Disclaimer-Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and the CW.
The characters Kat and Faith come from a role playing game of Supernatural I had last year. We didn't do the math on the ages until I started writing this story to fill in the gaps in the RP and than realized Dean and Faith were only thirteen when she got knocked up. After some descussion with some of my friends I decided to just leave the ages the way they are.
Impala Series
1997
CHAPTER 1
The ringing cell phone had woken both teenagers, but Sam's fourteen-year-old hand was the first to reach it. He didn't get any complaints from his eight-teen year old brother who just rolled back on his side and went back to sleep even though it was his phone that had rang. "Hello?" Sam glanced at the clock on the bed stand seeing it was two in the morning. Fear griped him thinking something had happened to their father, but it went away as he heard the shower running in the bathroom. Who would call this time at night?
The line was silent for a moment and Sam was ready to hit the off button just as a teenage girl finally spoke. "Uh hi…Sammy? Is Dean there?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "It's Sam and he's sleeping. I'll let him know you called in the morning." He was not about to wake up Dean again just for one of his skank girlfriends.
"My names Faith Jones…I'm not sure if you remember me. I was a friend of Dean's when we were thirteen…The five months you were in Salem Massachusetts. I live in Parctus Michigan now. I saw your Dad's Impala at the restaurant in town earlier. I really need to talk to Dean."
Sam looked at his brothers sleeping form. He almost woke him until he noticed Dean's hand under his pillow and very possibly around the handle of his knife. "Yeah that's not going to happen tonight."
"Sam please…"
John left the bathroom, pulling on a T-shirt. "Whose on the phone?"
"Some girl for Dean." He saw his Dad roll his eyes and laughed. "Faith, what's your phone number and I'll have Dean call you…"
The cell phone was snatched out of Sam's hand as John grabbed it and brought it to his own ear. "Faith from Salem?"
"Oh um hi, Mr. Winchester. I didn't think you'd be there. Sorry for disturbing your sleep. I'll call…"
"Don't worry about it, Hun. How are you? How's…" He realized he never got the kids name. Didn't want to know. Didn't really want Dean to know either, but it wasn't his choice to make anymore since his eldest had turned eight-teen a few months ago. "How's your daughter?" He nudged the bed Dean was sleeping on and when that didn't wake him up he smacked him.
"Were…good."
Dean woke and gave him an annoyed look. "What?"
John held the phone out to the younger man. "Faith Jones."
Dean blinked and looked like he hadn't heard his father right, but sat up and took the phone any ways. "Faith?"
"Hello, Dean." Her voice sent shivers down his back, but in a good way. "I know it's been a long time. Do you remember me?"
"Of course I remember you." How could he forget? Specially now with hearing the sexy tone of her voice. It had changed and grown so much since they were thirteen, but it still brought back memories of that outspoken wild thirteen year old girl he had befriended all those years ago in Salem. The girl who had helped him baby-sit Sam. The girl he could spend hours talking to about supernatural things, without telling her what their father did of course, and watching horror movies. The girl who had been his first in many ways. How could he forget her? "How are you?" He got out of bed and headed into the bathroom, so his Dad and Sam could get some sleep. Dean shut the door and sat down on the edge of the bath tube. "It's good to hear your voice."
The woman on the other end laughed happily and he thought he heard tears. "Its good to hear yours too. I'm good. Going to school and working when I'm not. Your daughter and I are staying at my Aunt and Uncles place. Been since I had her."
Dean grinned at the words your daughter. He had a little girl. "What's she like?" He turned sideways and leaned back against the wall as he balanced on the bathtub. He put one leg bent in front of him.
"She has your green eyes. Blonde hair I guess came from your mother? She's only four so she hasn't really gained a personality yet that's her own yet, but she loves hearing ghost stories and watching horror movies. She beats up the boys in her play group." She laughed. "But the boys just love her. She so beautiful."
"You're going to have to put a stop to that. No dating till she's…thirty?"
Faith laughed. "Forty…Fifty at the most. Were in Parctus. I saw you driving your fathers Impala earlier. Would you like to meet her?"
Dean looked towards the bathroom door. Would it be right to meet her? "Ye…Yes." He wasn't really sure and he hoped his voice didn't betray it. Unfortunately in the late night it had.
"I don't expect anything from you, Dean. I just thought you might want to meet your daughter. Sorry to have…"
"WAIT." Dean did not want her to hang up even though he knew he had screwed up royally. "I'm sorry. I think about our child all the time. I just never thought I would meet her. I was just thrown off. I want to meet her. How about breakfast in the morning?"
"I can't." She sounded disappointed. The young hunter wondered if it had been because of the way he answered? "I have work in the morning and than school. We have to meet some place private. My Aunt and Uncle wouldn't like us getting together. I'll think of a place and call you back?"
"That should be fine. Were going to be here for only a week. Just passing through."
"I…Goodnight, Dean." The call ended.
Dean looked at the phone than got up. He clicked the light off before opening the bathroom door so not to disrupt his sleeping family in the room. Once Dean's eyes adjusted to the dark he saw Sam asleep, but his Dad was wide-awake and sitting in a chair. The man watched him and Dean climbed into bed. "Goodnight, Dad."
"Well?"
Dean had been in the process of laying down when he heard his Dad's question. "Well what?" Than it dawned on him. "You really want to know?"
"Dean, We stayed a way because its what Faith's parents thought was best." He heard a noise from Sam's bed and stopped talking long enough to make sure the fourteen-year-old wasn't waking up. When the teen just rolled over he continued. "That's babies my Grand child. I would like to know something about it."
Dean studied him. "It's a girl. She has Mom's blonde hair and my green eyes. Other than that all I know is she likes horror movies and scary stories. Oh and she beats up little boys."
His father…actually smiled. "She sounds like a beautiful little girl and a true Winchester at that."
Dean finished laying down, but still watched his father. He wanted to see his reaction to what he said next. "Their here. Faith wants me to meet her. I told her I will."
John moved to the end of Dean's bed and sat down. "Are you sure that's what your want? You'll probably never see them or hear from them again."
"I know and yes its what I want. If Faith changes her mind about it I wont push it, but I do want to see her."
John looked at the wall. "Can I come?"
Dean raised an eyebrow. "Did I hear you right?" When his Dad looked back at him he saw something in the man's eyes. "Uh sure. Let me talk to Faith first and make sure its okay with her."
John patted Dean's leg. "Get some sleep." The older man moved to the rollaway bed and laid down.
Dean closed his eyes, but doubted he would get any sleep the remainder of the night.
