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A/N: JUST A FICLET, HEARD THE SONG AND KIND CAME UP WITH THIS. ENJOY.
SUMMARY: (Set four years from season 1-route 666) CASSIE CALL'S. SHE'S HAD A CHILD. DEANS CHILD. HER NAME IS KATIE…AND SHE'S DYING.
Katie
Katie was alittle girl, who said, "I'll find a way".
Katie was a little girl, who said, "It'll be ok".
Till one day she found a little bit of something
Sheused todrown.
She said, "I'm alive and I am free, but you see
I have controlover me."
But will you draw the line?
Turn a blindeye to all the faces that youknow?
And she said, "go".
Katie was a little girl, who never found the way.
Katie was a little girl, who never was ok.
Cause one day she'd found that little bit of something
She used to drown.
She said, "I'm alive and I am free, but you see
I have control over me."
But will you draw the line?
Turn a blind eye to all the faces that you know?
And she said, "go".
She said, "I'm alive and I am free, but you see
I have control over me."
But will you draw the line?
Turn a blind eye to all the faces that you know?
But will you draw the line?
And she said, "go".
And she said, "go".
And she said, "go"…
Dean Winchester opened his eyes to the sound of his cell phone ringing.
It was the middle of the night, whoever it was, was going to get their asses kicked.
"Would you answer the damn phone?" came the tired voice of Sam from the next bed.
"Yeah, yeah, don't get your panties in a bunch college boy," he grumbled in reply, fumbling blindly for the phone as it vibrated on the nightstand.
If he could've been bothered to open his eyes, or he would've found it by the light.
Finally clutching the still vibrating device, he flipped it open and pressed it to his ear.
"Hello?" he mumbled.
"Dean? I'm sorry if I waked you," came a familiar female voice from the end of the line.
"S'ok," he said, not quite being able to pick who it was.
"Dean…"It was Cassie.
"Hey Cassie, what's wrong babe?" he asked, suddenly feeling guilty. She wanted him back, and he had someone. That was his first guess.
Suddenly, a muffled voice.
"Mommy, I'm scared,"
"Give me a minute sweetheart," replied Cassie
Dean swallowed a lump in his throat. She didn't want him back after all; she had someone.
"So you have a kid…congratulations. How old is she?" he could tell it was a girl.
The lamp clicked on and Sam looked at him with confused eyes.
"Four years old last week," she said. "Her name is Katie,"
"Sounds cute. Who does she look like? You or…"
"She's definitely her daddy's girl. She has his eyes…his hair," she sighed.
"Really, what's wrong honey?"
"Dean, you're probably going to be really pissed, and I should've told you sooner…"
Uh-oh.
"She's yours…"
Dean was speechless.
"Dean? Are you still there?"
He had a daughter. He had a four-year-old daughter called Katie.
Dean wasn't angry, but he wasn't impressed.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.
"I thought you would run…"
"How could you think something like that?"
"Your job…there's something else,"
Another uh-oh.
"What?"
"She's dying…" Cassie whispered, then began to cry.
Dean had never met his daughter…but he too had tears sliding down his cheeks.
Sam just frowned.
"I'll be there as soon as possible," Dean said. "See you soon Cassie, and keep safe,"
"Okay,"
He snapped the phone shut, swallowing the bile that was creeping up his throat.
"Is Cassie okay?" Sam asked, propped up on his elbow, staring at his brother intently.
"I'm a…" Dean swallowed a lump in his throat…he couldn't say it. He couldn't believe it.
"You're a what Dean?"
"I'm a daddy," he whispered.
"What?"
"I have a four-year-old daughter called Katie," he said.
"Oh my god Dean…" then Sam's face split into a grin. "I'm an uncle?"
Dean shook his head. "Not for much longer…she's dying…"
Sam's face fell. "Oh…Dean, I'm sorry…"
"Nah…it's cool I…" his voice broke as tears slipped out, the floodgates opening. "We have to go…I want to see my baby…"
In a split second, Sam was on his feet, rushing around the room to pack their stuff up.
"Get dressed Dean, we're going, right now…"
Dean and Sam stood on the doorstep of Cassie's home, waiting. They had just knocked, and Dean was getting nervous as the seconds ticked by.
Footsteps.
The door swung inwards, revealing a tired looking Cassie.
"Dean…Sam…" she hugged them in turn and beckoned them to enter. "Coffee?" she asked.
The nodded.
Dean swallowed nervously. "Cass…I wanna see her," he whispered.
The dark woman nodded. "Katie! Sweetheart! Come here, there's somebody I want you to meet,"
"Ok," came a little voice, followed by pounding feet.
The child dashed around the corner and jumped into Cassie's outstretched arms.
"Dean and Sam, this is Katie," she said. "Katie, this is your daddy Dean and your uncle Sam,"
Katie grinned and held her arms out to Dean. She knew instantly that her mother told the truth. This was the man she always told her about.
Dean grinned back and took his daughter in his arms, noticing with satisfaction that she wore tattered jeans and an AC/DC t-shirt.
She was the most beautiful little girl he had ever seen, and Sam couldn't disagree.
Her curly dark blonde hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, and large, expressive green eyes smiled back it him.
It was hard to believe that this child could be unhealthy, let alone dying.
"Hello there," Dean greeted.
"Hello daddy," she said back, and then wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a tight hug.
His heart wrenched.
This little life was his. His and Cassie's.
Tears rolled down his cheeks and Sam watched on, silent.
He felt sorry for Dean and Cassie.
She pulled back.
"Mommy say's you have a black rumbling beast. Can I see it please?"
Dean and Sam looked at each other and Cassie smiled.
"You three go ahead. I'll make the coffee and bring it out soon,"
Dean and Sam turned and walked out the door.
"Whoa," Katie gasped, and then clapped her hands together. "I love it!"
She was very articulate for a four-year-old. She spoke very well.
Dean sat her on the bonnet.
"I want you to repeat after me sweetie," he said with a grin.
"Okay dad," she grinned back. The same grin. His grin.
Sam couldn't help it. He smiled too.
Man, she's going to be a man-killer…he thought for a moment. Was…
"This car, baby, and you have to remember…is a 1967 Chevrolet Impala…can you say that?"
She repeated exactly.
"Very good, Now…see this giant behind me? That's your uncle Sammy. Would you like to meet him properly?"
She nodded. The other man looked like daddy, but didn't. It was really good.
Sam picked her up. He had a huge smile on his face. It was a different smile, but it was still great.
"Hey there little one. How you doing?" he asked.
"I'm fine…except…" she started to cry, and Sam handed her back to Dean, bewildered.
"What is it sugar?" Dean asked gently.
"My head hurts…"
Blood began to trickle from her nose.
Crap.
Cassie had been walking down to meet them when the sight caught her eye.
She promptly dropped the tray, the china shattering as she raced over.
"Oh god, not now. Not so soon…" she sobbed as her daughter lost consciousness.
Dean was white with fear.
"What's wrong with her Cass?" He asked.
"Brain tumor. They say they can operate, but either way she's gone…"
"Fuck that," he growled. "Get in Cassie. Sam you drive." He dug around in his pockets and tossed the keys to his brother.
He wanted someone to pass this baby onto.
Not more than ten minutes later, they pulled up into emergency. Dean and Cassie jumped out and Sam circled the parking lot to look for a space.
They ran into the cool air-condition lobby.
"We need a doctor!" Dean cried, cradling his child.
"Cassandra..." they turned to see a doctor standing behind them.
"Dr. Blake…she's…"
He nodded. "Do you want us to do it?"
"Please…please," Cassie nodded vigorously.
"Pass her here then sir,"
Dean reluctantly handed his child over.
"You'll have to wait. We'll come out when we're done."
THREE HOURS LATER:
The doctor stepped out of the operating room.
Another innocent life lost.
Dammit. He thought vehemently.
And he would be the one to tell them.
He stepped out into the waiting room, his heart pounding as the Cassandra and the other men jumped to their feet.
It was that instant Sam knew there was something wrong.
The doctor shook his head. "I'm sorry Cassandra…there was nothing we could've done," he whispered.
Cassie let out a tortured sob, and began to cry, gripping Dean's jacket and pulling herself into his warmth.
He too was crying uncontrollably.
"C-c-can we s-s-see her?" Dean choked.
The doctor nodded, and motioned for them to follow.
"I'll wait here," Sam said softly, not wanting to intrude.
He sat.
Katie looked so peaceful, as if she were only sleeping.
Dean made that observation as he entered the operating room with Cassie.
He had only known his daughter for half an hour, and already she was gone. He felt jealous of Cassie that she knew her better.
Cassie took her daughter's lifeless hand, and kissed it gently, tears falling onto her cold body.
"Goodbye my love," she sobbed.
Dean squeezed her shoulder, tears still sliding down his cheek.
He smoothed the dark blonde hair away from her face and gently kissed Katie's forehead.
"I love you little one," he said softly.
This was one broken heart he didn't think would heal again…
FIN
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