The Sun Will Come Out
I was tired. I was tired of moving from foster home to foster home and no one caring that I wasn't happy. I wasn't getting adopted, no one wanted me, I wasn't a cute new born, I was a big eyed, freckled mess. My dirty blonde hair and attitude didn't appeal to anyone, my awkward lengthy arms and legs made people cringe when I walked their way.
All the other teens avoided me like I was the bubonic plague, which meant I was alone most of the time, so my social skills sucked. It was my 16th birthday when I had enough. So I looked at my options and only one stood out, emancipation.
My plan would have worked out perfectly, if only the judge agreed with me, which he didn't, in ordered to get emancipated, because of my background I would need both of my birth parents signatures.
My only lead was my birth father's name scrawled on a faded paper Meg, my social worker, found.
Dean Winchester.
"Madeleine, you ready!" Meg yells as I race down the stairs to greet her. She agreed to take me to go meet my biological father and get his signature. I wasn't really looking forward to the 4 hour flight, I had a slight fear of flying, and I love the sunny California weather.
The car ride to the air port is silent and so was the flight, the need to ask questions was strong, but something about Meg's piercing black gaze made me keep my mouth shut. So I sit there biting my nails and staring at the landscape as we passed.
"This silence is killing me," Meg finally yells 2 hours into the flight, I was shaking so bad I haven't even noticed she was awake. "Come on Madeleine, talk to me," she practically begged, I blurt out the question that nagged at me, "Have you ever been to Sioux Falls?" she stares at me for a while then answers.
"Yah"
"Is it nice?"
"Sure"
"You don't seem like you actually like it", I state after asking her a few more questions, I look at her and she her looking at the seat in front of her, she also chewed on her lip. " I lived there for a while," she answers, then adds, "I never thought I would go back, never thought I would be asked to go back, but you need help and I enjoy helping the needy," the second part of her answered sounded rehearsed, and just like that her shield was back up.
Meg slept for the rest of the flight, so I started to look at the things she found about Dean. He was staying at a motel just on the outskirts of Sioux Falls, apparently he moves around a lot, never in one place too long, but lately, according to Meg's notes he's been staying at this motel for while and doesn't seem like he's moving any time soon. Listening to Meg's soft snores I wondered if Dean would like me, if I looked like him more or my unidentified mother. I wondered if he loved me and wanted me to have a better life or if he just didn't want me at all. I mean no one ever did so why would he?
It was a short hot drive to the motel, my bare legs were stuck to the ugly taxi leather seats, and my back was drenched in sweat. "No wonder I left" Meg mutters fanning herself with her hand, she then hands the driver money as we come to a stop. We both evacuate the car quickly.
The motel was an ugly faded blue color; the lot only had 3 cars in it besides the descending yellow taxi, a broken down, rusty, yellow truck, a hot pink buggy, and a shiny impala. We quickly head to the lobby, the AC makes me shiver as we enter, I stand by the door while Meg asks which room Dean is in.
I tapped my foot impatiently as the grimy manager types away on his computer. He finally hands Meg the room number with a look that sends a shiver down my spine. "Have a good day ladies!" he yells as we stumble out the door.
"He was undressing me with his eyes!" Meg squeaks out, and shudders. I ignore her and grab the paper in her hands: ROOM 411 was written on it, and I run to the room with Meg trailing behind me.
As I reached the door I felt a bubble of doubt and regret, "What if he hates me?" I say quietly to the ugly faded door.
"I don't think hating you is possible" Meg says softly, and knocks on the door for me.
The door opens to reveal a handsome dirty blonde and green eyed man.
"Are you Dean Winchester?" I manage to say after a quick jab from Meg, "Who wants to know," he says his voice is deep and gruff.
"I'm your daughter, Madeleine".