It had been a long ass day for one Dean Winchester. Sam and him took a normal job, just a werewolf trying to have some fun with those in the town. The worst thing about the hunt was the little bastard was hard to track down. The brothers were exhausted, and now taking an extra day to relax and sleep in the cracker box of a motel.
In Dean's opinion, he deserved it and some pie. Rest and pie. And sex. All those sounded amazing. But he didn't need Sam's bitching about bringing a girl to the motel. So pie was good.
Sam was snoring away in his bed, legs hanging slightly off the edge. It was one of the only times Dean had seen him relaxed in a while. He wish Sam would stop stressing so much about everything. After their fall out.... Dean felt mostly responsible about it. He was in a low place, and desperate to save the only thing in his life that was with him always. He raised the kid for god sake.
What broke the hunter out of his thinking, was a small knock on the door. He instantly stood up, reaching for the gun he had rested on the table, before tapping Sammy's ankle to wake him up. Said bitch looked annoyed but when his older brother nodded to the door, he understood the message. Slowly Dean moved to it, putting the gun behind the door before undoing the locks. The knock came again, this time sounding more urgent.
The oldest Winchester threw the door open, only to show the last thing he expected. It was a young girl, about five foot four. She had long hair messily laid on her shoulders and back, and black framed glasses that sat on the bridge of her nose.
She didn't look even remotely like a threat. She had a guitar for starters. The young girl smiled at him, before pushing her frames up her face and fixing her layers of flannels and jackets. "Sorry about the uh... Knocking. I just, can't believe it's really you!" Her bubbled up excitement hit Dean at full force. He was now more confused than he had been before. "Do I... Know you?" He glanced to Sammy, who didn't look like he had a clue either. The girl paused, before clapping her hands over her mouth. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry I just threw that at you. Sorry I haven't... It's a really long story. Can, can I come in?" Before Dean could decline and send the kid back on her way, Sammy interjected.
"Yeah... Yeah come on in. Let's get you some coffee." The Sasquatch helped her with her stuff before he walked to the cheap coffee maker on the counter. The girl shucked off her layers, before sitting in the old chair holding her guitar tightly.
Dean sat in a chair across from her, crossing his arms. "So. Explain why you're... Here, and how you know me." The girl bit at her bottom lip, before looking into the oldest Winchester's eyes. "I really don't want you to freak out. So I'm just gonna say it and get it over it." Dean raised an eyebrow at her, Sammy placed a mug in front of him. "Well?"
"Um.. Sir, I.... I'm your daughter." The mug that was once in his hand, landed on the floor. This was something Dean feared. That he would knock a girl up and find out that he had a kid out of the blue. He stared at her, suddenly seeing himself in her. She had his hair, his eyes, his... Well all but the nose. But she was like his girl... Version or whatever.
"Wait wait wait. You're... Dean's kid?" Sammy asked, trying to get a hold of the situation, running a hand through his hair. "Uh- Yeah yeah! My name is Eleanor, but I prefer Ellie. But whatever works is fine." Dean stood up from his chair, walking toward the bathroom. He rubbed his chin, trying to let it all sink in. He had a kid. He had a kid. It had to be a cruel sick joke. She was hired by someone to mess with his head. But who the hell would do that? She stood up and dug around her bag, pulling out an old wrinkled sheet of paper. "I have proof if you're not.. believing. I mean after all you've been through I know I wouldn't believe it." Sammy took the paper reading it over.
Dean stared at Sam, hoping, praying, that this was a sick joke. He was going to be pissed, but relived no one had to care his cursed genes-
"It's... It's real Dean. She's got tests and everything. You're the father." Ellie looked at Dean, him feeling his heart rate increase at this. She slowly removed her glasses, fully showing the bright emerald he had. It was like his mom, where he got it. She slowly slid her glasses back on, and offered him a small smile.
"No... No no you... You need to go home. Back to your mother or whatever. I.. shit I need a drink." Dean rambled and moved to the fridge, raiding it for beer. Whiskey would be better but he wasn't picky. "W-wait I can't go back home. I haven't been there in three years because I've been looking for you! Do you have any idea how hard it is to track you down?? Three years!" She burst out in a fiery anger that only could be a Winchester trait.
She took a deep breath, looking at them with teary eyes. "My mom sent me to find you because I need protection. She died to make sure I could get to you two." Sam's little heart broke a little, while Dean was still processing what was happening in this world.
     "What exactly are we protecting you from?" Sam took a seat at the table, letting her explain why she was here. Dean knew it was a case talking to Sam. But Dean couldn't care about jobs, hunts, anything. He felt something in his chest tighten. He had to get out of that room. Away from where Sammy could see. Sammy didn't need to know.
      "I need some air." He grabbed his coat off his bed, pulling it over his slightly shaking body. "Dean you can't just walk off and leave. You need to face this-"
      Dean didn't let Sammy finish his bitching. To Sammy, Dean was running away from the problem. To the older hunter, he was getting out to breathe. He kept his composher, glancing at Ellie one more time, before he slammed the door shut behind him. He took in a shaky breath, feeling the burn in his throat as air came in as quick as it left. His head was spinning as he stumbled to is pride and joy, his beautiful baby. The Impala sat there waiting for him to lean on her.
      He was use to panic attacks, and anxiety attacks. Sammy never knew, because he would have noticed the signs and follow him like a lost puppy. Besides why would his big brother have these issues? Dean couldn't get a baring on anything at the moment. His anxiety was killing him here.
      ' you'll be an awful father! You'll be the death of that little girl. You've already killed her!'
      There was only one person he could call now to get himself calm before he passed out. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, his hands still shaking. He scrolled through his contacts, then put the phone to his ear once the number was in. At a time like this he use to call Bobby. But now.
      "Hello?" The gravely voice answered, sounding like they had just woke up. "C-cas." Was the only word he could get out past his breathing. It had picked up the moment he spoke. "Dean. Dean calm down. What's happening." Cas' concern was obvious. He always knew what Dean went through and what he delt with. The hunter had began to rely on him more during these times.
       "C- Cas I ca-cant b-b-breathe." Dean gripped his chest with his free hand, sliding down to the ground. His breathing was uneven. "Dean. Listen to my voice. I am here for you. I want you to take a deep breath and hold it for ten seconds. Then do it again." Dean nodded, doing as the angel instructed. Soon the pain in his chest subsided, allowing him to relax. His inner demons hissed in his mind, but became a distance memory now. "Dean? Do you want to talk about it?"
      The hunter gave a weak laugh, leaning his head into his hand. "I've got a daughter Cas. She showed up on our door step and God damnit she looks like me."
     "I... I don't remember learning you had an offspring." Dean's eyebrows furrowed a bit. A child that not even an angel knew of? Something about this was off. "What are you going to do Dean?"
      "I don't know Cas. I honestly don't know."
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     It was an hour before Dean came back. He took a walk while he talked to Cas, stopped at a bar for a drink so Sammy didn't ask why he didnt stink, then walked back to the motel. When he went inside, it was quiet. He looked over to see Ellie passed out in his bed, and Sammy sitting in his.
     That's when his brother hit him with the bitch face. "What the hell were you thinking Dean." The older brother rolled his eyes, tossing his coat onto the chair before going to the fridge for the rest burger he didn't finish at dinner. "Dean this is serious."
      "Sam. Look. I'm tired. I just want to eat, sleep, and we'll deal with in the morning. I need my four hours." Dean shuffled to the couch, grabbing a blanket from Sam's bed. "You can't avoid this one Dean. I've let you before. Not this time." Dean ignored him and laid down. Slowly but surely, he drifted off to sleep.

Woo! I'm actually writing again. And I honestly love it. I've wanted to work on this story for a while but I felt like I couldn't. I started writing my own stories but I kept thinking about this. So I think I'll keep updating. Like I said I don't know when or where in the future but I will try. Also, leave a comment if I should do Destiel cause the more I think about it, the more I wanna... Write it. But if I don't here I have a whole Destiel story coming soon maybe (and it might have mpreg) but we don't need to worry about that. I hope you all have a wonderful day and... Bye.... ✌️

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