CHapter 1
I was standing outside of my biological father's house, hesitating with my hand above the door, wanting to knock, wanting to see this man who is my father. I almost turned and ran, but I had to know. Why had this man given me up? Was he just one of those ass holes who used women? Had he dumped my mother when she found out she was pregnant with me? I stared out at his garage, all the useless,rusted out cars needing repairs. Turning ,and without hesitation, knocked on his door.
" I got it Bobby!" Called a voice, masculine, strong. Ohgodohgodohgod
A good-looking man opened the door saying " How can I help you?"
I just ogled. I couldn't help it. Standing in front of me stood a very handsome man. He was about 6'2" , seemed about 26 ,with a strong jawline, broad shoulders, short chopped hair, very military style. His eyes a green hazel-ish color. He stood with the devil may care style, kinda like a plaid wearing Han Solo.
" You ok? How can I help you?" This gorgeous man asked again, looking at me like I was nuts. His voice hinting at laughter
" Hi, sorry. I'm looking for a John Winchester? " I looked at him with nice, sad puppy dog eyes, hoping for a little bit of kindness.
He became guarded.
"What business do you have with him?" His eyes flashed dangerously, glinting flint steel of anger. Oh crap.
Standing my ground, even though every fiber of being was telling me to turn tail and use my "special" abilities to disappear, I glared back " Its none of your business. Tell me where he is." I threw in a finger, pointing toward his admittedly very muscular chest.
"Why would I do that? Maybe he doesn't want to see annoying little girls. Where's your doll? " Oh he wanted to play that game. Bring big guy. I was 18, legally an adult.
" I'm not a little girl, thank you very fucking much. I'm 18 ,asshole, and looking for my biological father. That man happens to be a mister John Winchester. So either you help me out or I will make your life a living hell." Check-Mate, asshole.
" Who's there, Dean?" A new voice joins this match of words, this battle of wits going on between me and this jack-hat. A lot older than me and this guy, this asshole Dean.
" Just a girl, claiming John is her father." Dean calls behind him. Anger creeps into his tone.
" Let her in then, its cold outside. Don't be rude." The voice yells back, sounding friendly, if a bit gruff. Like a stern grandpa
Dean glares at me, trying to decide wither to obey the command given to him or to slam the door in my face and worry about me later on. Finally, with a sigh of annoyance, he stepped aside, allowing me to enter the residence. He seemed so annoyed , so with a little huff, I entered the house, making sure to swish my head and hit him with my scarf that was around my neck.