drip. 

I have to urge and encourage her to take the medicine the nurse brings in, promising the tiny pills will make her all better.

But in the end, Whitney is prepped and wheeled away from me for surgery to remove the inflamed organ. The nurse directs me to a waiting room on the surgical floor, explaining that the red phone on the wall is for hourly updates to waiting family members.

I sit in the uncomfortable ugly kelly green chair, staring at the only source of contact between me and whatever is going on with Whitney.

There is a vending machine in the corner of the room so I grab some bills from my wallet to purchase a drink to abate my parched throat. As I’m perusing the selections, I hear the door open and turn to see Sam walk in and toward me.

‘Oh god! Is something wrong? Did something happen and instead of calling me they sent him?’

Sam smiles as he stands beside me. I can’t help but be on edge, waiting for him to tell me whatever bad news he has been sent with.

“Too much to choose from, amiright?”

“Hu-what?”

He nods his head toward the machine and continues, “I think they want us to buy one of everything so they put it all on display so we can’t make up our minds.”

Oh, he’s talking about the food and drinks. I relax as I feed the machine my money and make my choice.  Bending over to pull the bottle out of the dispenser, I sigh.

“I thought they sent you in here to tell me bad news,” I say in a whisper but Sam hears me.

“God no,” he laughs. “That wouldn’t be my job anyway. Uh, the nurse told you that if there were any issues or updates the phone would ring, right?” He asks as he points toward the too quiet device on the wall.

“Yea,” I answer. “But I’m all doom and gloom. I thought maybe it was something that should be told in person. I’m sorry.”

“This your first stint?” he asks as he pays the machine and makes his selection. “I mean, with your daughter being sick.”

“Yea. I mean sure she’s had a cold and such but never had to have surgery. She’s just little.”

Sam looks down at his beeper that is attached to his scrub shirt pocket. “I can-I can sit here with you and wait,” he says and then quickly adds. “If you want.”

I nod and reach out my hand. “I’m Rebecca, or Becky for short.”

We walk back over to the row of ugly green chairs and he sits in the one right next to mine.

Sam and I discuss anything and everything and I think he is bringing up insignificant facts and telling silly stories just to keep my mind off the reality that at this very moment my little girl is drugged up and open; her insides exposed. 

“Is her-” Sam asks but the pauses to clear his throat. “Is her dad coming?”

I turn my head to look at him, startled.  “Uh, no. He-he isn’t in the picture.” I chuckle to try and hide my pathos. I am doing this all alone, no back-up or support.

Sure I could call my parents but they have their own lives that doesn’t include sitting in a hospital waiting room staring at a useless silent phone on the wall.

“I’m sorry,” Sam replies with a sad smile. “I didn’t know. He is missing out on an awesome kid. And her mom doesn’t seem that bad either.”

He bumps his shoulder with mine and I can’t help but look down to hide my blush. Is he hitting on me? Now? When my baby is in surgery? Wow!

Sam must sense my awkwardness because he abruptly corrects himself. “I’m not hitting on you. I’m just stating the obvious. I’m sorry if I upset you.”

I relax and breath a sigh of relief. “No, it’s just….no one’s said that to me in a very long time.”

Sam smiles and goes to say something when the phone rings. I jump up and rush over to answer it. 

“Hello?”

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Past Haunts-Epilogue

A/N: Here it is guys! The epilogue to my first episode rewrite. I had so much fun writing this I might try my hand at another episode, if one catches my attention. Anyway, look for a little ficlet called “A Day in the Life” which is just a glimpse into Becks and Whitney’s life, coming in ONE MONTH. 

One year,  four months later

Whitney and I sit in the kitchen, her eating the usual bowl of cereal while I sip on my coffee. 

Whitney is finishing out her middle school years in a couple of weeks and I am amazed that, come fall I will have a legitimate high schooler. 

Ever since the Winchesters left town,  the violence and brutality at Truman High School has become nonexistent. I get letters and cards at least once a month from Dean, all with no return address. I know he and Sam are out there, traveling the country, taking care of Supernatural beings. Saving people, hunting things, the Family Business.

The doorbell breaks the silence and Whitney jumps up. "I'll get it."

As I take a drink of my now lukewarm coffee I am stunned to hear Whitney scream. "Daddy!"

I rush to the front door to see Dean standing there, holding Whitney in his arms. In her excitement, she has jumped him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

He looks at me with tears in his eyes. 'She knows?' he mouths and I nod, tears in my own eyes at the sight of my daughter-our daughter- in her father's arms.

"Well this is the best welcome I could imagine," he says, wrapping his arms around her and hugging tight.

After we send Whitney off to school and I call into work, Dean and I sit on the couch. He tells me all about what he's been doing for the past 16 months, about all the monsters him and Sam have fought, about Sam being addicted to demon blood, about the demon Ruby who had Sam all twisted up and about how they saved the world from ending.

I think back to the day he announced to the whole school that he was a hero, that he shouldn't be pitied. Turns out he was right. Dean Winchester is a hero! 

"Where's Sam?" I inquire as I run my fingers through his hair, my fingernails taking his scalp.

Dean looks at me in total devastation. 

"He said yes,  Becks. He said yes to the devil and sacrificed himself to save me. To save all of us."

"Oh god!" I sob, putting my hand over my mouth.

"I promised, " Dean begins and then swallows. "I promised him I'd come back to you. Back to you and Whitney and live a normal life." He starts crying and I wrap my arms around him. He sobs onto my shoulder and I let him. Let him cry for all that he lost, is brother,  his father, his mom, the first 12 1/2 years of his daughter's life.

When he composes himself, he lifts his head and looks at me, his eyes still damp and red-rimmed.

"Can I Becks? Will you let me in and have a life with you and Whitney?"

I don't even have to think about it. I know my answer. "Yes."

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Past Haunts Masterlist

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3    Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7  Part 8  Part 9

Part 10  Part 11   Part 12  Part 13  Part 14   Part 15  Part 16   Part 17   Part 18

Part 19   Part 20   Epilogue   

A Look into the Future

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Past Haunts Part 19

Dean's POV

After dropping my nerd brother off at the high school, I head toward the address Rebecca had given me. 

Pulling into the driveway and shifting Baby into park, I cut the engine and look at the home that Rebecca and Whitney resided in. It was a one-story ranch style house with red brick exterior, off-white shutters, and a shingled roof. The front door was an ivory six-lane solid one.

I still was in disbelief and guilt-ridden that I had a 12, almost 13-year-old daughter. That mine and Rebecca's one time together had produced a kid. Not that I had any doubt that Whitney belonged to me; anyone could look at her and see that she was mine.

Sam and I had spent hours last night talking about the concept of me having a kid. Even after all that, I still was in shock at the fact. Sam was happy to be an uncle and beyond proud of how smart she was. "Must take after me," he had said when telling me about all they had talked about at the diner yesterday.  I couldn't argue that, Sammy is the smartest person I know. No, scratch that...now, one of the two smartest people I know.

I open the door and step out of the car. This morning I am meeting Rebecca to discuss my involvement in their lives, if I had any. God, I hope she allows me to be a part of Whitney's life ...and maybe hers too. Rebecca, whether she knew it or not took my heart almost 14 years ago and still had it. Oh, and one other thing.

Shaking that idea out of my head, I climb the two steps onto the porch and ring the bell. Here goes nothing. 

By 12:00 everything is laid out on the proverbial table. Rebecca wants me to be a part of Whitney's life! She agreed to let me send money and that if she needed anything else, all she had to do is call. I explained to her that I couldn't promise to always be there for birthdays and holidays but I would bust my ass to try. It's all I could do; someone still had to go out and hunt those nasty sons of bitches who terrorized people and put them back in their places.

Rebecca offers to make lunch and I have to say,  the sandwich I am eating now has got to be one of the best sandwiches I have ever sank my teeth into.  It's nothing special really, just ham and cheese with mayo and a little bit of mustard but damn is it tasty! We are talking and laughing like old friends catching up. I can't help but ask whether she has a boyfriend or a man in her life.  I know I have an ice cube's chance in hell but I want to know because I need to look out for my daughter. Yea,  that's it. My daughter's well-being, that's all I'm inquiring into Rebecca's personal life for. 

When she tells me there has been no one else, I nod but then she whispers the words that almost makes me get choked.

'Except you. Before….or after.'

My mouth goes dry and I have to swallow hard, just to be able to breathe. 

"What?" I ask, my voice high. I clear my throat and try again. "What do you mean? You haven't slept with anyone else since we…..in 14 years you've been alone? No one else?! Sorry, that’s none of my business."

She looks at me and her brown eyes are so soft, so full of compassion and forgiveness. She smiles as she begins speaking. "Dean when you have a baby and then a small child, you really don't have time for anything else. Much less yourself. As soon as I found out I was pregnant, my social life- what social life I had- didn't matter anymore. The baby growing inside me did, the newborn did, the toddler certainly did. Because believe me Whitney kept me on my toes. And now that's she's older, I can't even contemplate going out with anyone. See, there was this boy, he kinda stole my heart and ran off with it. In the front seat of a black muscle car."

I look at her in shock and stunned.  She's talking about me? The boy who stole her heart and never gave it back was me? I look at her and can see the answer without even asking.  I realize then that I have to tell her, there is no way I can keep this a secret any longer. Hell, I don't want to! Not anymore.

"Becks, I have a confession," I say and her brows furrow. "See, there was this shy girl at this one school. Well, I tried breaking down her walls and getting to know her. And in the process, I fell in love with her. I gave her my heart and never regretted it. But, you were wrong."

Rebecca takes an audible breath as I tell her this. "About what?" She almost whispers.

"When you said that you were just one in a long string of women," I tell her. "You were wrong. You not only took my heart but my virginity too."

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Past Haunts-Part 20

A/N: Guys! This is the last part. There is an epilogue that will be posted next Sunday but after that, no more Past Haunts. I enjoyed seeing everyone’s reactions as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. I am sad to see it go too!!! 

'He's lying,' I thought to myself. 'He has to be lying. No way, someone who looks like him was a virgin at 17 years old.'

"Dean, don't lie to me."

"I'm not Becks, " he tells me sincerely. "You were my first and I never regretted it."

"Really?" I tried to fight the smile but it crept onto my face.

Dean huffed a half laugh. "You think I would have been that damn clumsy otherwise.  Hell, I as nervous as a whore in church on Sunday morning."

*FLASHBACK (Rebecca's POV)

After Dean had kissed me, we went back to watching the movie. Toward the end of All Saints Day, I reached over and placed my fingers with his. He didn't acknowledge the movement other than the grin he got on his face. When the movie was over and the pizza and popcorn was all gone, Sammy began being the irritating little brother I had heard other kids complain about. He kept asking a million questions and I could tell Dean was getting annoyed. I pull some money out of my pocket and give it to the whiny kid.

"Here ya go. There's an arcade down at the end. Go crazy!"

Sammy's whole face lights up as he jumps off the bed. "Can I, Dean? I promise not to go any further."

Dean looks at me and then to his brother. He gets a serious look on his face and tells him, "No further. And if you see anything….suspicious come back here. You know the codeword. "

"Poughkeepsie, " Sam says with a nod. He grabs his jacket and heads out the door.  

Dean turns to me then. 

*END FLASHBACK*

"You weren't the only one! As soon as Sam left the room, I realized what I had done and, to be honest, I seriously thought I was going to be sick."

"I'm glad you didn't. Would've put a damper on the mood."

I laugh and notice Dean scoot closer on the couch.

"So you didn't get rid of my brother to seduce me Becks?"

*FLASHBACK (Dean's POV)*

As soon as the door shut behind Sammy, my whole body went on alert. I was alone in the room with a girl. What was I supposed to do? What was she expecting me to do? Do I just pretend that it's no big deal or do I try to kiss her again? Honestly, I want to kiss her again

And again and again, and more. But I don't know what she wants. What if Sammy had just been aggravating her too? 

I take a cautious step closer to her and she mimics me. A few more steps and she is right there in front of me. I can smell her strawberry shampoo, see her kiss-swollen lips. I lick mine as I tentatively reach for her.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me. She loops hers around my neck and I go for it. This kiss is even better than the first. I take a chance and swipe my tongue across the seam of her closed lips. She gasps and it gives me just enough room to lick into her mouth. 

She tastes like heaven,  if there was a heaven. Our tongues wrestle for dominance. I revel in the feat as I lightly suck on hers, causing her to moan.

Next thing I know, we are laid out on the bed in just our underclothes,  her in her bra and panties and me in my boxers and socks. 

*END FLASHBACK*

"No," I answer him breathlessly and move towards him. "I had no idea what I was doing."

"Me neither," he confesses  as he reaches out and tucks my hair behind my ear. 

"Do you now?" I ask without thinking,  just looking into those green eyes. I cringe as I realize what I said. I really didn't want to know how many women he has been with all this time.

"I've gotten better," he says smugly. "I know not to use a sandwich wrapper as protection."

We both bust out laughing at that memory.

*FLASHBACK (3rd person POV)*

Dean nervously pulls Rebecca's bra straps over her shoulders.  As soon as there was slack in the bands, he reached around and unclasped her bra, having trouble with the fastener. He pulls the material from her body and drops it to the floor. He slowly lowers his head and places a gentle kiss to her pink nipple, flicking his tongue lightly across the hardening bud. 

He pulls away and sets up on his knees.  His dick thickening in his shorts. Rebecca lays on to her back and looks up at him. He hooks his fingers into her panties and leisurely pulls them off her hips and down her legs. Stepping backwards off the bed,  he drops the lingerie into the floor and, never taking his eyes from hers, drops his boxers and steps out of them.

Climbing back up the bed, he claims her mouth. He can feel his dick growing and rubbing against the outside of her thigh.

"Dean," Rebecca breathes out. Their eyes meet and they both realize that this is actually happening. They are about to have sex. 

"Do you have a condom?" she asks him and Dean internally chastises himself for not replacing the one in his wallet that his dad gave him when he became a teenager. A four-year-old condom probably wouldn't do the job properly.

He looks around and sees the cellophane wrappers from the sandwich he had for dinner the day before. He grabs the plastic wrapper and shake the crumbs off it. It keeps sandwiches fresh and dry so it should work, right? He wraps it around his length, making sure the tip is covered. Once he is confident that he is protected, he slides between Rebecca's legs and grabs the base.

"Ready baby?"

Rebecca is biting on her bottom lip but nods. Dean runs the tip along her slit and stops right at her entrance. "This might hurt and I'm sorry."

"Okay," Rebecca answers timidly.

Dean pushes past her folds and right into her body. Only the head though. Rebecca is so tight he knows it's going to take some work before he can get all the way in.

He leans down and captures her mouth in a kiss, thrusting his tongue between her lips. Slowly he pulls out and pushes his dick back into her body, getting an inch or two further. They resume kissing as he continues the task of pushing and pulling until he is finally fully seated inside her. She whimpers and he looks at her, fearful he had hurt her.

"Are you okay?"

"Yea, just keeping doing what you're doing. It'll get better."

Dean begins pumping into her as she becomes vocal with moans and grunts; he does too. Her tight channel squeezes him so deliciously that in no time he is cumming and he feels her body clamp down on him as she throws her head back in a wail. "Oh God! Dean!"

*END FLASHBACK*

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed with a laugh.  "I totally forgot about that! No damn wonder I got pregnant!"

Dean laughs along with me for a minute then becomes serious, "You know,  I really thought it would work. Rebecca, I didn't mean to…"

"I know," I assure him as I move next to him and turn to look at him. "And if I had had  a way to contact you when that test was positive, I would have." I look up at him and the expression on his face and in his eyes takes my breath away. The display of complete adoration and love is evident.

"I don't have any plastic wrap but do you-" I begin but am cut off when his mouth covers mine. I willingly open my mouth when his tongue sweeps across my lips. We kiss until we both need air and part ways,  panting. 

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Absolutely, Dean. I have loved you for 14 years. I want this. I want you."

Dean picks me up bridal style and I direct him to my bedroom. 

As we undress each other, we both take notice of the changes in both of us. He traces a fingertip along the stretch marks that litter my body and I observe the muscles and scars that weren't on him before. I kiss each one as if he is made of glass. 

When he drags his boxers off, I gasp. "You're,  um… bigger than I remember."

He smirks and leans down, kissing me softly. "Don't worry baby. I'll go as slow as I did the last time."

He grabs his jeans and pulls out his wallet. I see the foil packet as he rips it open and rolls the condom down his length. 

He crawls over me and hovers above my body. "I love you Rebecca Quentin. I always have." His kisses distract me completely as he enters my body. The feeling of being full overwhelms me and I have to disconnect from him to catch a breath. 

"Fuck Dean," I exclaim. "I forgot how good this felt." We lock eyes and breathe each other's air while my body adjusts. As soon as I adapt to him inside me, I speak up. "Ok, move."

For over an hour we are connected until both of us find our release, together. He reluctantly pulls out and away from me to discard the used condom as I glance at the clock. 

"Oh shit," I utter, clambering to get up and get dressed. "Whitney will be home in 15 minutes.”

When our daughter comes through the door, Dean and I are sitting at the kitchen table, as if just a few minutes ago we weren't in the throes of passion. Dean only stays for a few minutes after she arrives, saying he has to go pick Sam up and head out of town.

He gives Whitney a hug and it pulls at my heartstrings, seeing them together. He approaches me and hugs me. I can tell he doesn't want to let go; I don't either. Ultimately he pulls away and heads for the door, looking back at us one more time. We follow him to the door, watching him get in the car and back out of the driveway.

I hug Whitney to my side as we watch the taillights of that black car from my past disappear. The boy I loved, the man I love now, disappear with them.

"That was him, wasn't it?" she asks, timid and quiet.

"Who, hun?"

"My dad. That was my father, right?"

I look down into her usually bright green eyes, this time though they were dull and tear-filled.

"Yea," I sighed out. "Yea it was."

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Past Haunts-Part 18

A/N: Guys we are getting closer to the end. Only 3 more parts after this one. AHHH!!! When I began posting this, November seemed so far away and now here we are. Also none of these pictures are mine, I borrowed them from google.

Sleep ended up being hard to come by, what with worrying about the conversation with Dean and what we would decide. What did I want? I had never considered Dean ever finding out about Whitney so I had never gave what I want or needed much thought. 

Did I want him to have a relationship with Whitney? Did I want him in our lives? She and I had managed for almost 13 years without him.  From chicken pox to simple colds, from late night movie binges (cartoons when she was younger) to arguments over bedtime when she became school-aged. How would Dean factor into all those? Would he even be a hands-on parent or long distance? I knew his 'job' had him traveling, so would he even have time to be present for things such as birthdays and holidays?

And then I had to take into consideration of what that would mean for me. I have been a single parent all her life, the mother and the father,  so could I relinquish half of those responsibilities if he wanted to take them on? And what would that mean for us, me and him? Would we be a couple or would we just be co-parents?

By the time my alarm sounds at 5:15 am, I still have no answers. I surrender to the fact that I wouldn't get any resolve until I find out Dean's wishes or demands.

I turn the alarm off and go about my usual morning routine. I didn't want Whitney to suspect anything was going on.  If Dean had changed his mind and didn't want to support us, I refuse to allow Whitney to be heartbroken. Knowing her dad didn't want anything to do with her would not only hurt me,  it would devastate her.

I turn the coffee pot on, hoping she doesn't realize the brew is more than I usually make. I know Dean likes his coffee and it will be a nice icebreaker.  I pull the Corn Flakes out, along with a bowl and spoon and sit it all on the table before I head to wake her up.

I hear the rumble of the Impala turn onto my street seconds before I see him pull into the driveway. No, I haven't been standing by the front window, watching for him. I step back out of his line of sight but I can still see through the pane into the front yard and driveway.

Dean sits in the car for a few minutes before stepping out and heading toward my front door. As much as I am dreading opening that door, I am also anxious to see him, to find out how he wants to proceed. I wait for the doorbell to chime and force myself to count to 10 slowly before approaching the door.

Twisting the knob, I will my hands to quit shaking. I'm so nervous! This upcoming discussion is a make it or break it type of communication.  I open the door to find Dean standing on my porch, smiling. I can tell he is just as nervous as I am. And it takes a load off, knowing he doesn't know how this will go either. 

"Morning, Dean," I say with a smile.  "Come on in." I step out of the doorway to give him entrance.

He steps in timidly. "Is she here?" he asks, looking around. 

"No, I sent her to school. Didn't think she needed to be here for this," I tell him as I close the door and head to the kitchen. "Coffee?"

"Please?" he answers as he follows me. "So, Becks…"

I pull two mugs out of the cabinet and fill them, my back to him. I turn and hand the steaming cup to him. "So…"

We both look at each other over the rims of our respective cups as we drink.

"I was serious yesterday, Becks. I want to support you and her in whatever way you need."

I swallow the liquid in my mouth. Ok, well we are going to get right to it then.

"Okay."

"I don't know the first thing about what kids need these days, especially girls. Do you need money for diapers, formula, what?"

I couldn't hold back. I laughed so hard I snorted. "Dean, she's almost 13! She hasn't been in diapers or on formula in over a decade!"

Dean blushes and I feel sorry for him. "Don't worry about it Dean. I will let you buy her pads and tampons when it's time though."

Dean balked at that. He practically looked ill! "Becks! I do not want to even think about that when I think of my daughter."

I control my laughter down to a giggle. "I'm sorry. It was just too good to pass up," I apologized.

By the time the clock on the wall struck 12 noon, all questions have been answered and I know now what Dean's desires are and how deep and his commitment to supporting, not only Whitney but me too, is. He couldn't promise to always be here but he could promise to try with all his might to be at as many special occasions as he could. And that is all I wanted; him to try! 

"So there's no one in your life Becks? No secret boyfriend you're keeping hidden?" Dean inquires as we eat the sandwiches I had whipped up for lunch.

"Uh no," I answer after swallowing my bite. "I've never had time or the desire to worry about feeding someone else's ego."

Dean nods and takes a sip of the tea she'd made. Then the words hit him, what she had said. He swallowed thickly,  wondering if he even had a right to ask. But he wanted-no, he needed-to know. Before he lost his nerve he opened his mouth. "No one? Since…." but he trailed off, not able to actually ask. Not wanting to hear it though he was pretty sure he knew the answer.

"No, Dean. No one. Except you. Before….or after."

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Past Haunts-Part 16

"O-okay," I say, trying not to poke the bear. Dean is pissed and I'm pretty sure I know why. He saw Whitney. And if he saw Whitney, well….

I follow him outside,  around the side of the building, away from prying eyes and ears.

Dean begins pacing back and forth in front of me, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.  I watch in terror, afraid any slight movement will set him off. Turning around, Dean takes a breath. "Becks, I'm going to ask you again and I want the truth. Does your daughter belong to me?"

I let my shoulders slump, I know there is no denying it. He had seen her, it was obvious. "Yes," I whisper, looking down at the ground. 

"What was that?" Dean commands but his voice softer now.

I look up to see Dean is stunned and confused. 

Clearing my throat and straightening my shoulders, I look him in the eye and repeat. "Yes. She belongs to you."

Dean whole demeanor changes.  He looks perplexed but thrilled. "How?"

I shake my head and laugh. "Dean if you don't know where babies come from, I am not giving you 'the talk'."I say making air quotations with my fingers. "Hell, I haven't had to even have that talk with Whitney yet."

"Whitney," Dean repeats like he is trying it on for size. He smiles and again says. "Whitney Winchester. Kind of has a nice ring to it."

I cross my arms and shake my head. "She's a Quentin. I had to have proof of paternity to give her your last name and since you were gone without a trace ...well, she took my name."

"But she's a Winchester."

I couldn't tell if it was a question or a statement so I just nod. "She has Winchester blood in her veins."

"Why?" Dean pleads. "Why did you lie earlier?"

"Because," I start but don't know what to say. So I settle for the truth.  "I was scared, Dean. Scared that if you found out, you would be pissed. Scared that ...hell, I already knew you were leaving town again, so why tell you. You left once and it about destroyed me and I didn't want my kid to go through that." I wipe the tears from my eyes before they can escape. "A part of me was petrified that if you knew, you would try to take her from me. Whitney is my only family Dean."

"Becks," Dean says. "I would never do that.  Hell,  if anyone knows how important a mother is to their child, it's me."

"I know," I sob. My one true fear had been appeased. He wouldn't try to take her away, wouldn't punish me for keeping her a secret, for lying.

"Can I meet her?" Dean asks, shyly. He sounds so nervous like he is anxious and a little afraid of my answer. "We don't even have to tell her who I am if you don't want her to know. Just let me meet her,  my little girl."

"Dean, I don't know," I begin. I knew Whitney would figure it out, she was very intelligent. 

"Please? I just want to meet her.  Talk to her. I promise I'm not going to try to kidnap her or anything. Hell,  my life isn't exactly kid-friendly. I know she's in good hands with you, where she is supposed to be."

I stand there silently, considering his words. "Okay," I finally acquiesce. "But the minute, the second she becomes uncomfortable or upset, we're leaving."

"Noted," Dean says with a smile.

Dean's POV

Following Rebecca back into the diner, the same thought keeps going through my head, 'I have a daughter. I have a little girl.' 

The waitress gives us a funny look, but Rebecca's expression must tell her everything is fine because she goes back to work.

Rebecca leads me to the table that the girl, my girl, is occupying.  She sits down beside our kid, leaving the opposite side open so I quickly take a seat.

"Whitney," Rebecca says getting the girl's attention. She looks up from the magazine she'd been looking through and gives her mom attention. "Sweetie, I'd like you to meet an old friend of mine. Dean."

Whitney looks across the table and I feel as if the world has stopped. My daughter is absolutely beautiful. Her eyes, the exact green as mine, are full of curiosity. Her face is blemish-free, but I can see the same constellations of freckles that I see every time I look into a mirror.  I can't contain the smile that stretches across my face.

"Hello, Whitney."

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Past Haunts-Winchesters Take Daytona

SURPRISE!!!! I had this since I finished Past Haunts but I kept it a secret so that I could post it as a Christmas gift to all my loyal readers. Hope you enjoy this little look into the life of Dean, Rebecca and Whitney!!!

It's been six months today. Six months since my daughter and I were getting ready for work and school when a simple knock on the front door changed everything. Changed it all, for the better.

To be able to watch from the sidelines as Whitney got to finally know the man who was her father; to finally experience having a male figure in her life was indescribable. 

Those two were like two peas in a pod, though. Similar likes, the same dislikes, an identical warped sense of humor. Once Dean had gotten over- no, that isn't the right wording-since Dean had come to terms with Sam being locked in a cage in Hell, he had jumped right into being a parent, a daddy. And he was killing it!

I hadn't expected to find him in the kitchen every morning, cooking breakfast for us before sending us both off with a kiss and I definitely never dreamed of coming home to a clean house, mowed lawn and that pesky back porch light repaired but during the first whole week of loving with us,  Dean had picked up the slack. I was amazed and very grateful.

Dean and I have slept in the same bed every night since his return but have yet to put a label on what we are. Although, Whitney happily tells anyone and everyone that her parents are together, I'm just unsure. And yes, we've had sex but then again what woman in her right mind could look at him, cuddle up to him and NOT want to have sex with him?

He had gotten a job at a local garage after the first month of being 'home' and had quickly impressed the boss with his knowledge of older vehicles. It seemed as though the mechanics now a days depended on the little computers installed in the newer models to alert them to whatever was wrong, so when older vehicles came across their rack, these young boys were stumped.

During the week after Thanksgiving, the city of Fairfax Indiana got its first snowfall. Everything looked so clean and fresh with the white blanket covering all the blemishes and eyesores around town. And that's the day we found out Dean Winchester doesn't like the cold.

"It's just-" Dean grumbled as he drank his coffee at the head of the table. "-so ridiculous. You have to wear extra layers, watch out for other idiots on the road. Watch where you step. And it's just so cold." He finishes his groaning with a full body shiver.

"Dad you sound like a whiny brat," Whitney banters as she eats her eggs and bacon. "It's wonderful! Everything looks so bright and shiny."

"I need sun and warmth missy," Dean shoots back with a wink. He suddenly sits up straight and looks at me. "Babe, how many days of school until our little girl is on holiday?"

Whitney humphs at being called a little girl, even though she knows Dean only does it to get a rise out of her. The smirk on his face tells me that is exactly the response he expected.

"Uh, nine. I think."

"Eight and a half," Whitney corrects me, standing up to take her plate to the sink. "And the half day is going to be mostly watching movies and not much else."

I look at Dean to see his mind whirling. I could tell he was trying to work something out in his head. I raise an eyebrow in question but only get a smile in response. I shake my head at his antics and stand up to go finish getting ready for work.

Christmas in Florida is distinctly opposite of Christmas in the North. For one, there is no snow for the lights to mirror. The lights are pretty but seem so dull without the reflection. And instead of coats and gloves and hats, people are in swimsuits and shorts, tank tops and flip-flops. A total 180 from what I'm used to in mid-December. I ponder the difference between the two as I lounge on the long beach chair beside Dean's as we watch Whitney frolic in the cool water.

Dean hasn't fully embraced the warmer temperatures as he is still in jeans and his usually two-shirt ensemble.  The only thing missing is the heavy work boots he usually dons; his feet are bare. The sunglasses on his face does little to hide the freckles that have made an appearance the darker his skin tans. I've laid in bed recently, counting the cute little misshapen dots. He is all smiles and happy. I love him so much!

When Dean had first suggested taking a trip down south for Christmas break I was astonished, Whitney was ecstatic. In her 13 year existence, this is the first full-fledged vacation we have ever taken so she was excited and enthusiastic about the chance to take a trip. And when she found out the destination, I didn't think she would survive the 17-hour trip without spending the whole time exploding with glee. Whitney and I spent my whole payday on a new wardrobe for the both of us, getting weird and bizarre looks from other shoppers as we tried to find t-shirts and shorts, bathing suits and sunscreen; during December in Indiana those items were few and far between. I also took a secret trip to the courthouse, getting the paperwork to officially make Whitney a Winchester. All it need is information and signatures from both parents. I plan to surprise Dean with them Christmas morning.

So far, this vacation has been fantastic. We have spent time as a family doing little things, like walking along the beach at sunset searching for seashells, playing mini-golf, spending the day in our hotel room watching old movies and cartoons when the weather took a turn for the worse. It has been a dream come true, something I had never in a million years thought would ever happen. 

Spending time with him and our daughter in what I dubbed as the most magical place on Earth. So what if we're not at Disney World, to me this is the most fascinating time and place; a week spent with my daughter and her father, the love of my life. Life couldn't get any better than this.

I am shaken from my daydreams as I hear Dean growl and begin throwing fictitious daggers with his eyes in the direction of the pool. I turn my head to see a group of teenage boys all surrounding Whitney, who is all smiles at the attention. 

"Calm down honey," I cajole. "We knew this would eventually happen. We can't expect her to be a nun."

"Those boys are too old for her," he defends. "They see an innocent, young girl like her and there's only one thing on their mind." He goes to get up and I reach over to place my hand on his arm, stopping him.

"Give it a minute," I tell him. "I've taught Whitney to take care of herself."

As Dean and I sit there I keep our daughter in my peripheral, just in case one of us needs to step in. Suddenly, Whitney yells out "Jerk!" and slaps the boy who looks to be the protagonist of the crew. I smile as I watch her climb out of the pool and walk toward us. She sits at my feet and wraps her towel around her shoulders.

"You okay darlin'?" her dad asks, his eyes still trained on the gang of boys. They just don't know how many different ways Dean Winchester could murder them and make them all disappear.

"Y-yea," she answers but I can tell she's lying. "They just said some things that weren't nice."

Dean finally turned his eyes toward his daughter, the dangerous glint replaced by concern.  "Baby girl, I can go have a talk with them, if you-"

"No Dean!" she says, standing up. "I don't need my father taking up for me. I'm not a baby!" As Whitney storms out of the pool area, Dean looks at me, at a loss.

"What did I do?"

I stand up and wrap the sarong around my bikini-clad body. "Just let me go talk to her, okay?" I have an idea what is going on and I know having her dad there I'd never get Whitney to open up. I lean down and kiss him and head in the direction our daughter had stomped off.

In the room, Whitney has thrown herself across her bed and is crying into the pillow.

"Honey, what's wrong?" I ask gently because if my suspicions were true, anything could cause her to fly off the handle.

"I don't know," she whines. "I was feeling okay and then all of a sudden, it's like my energy zapped. So I was just floating in the pool, hoping the ache would go away and then those boys came up and started talking to me. And I liked it," she explains as she sits up on the bed. "But then Kyle said something about me being pure and innocent when I told them how old I was and I just lost it. And then I jumped down Dad's throat and he probably hates me now!" She began crying again and I join her on the bed, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and she places her head on my shoulder.

 "Oh baby," I console. "I think it's becoming that time. You're getting ready to start your first period."

She jerks her head up and looks at me. "Really?"

"Yea, we need to go get you some pads and Midol. You're going to start bleeding anytime."

"God, did I just ruin our first vacation?"

"No!" I claim. "You didn't ruin vacation at all, baby. Now, let's get cleaned up and run down the street to the store."

"Moooom! I can't leave the room! What if it starts before we get back?" I chuckle at her wide-eyed expression.

"Okay, okay." I reach over and grab my phone texting Dean to come up to the room. I roll my eyes as I remember the discussion he and I had almost 2 years ago. Never in a million years did I think I would actually be asking this of him but I can't leave my baby.

The look on his face was comical as I whispered my request. He looked terrified and afflicted at the thought of having to buy feminine products. I take screenshots of exactly what he needs to buy and send him on his way, but not before he insists that I remember promising him he would never have to do this particular task.

The rest of the vacation goes off without a hitch. Whitney does begin her first period and requests to spend the rest of our time in Florida in the hotel room, only going out to eat. Dean and I trust her enough to leave her in the room while we go out, exploring not only the beach but the little town we are in. Christmas morning comes and Whitney wakes us up with squeals of delight at the massive amount of presents placed under the decorated fake palm tree in our room.

Dean and I sit on the sofa, drinking coffee and enjoying the look of awe on our daughter's face as she opens her presents. Once finished, she winks at her dad and goes to her bag where she pulls a box from inside. Handing it to him, Whitney steps back as Dean slides off to the floor, getting on one knee.

My hand slaps over my mouth as he clears his throat. I have no idea what he says because my inner voice is chanting 'Oh my god! This can't be happening!' Finally my ears take over and I hear him ask, "Becks, will you marry me?" I nod through the tears and watch as he slips the ring onto my finger. He climbs back onto the couch and wraps his arms around me, only moving one around Whitney when she dog piles on top of us in excitement.

None of us know though, that when we return to Indiana  the past is going to come back to haunt us, in the form of Sam Winchester back from Hell.

Well, there ya go guys! A look into the life of the Winchesters. Hope you have enjoyed this little glimpse. As always, likes and comments are appreciated! And don’t forget to check out my new fic, Rebel Without A Cause, coming January 8th. Love to you all and Merry Christmas!!

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Past Haunts-Part 17

A/N: That was the longest 8 hours of my life! LMAO.....So, 2 1/2 hours later, here is this week’s update for the story. Only 3 more chapters and an epilogue to go, y’all!!!!

After the confrontation with Dean and  subsequently introducing him to Whitney, Sam joined  the table and the four of us ate an early dinner.

Once the food was devoured, along with Dean and Whitney's slices of pie we parted ways. Sam and Dean told me they had to go look into locating the bus and dealing with the 'problem' while Whitney and I headed home. 

"Those guys were cool," Whitney says as she sits her bag onto the kitchen table. "Sam is really smart. For a boy."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Whitney, guys can be smart too."

"Oh I know," she quips, opening her notebook.  "Kevin, a boy in my AP history class is really smart. Smarter than Mr. Elliot even. Its hilarious watching Mr, E spit and sputter trying to answer Kevin sometimes."

As I listen to her talk about the boy in her school,  I realize my baby girl has a crush, her first crush. Well one that isn't a cartoon character. The thought of how her father would react to that reminds me that Dean was coming over after they get rid of the ghost. 

"To talk about how to deal with it all"  he had put it. Thankfully Sam and Whitney had been discussing chemistry and wasn't paying attention to our whispering. 

"I'll send child support. I'll pay for her school. Whatever Becks," Dean had told me. "Whatever you need, I'll get it to you. Someway, somehow."

I gave him a tight smile and invited him over to our house, but only after Whitney was asleep. I wasn't sure if I was ready for her to know who Dean really was. I had been surprised she hadn’t caught on yet.  They were practically twins!

At a quarter to midnight, I sit at the same spot Whitney had sat at earlier doing homework. With my phone in my hand,  I glare at it. My very silent phone. Dean was supposed to call once they had dealt with the ghost but it has been radio silence. I begin to worry. What if he hadn't meant it? What if he found out he had a kid and took off? Left town and didn't look back. Just like he did all those years ago! I run a hand through my hair. Damn him!

But then I reconsider.  What if they have had trouble? What if the ghost hadn't been so easy to get rid of? What if Sam is hurt? What if Dean is? 

My heart begins beating faster as I think of Dean being possibly hurt.  I am still in love with him; that hasn't changed in the almost 14 years we have been apart. I rifle through the papers on the counter until I find the card for 'Agent Plant'. The alias makes sense to me now. Civilians couldn't just come into town and dig around crime scenes, the law wouldn't allow that. But other law enforcement, like FBI agents, could. 

I know I won't be able to sleep until I know he is okay. Even if he has left town as soon as they had eliminated the ghost. As long as Dean was uninjured  and safe,  I could deal with him running away from his responsibilities; from his daughter and me. I dial the number and listen to it ring. 

"Becks, I'm so sorry!" Dean greets me, out of breath. 

"Dean, are you alright? Is Sam okay? What happened?!"

"I'm fine. We're okay," he tells me. "Ghosty didn't want to go so easily so it took longer than we expected."

"But it's gone now, right? No more haunted bus or people getting possessed?"

"No bab-Becks," Dean sputters. "Dirk is put to rest. Although he did give Sam a ride to remember," he says and I can hear the amusement in his tone. I know he is only giving Sam a hard time when I hear Sam in the background telling him to shut up and give it a rest.

"Sooo," I drawl out, afraid to ask what his plan is now but knowing I need to know the answer. 

I can tell that Dean is on the move and hear a door shut before Dean speaks again. "Sammy is still adamant about going to talk to some teacher that he had back in the day so I thought maybe I can come by the diner in the morning and we can talk?"

I grin and my heart feels full as I realize my earlier fears were futile. Dean still wanted to support his daughter, he still wanted to acknowledge her even.

"I'm off tomorrow so come here instead," I tell him. "Whitney will be in school and we won't have to worry about any interruptions."

I gladly prattle off my address to Dean and we go to hang up when he speaks up.

"Becks?"

"Yea, Dean?"

"Thank you," he says softly. "Thank you for giving me a chance. Thank you for raising my kid. Thank you for worrying about me."

"You're welcome Dean," I state with a smile. "See you in the morning."

"Sweet dreams, Rebecca Quentin."

I hang up and head toward my room, knowing that my dreams are going to be anything but.

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Wounded Hearts 14

Fairfax, IN  2002  Rebecca’s POV

Kindergarten

“Will I like it?” Whitney asks me as we stand at the curb in front of our house. A year ago, I moved my daughter and myself out of my parents’ home and into a small little ranch style residence not far from them. 

“Whitney, you will love it,” I tell her. “You’ll get to make new friends and learn things that will blow your mind. You will probably even have to teach me all about it.”

“Really?!” she asks, excitedly.

“For sure. Now here comes the bus. Remember, sit in your seat and listen to the instructions. No getting up and moving, especially while the bus is, okay?”

“Okay Mommy,” she says as the bus pulls up and stops. The door opens and I watch as Whitney hesitates to board. She looks back at me one last time, smiles and says, “I love you Mommy.”

“I love you too my sweet peach,” I say as she rushes up the steps and begins conversing with the driver. 

Three months later, Whitney comes off the bus much less enthusiastic as she has been. My daughter loves school, absolutely adores learning and playing with her new friends. Every day she has come home with a story of a different kid she is ‘best friends” with and I listen intently. 

But today, when Whitney gets off the bus she doesn’t look up at me, she doesn’t say hi, she just mopes up the driveway pulling her backpack behind her. I wait until we get inside to inquire about her change in attitude. 

“Whit, honey,” I speak up as soon as the door is closed. Whitney is standing at the kitchen table unpacking her bag. “What’s with the sad?”

“Nothing,” she mumbles and continues pulling out papers. I see a bright blue one that looks like it’s been balled up and then smoothed out. I reach out to grab it but Whitney’s next words stop me in my tracks.

“Do I have a daddy?”

My blood runs cold in my veins and the color in my face drains. I’ve been awaiting this line of questioning since she was old enough to talk but Whitney had yet to bring it up...until now.

“What?” I clear my throat so my voice isn’t so high-pitched. “Why are you asking that? Did something happen at school?”

Whitney picks up the crumpled paper and hands it to me. On the top is a banner that says “Fairfax Elementary School Presents” and then a silhouette of a man and a little girl dancing. Below the picture are the words that make it all make sense now. ‘14th Annual Daddy/Daughter Dance’.

“Oh peach,” I say as I lay the paper on the table and look down at her. Her green eyes are dull and sad and looks like she might have even been crying. “I’m sorry. Did someone say you didn’t have one?”

“Tayler and Samantha laughed at me when I asked what if you don’t have a dad. They were making fun of me. Everyone was laughing at me because I don’t have one. Even Kimber, and she’s supposed to be my bestest friend but she was laughing with everyone else. Mommy, where’s my daddy?”

“Oh sweetheart. Come here,” I say as I open my arms and motion for her to step to me. As soon as she does, I wrap her up in a big hug and then pick her up, sitting her on my hip. I walk into the living room and sit on the sofa,  placing my baby girl on my lap.

“You have a dad, Whitney. You do, you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for him. But that’s a story for a later time,” I begin as I wipe her tears and tuck her hair behind her ear. “Your daddy’s name is Dean. Dean Winchester. I knew him when I was still in high school.”

“Is that why my middle name is Deana? I’m named after him?”

“Yes.”

“Where is he? Does he know about me? Does he want to?”

I smile at the rapid questions. “I don’t know where he is baby. He just disappeared one day.”

“Like magic?” Whitney asks, enthralled that maybe her dad was magical like in her Disney movies.

“No,” I laugh. “His family moved away. I didn’t find out I was pregnant with you until long after they were gone. So no, I don’t think he knows about you but I’m sure if he did, he would want to get to know you.”

“Do you have a picture of him?”

“No sweetie, I sure don’t. He wasn’t even in school long enough to get put in the yearbook. He was here maybe two weeks before his family left town.”

“So, if my daddy isn’t here who is going to take me to the daddy/daughter dance?”

For once, I have no answers for my little girl.

2004  2nd grade

“Whitney, for the last time!” I yell toward her room. “It is time to get up and get ready.”

I step back into the kitchen and continue drinking my coffee and waiting for my daughter to come in for a ride to school. Since her school is on the way to my job, it has become easier to just take her myself. 

“Mommy?” Whitney says, as she enters the kitchen. I sigh as she is still in her pajamas. “I don’t feel good.”

“Whitney Deana Quentin, you cannot miss school. I have to work and there is no one here to stay with you.”

“But Mommy, my stomach hurts,” Whitney whines.

“Probably just hungry. Now go get dressed and we’ll go through the drive-thru on the way okay?”

She nods and slouches, turning and heading to her room.

The phone rings right before the lunch rush but I pay no mind to it while I’m wiping down tables and sitting the condiment bottles back in their little basket.

“Becka,” my friend and co-worker Elise calls for me. “Phone’s for you.”

I sit the rag down and wipe my hands on my apron as I approach the wall where the phone is located.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Quentin? This is Kara, the on-site nurse at Fairfax Elementary. Your daughter Whitney has been in my care. She got sick on the playground and is still complaining of stomach aches and that her side is hurting her. She is also running a slight temperature.”

“Oh god!” I gasp as I cover my mouth with my hand. Maybe Whitney hadn’t been lying this morning when she said she wasn’t feeling well. 

“Now we’ve found some extra clothes in her cube in the classroom and I helped clean her up and she changed herself but she is pretty lethargic and irritable. I think it’d be best if you come pick her up and have her seen by her primary physician,” the nurse continues.

“Yes, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Thank you for calling.”

“Just come to the front office and have the secretary call me on the intercom and I’ll bring Whitney out to you.”

I hang up the phone and am frozen. My little girl, my baby, is sick and apparently threw up at playtime and it’s my fault she is even there to begin with.

Elise jolts me back to the present as she asks what’s wrong.

“Whitney is sick. I have to go pick her up,” I tell her as I rush around the counter toward the backroom. Suddenly remembering what time it is I stop and turn. “Oh god. El, the lunch rush.”

“Don’t worry about a thing darlin’,” she tells me with a smile. “You go get that little girl taken care of. Tell her Aunt El will come by and see her later, ok?”

After picking Whitney up and seeing just how sickly she looks, I head straight for the hospital. There is something wrong with my baby and I got to get it fixed.

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Wounded Hearts 4

Summary: When John Winchester leaves his two high school-aged sons in a motel in Fairfax IN while he goes off on a hunt, they both make friends. What happens after they have to suddenly leave when John comes to fetch them? Will those friendships endure? Does Dean leave a piece of his soul behind?

Word Count: 791

A/N: This is a sequel to Past Haunts, but it’s mostly what happened in the thirteen years between high school and when Sam and Dean return to take care of a haunting in their old stomping grounds of Truman High. The first couple of chapters will be mainly Dean’s POV and then after that, each chapter will switch from Dean’s POV to Rebecca’s POV. I will label them appropriately. 

May 1997  Rebecca’s POV

Tomorrow is graduation. In 24 hours I will be done with school, forever. No more studying, no more exams, no more teachers. One stage of my life is ending and the next one will be beginning soon.

After the doctor confirmed my pregnancy, my parents and I sat down and discussed the future. The new future that now included my illegitimate child, the child with no father. 

Instead of plans to go off to Harvard and study psychology I would be staying in Fairfax and going to community college while raising the kid inside my womb. My parents agree to allow me to stay under their roof and help out, much to my mother’s reluctance. She is still upset that her daughter got knocked up so young. 

Who can blame her really? Here I am, freshly 18, getting ready to graduate high school and sporting a 6 month baby bump. And yea, gossip has run rampant throughout the school, hell even the town, when I began showing.

“Rebecca Quentin is pregnant? Rebecca had sex? Rebecca knows what sex even is?!" The mocking looks are bad but the sorrowful stares I get are even worse. I am pregnant and no one knows who the father is. Well, I do and my parents but we have kept mum about it. 

August 1997

The pain is unbearable! It radiates from my stomach all the way to my back. Tears are streaming down my face, my hair is matted to my sweaty forehead as I lift my head and do as the doctor instructs. 

“Push, Rebecca,” he advises. “You’re getting closer. Push.”

I grit my teeth and bear down, hoping that the agony will soon be over.  As soon as the nurse holding my hand counts to 10, I relax; until the next contraction.

I look to my left to see my Mom holding my hand. "Mommy, it hurts."

"I know baby. I know," my mom assures. "You're almost there though."

This goes on for an eternity before the doctor between my legs looks up at me. I can tell he is smiling behind the mask, just by the look in his blue eyes. 

“One more good push and your daughter will be here,” he tells me as another contraction begins. I immediately start pushing and in a few minutes I hear the cries of my little girl, my daughter. 

Dean’s daughter. No, she's mine, just mine. I grew her, I nurtured her. She is mine. My beautiful little girl. 

The nurse lays the baby on my chest and I look at her through the tears.  "Hi baby girl. I'm your Mom."

She opens her eyes and I gasp. Of course! Of course she'd have her father's eyes. The more I gaze at her, the more I see him in her. I decide then what I'm going to do.

When the nurse comes to take her to the nursery she inquires about her name.

"Whitney," I tell her as I watch her swaddle my daughter in a pink striped blanket. "Whitney D-Deana."

After the nurse takes her out of the room, my Mom and I look at one another.

"You're a mom now," she says, alarmingly calm. "I'm so proud of you Rebecca."

I smile at the woman who gave me life. Yes, these past few months have been hard. Mom took some time to get used to the fact that I was pregnant, that I had a person growing inside me but through it all we seemed to have become closer and now she appeared to be excited to be a grandma.

"She's beautiful. I can't wait for your Dad to see her. I can't wait to get my hands on her," she says with a chuckle.

Hours later, another nurse walks into my hospital room, pushing a plastic transparent bassinet. 

"Someone wanted to see their Mommy," she smiles. 

I reach for her, making grabby hands and the nurse picks the baby up and lays her in my arms. 

Once again I am taken aback by how much this little person looks so much like her father, down to the freckles on her nose. They're light and barely visible but they are there. 

My mom and dad walk in as the nurse is leaving and Dad rushes over to the side of the bed.

"Oh my god, Rebecca. She is gorgeous," he gushes. 

Whitney and I stay in the hospital for two days before being released. During that time, I complete the paperwork for her birth certificate. 

On our way home, we pass the motel and I smile as I look at the building.  The place it all began; where I lost my virginity but created a perfect little girl. 

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