SPN: Dean's Baby Girl
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It was a rainy May night in Olive Hill, Kentucky. Sam and Dean had just finished up a case there; a nest of vampires had been feeding off the local townsfolk, and after searching all night for the blood thirsty vermin, the Winchester brothers had finally managed to track them down to an abandoned barn. It was a fairly simple hunt; walk in, chop their heads off, walk out. Unfortunately, while trying to drive off, they noticed that the Impala was stuck inside a huge heap of mud. The boys stood out in the rain for half an hour trying to push the car out, and by the time they did, both brothers were soaking wet and plastered with mud. "Great!" Dean said in a rough tone, "Now we're filthy from head to toe, guess that date I made with the hot chick at the shake shack ain't happenin' tonight!" Cursing under his breath, a flustered Dean went and got a blanket out of the trunk to put down to sit on. No matter how upset he was, he wasn't gonna to forget his Baby. Sam slid in the passenger's seat, not the least bit interested in Deans night exploits. All he wanted was to get back the the motel and take a hot shower.
When they reached the motel, Sam headed straight for the shower while Dean decided to grab a beer and relax. Although he was disappointed that he wasn't going to be able to spend the night romancing the brunette at the Shake Shack, he had enjoyed this hunt. It'd been a rough year, what with Leviathan's scrambling all over the place, wrecking the already unnatural world that Dean and Sam had worked so hard to keep safe, and this hunt has been a good way to unwind, so to speak. Dean was flipping through channels, trying to decide between Dr. Sexy MD or Dirty Dancing, both of which were guilty pleasures of his, when his phone rang. Dean looked at the caller ID but didn't recognize the number. Curious, he answered, "Hello?" he said, not quit knowing what to expect. "Hey Dean Winchester, how you been baby?" said a very seductive Southern voice on the other end. Dean still didn't know who it was, but he was intrigued. "Why, hello! And just who exactly do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" "You don't remember me?" said the Southern belle, "It's me, Sylvia. Remember, from Mobile, Alabama?" Dean wracked his brain trying to remember the last time he'd driven through there. "We spent a night together last spring? We got wasted and you took me out to your car?" Now he remembered, vaguely. That night was mostly a blur of alcohol and bad county music. Dean and Lisa had just parted ways and Dean wasn't really in a good way. He'd left Sam to do his own thing while he'd gotten staggering drunk and flirted shamelessly with the bartender. This was a shock though, cause Dean didn't usually give girls his real last name, much less his actual phone number. However, that night he didn't really care what he said or didn't say, he just wanted to forget about Lisa, Ben, about all that he'd left behind, so he guessed that in midst of his drunken sorrow, he'd somehow let some personal info slip. "Right, Sylvia…" there was a long pause, "So… what's up?" was all that Dean could come up with. He heard Sylvia take a deep breath, like whatever she was about to say was difficult to get out. "Well, it's been, interesting." She said in a worried tone. "Actually, there's something I need to tell you." Oh boy, thought Dean. What could she want with me; I'd just spent one pointless night with her, like, a year ago. Why the Hell is she trying to contact me now, loneliness, desperation, is she trying to pull a Glenn Close on me or something? Dean vowed to never give his real number out ever again, drunk or not! "Dean… you still there?" Dean didn't know whether to speak up or hang up. "Yeah, still here" was all he could manage. Another long pause ensued before Sylvia broke the silence with, "Well here it goes. Dean, last winter I had a baby… and it's yours."
Dean's heart skipped a beat; he couldn't believe what he'd just heard! Quickly, he started counting the months in his head, then he tried to speak, but words just wouldn't come out. As he struggled to find words, Sam walked out of the bathroom, refreshed and ready to finally sit back and relax. "Hey, who's that you're talking to?" Sam asked. Dean turned to face his brother, a look of panic and confusion on his face. "Dean…? What's wrong", Sam asked in his serious voice, now seeing his brother's look of utter disbelief. "Dean, hello?" Sylvia's voice knocked him out of his trance, her voice now getting tense. "Yeah, um… uh…. uh?" Dean couldn't get one single sentence out, still reeling from the declaration of fatherhood she's thrown at him moments ago. "Dean, look", she began, "I don't expect you to be thrilled, Hell, I don't even expect you to be ok with it. I just thought that since you're her father", Her,
thought Dean, I have a daughter? This was all getting to be too much! "Just thought you deserved to know, that's all." Now Dean felt his stomach turn, What does this mean? I have a kid somewhere? A daughter… a little girl? Mine? Sam was sitting next to Dean now, anxious to hear what had just made Dean's face go white as a sheet. "Say something!" demanded Sylvia, her patience obviously fading. Dean cleared his throat, but it still seemed dry as a bone. "How old is she?" Dean asked, trying to sound calm. "Four months next Monday." Once again, Dean did the math in his head, which was very difficult in his present state. "Next Monday's the fourteenth, which means she was born on… January 14. Just ten days before my birthday." He realized. Dean took a couple of deep breaths, trying to take in all that has just happened. Sam, who was getting very impatient, said in a very loud voice, "Quit keeping me in suspense here and tell me who the Hell is that?" "Sylvia, can you hold on for just a sec?" Dean, not even waiting for an answer, put the phone down and proceeded to tell Sam everything.
"What!?" Sam was completely flabbergasted! "Are you sure? Is it possible?" Dean looked out the window, rain trickling down the window pane. "Yeah, it's possible." Dean said in a hushed tone, his brain working a mile a minute. Why hadn't she told me about this before? Why wait till now to call and tell me? Dean felt his whole body tense, as a more troubling question popped in his head, What do I do now? It was as if Sam had read Dean's mind. "So, what you gonna do now?" Sam asked his big brother, wondering how Dean was going to cope with this new information. "I mean, what did Sylvia say she wanted you to do?" Sylvia! Dean had forgotten she was still on the other line. He picked up his phone, "Sylvia, you still there?" There was a long pause, then she finally spoke. "Damn, I thought you'd passed out or something?" She spat at him. It was clear she was now officially ticked! "So, what do ya say? You wanna meet her or not?" Almost immediately, before he had a chance to think it over, Dean said, "Yes."