Mirror of A Winchester
This is a Bella, Dean, Castiel Story. Bella is John's adoptive daughter. This is a Bella and Dean sibling story of how they grow up and take on the "Family Business". This is also a Bella/Castiel pairing. As always my stories are rated MATURE for a reason. This will contain humor, drama, horror, adventure, romance (later chapters), violence, bad language and sex. If you're sensitive to these things then back out now.
(I do not own Supernatural or Twilight if I did I'd try for world domination and such)
Intro:
"You didn't listen Dean! You never do! You knew damn well what to do!"
Dean looks to the floor. He's not the heart to look upon his father.
"This… this son is all on you!"
John sits back down and his right knee trembles unmercifully as they wait. Dean continues to look to the floor. A few moments later the doctor comes in shaking his head. John looks to him in disbelief already knowing. Dean hasn't looked up yet and is unaware until the sound of his father breaking down snaps him back to reality.
"No…"" John says running his hands upon his hair like a mad man pulling at it.
Dean closes his eyes. He wished it all away. Why wouldn't it just go away. He wanted to open his eyes and be back home; with his mother tucking him in and Sammy banging on his crib with his stuffed giraffe. His eyes flutter as he opens them but he didn't get his wish. Dean takes off running and he doesn't stop until he gets to the room where his brother was. He swings open the door violently.
"Hey kid!" A nearby doctor yells.
Dean ignores him and looks to see the nurses changing out the linen on the bed where his brother laid.
"Where is he?!"
"Who hun?" A plump red headed nurse asks.
"My brother!"
"Oh dear." She looks to the other nurse much younger than she.
"You poor thang." The brunette says in her southern accent covering her mouth after.
"Bring him back!"
A nurse starts to clear out Sammy's things and placing them into a plastic bag.
"No! Don't touch his things! He wouldn't like that! Those are his give them back!"
"Dean!" His father scolds coming up behind him.
Dean reaches out and yanks the bag away from the plump nurse. He shoves the younger one back. His father breaks her fall. He looks to Dean shamefully.
John sternly looks upon his son.
"He won't be needing them anymore."
Dean's bottom lip quivers as he stares upon his father.
"You're lying!"
John sighs, his eyes bloodshot and his nerves completely shot.
"Time to go son." He says not knowing what else to say or do.
"NO! No we can't leave him dad. He needs us!"
John picks Dean up flinging him over his shoulder.
"NO!" Dean kicks about.
"NO Sammmy!" He gasp to catch his breath between sobs.
"Sammy…" He says as his heart breaks and his father continues to carry him out of the ER.
Later…
"I don't know dad girls are weird."
"So are you son, but I manage to coup."
Dean frowns as John turns into the drive.
"Now remember son, she's just a girl and younger than you. She's been through a lot. She's also very shy so watch that tongue of yours.
"She just turned three right?" "Actually yes as of today in fact." John says somberly.
Dean nods as John opens the door. He notices all the cops and paramedics at the Swan's house.
"Um dad?"
John pauses and midstride but doesn't look back.
"Just keep close and follow my lead."
The entire house is taped off and they've to be escorted inside. Dean looks over to the playpen. There, he sees Bella and she's been crying. He leans over and picks her up. Dean hands her Sammy's old giraffe. Something John and Dean agreed to give her after losing Sam. He looks to his father confused.
"She's coming home with us boy. I'll go grab her things."
Dean brings her closer to him as her arms go about his neck.
"Dean's got ya. You're alright now." He whispers looking around.
He takes notice of the police officers scanning for fingerprints. John returns with a diaper bag and suitcase.
"Let's go."
Dean nods but not before he takes once last glance.
"Dad?" Dean says as he helps buckle Bella up in the car seat.
"Where's Charlie and Renee?"
He watches his father's expression in the rearview mirror.
"They're no longer around Dean."
"But…"
"It's just one of those things son. You know how our lives can be." He hints.
"Who's gonna take care of Bells?"
"We are son."
"But she's a girl and she's so…"
"So what son?"
"Little and a girl."
John chuckles a bit behind the sadness in his eyes.
"That's very true son."
Chapter 1 (Raising Bella)
"Um dad?"
John tiredly rises from his bed.
"What is it?"
"Bells wet the bed again!"
"Then clean it up."
"But dad!"
"Now Dean, I'll start her bath."
Dean picks Bella up and holds her far away from him. He wrinkles his nose. Bella starts to giggle and he smiles.
"Silly girl. Yeah, yeah I bet you did that on purpose. Didn't you squirt?"
She laughs again as John grabs her. John sits her down on the potty.
"Bad Bells! That's where we tee-tee! Not in the bed!" He scolds pointing at her.
Her tiny legs swing about the potty. John throws her pink pajama set in the dirty clothes bag. Dean hated when his father talked to Bella like that.
"Dad…"
"Shut your hole son."
John cups Bella's chin.
"No more. You're too old! It's the potty from now on!"
Bella lowers her head and starts to cry.
"Jackass…" Dean mutters under his breath.
"What's that?"
"Nothing…" Dean says as he scrubs the sheets.
"You had better watch that mouth boy or I'll bust your ass!"
Dean rolls his eyes as his father's phone rings.
"Watch her." He snaps as John places her in the tub and he rushes towards the phone.
Dean sits at the edge of the tub and hands Bella a blue rubber ducky. Her bottom lip still quivers and her arms are crossed about her chest as she pouts.
"I gotta go." John calls out slamming down the phone.
"You're kidding right?"
John smiles.
"She's all yours kid."
"Dad!" Dean calls out as his father grabs his jacket and heads out.
Dean watches wide eyed as John shuts the door behind him. He then looks back to Bella. Currently, she's empting the entire contents of their shampoo into the bath water.
"Bubbles." She giggles shaking the bottle.
"No Bells!" He yanks the bottle away from her and starts to rinse her off.
"This outta be interesting." He says with a rather angry tone.
He lifts her out of the tub and towels her off.
"You hungry Bells?"
She nods but looks upon the floor sadly.
"Hey now… What's wrong? " Dean asks as he places her arms in her yellow star printed shirt.
"I want my mommy."
Dean isn't sure what to say.
"I lost my family too Bells."
Her head lifts as she looks to him. He brushes her hair and sits the brush on the sink.
"My mom and little brother."
Bella reaches up for Dean. He picks her up and cradles her. Before long she's sawing logs. Dean scoots her off him and tucks her in. He kisses the top of her head and quietly turns out the lights.
"You're nine years old Dean figure it out!"
"But dad she won't stop crying and I don't know what to fix for her."
"I gotta go Dean."
"When will you be back?"
"Not sure son."
Dean starts to ask more questions. The line however goes dead.
"Dad?"
"Hey Dad!"
"Damn it!" He swears and slams down the phone.
"Stop it! Just Stop Crying will ya!"
This only makes the tears come down more. She kicks her feet at the table in her booster seat.
"SHUT UP!" He roars and flips one of the chairs over bitterly.
Bella jumps as it hits the floor. He sighs and picks up the chair. He reaches out to her but she recoils.
"Oh come on Bells. You know I'd never hurt you."
She nods but continues to sulk.
"See… How about we go play?"
He picks her up from the table and places her down. She goes right for his Impala matchbox car.
"No Bells! That's mine! You can't play with that. Now give it back!"
She frowns and cradles it close to her.
"Mine!" She fights back.
"No! IT! ISN'T!" Dean scolds and goes to retrieve it but she takes off running and hides under the bed.
"Isabella Marie Winchester you give that back NOW!"
"NO!" She yells and continues to pout.
"Look you can play with the fire truck but not with that car."
"NO!" She says hiding the car under her overalls as he peeks underneath the bed.
"I saw that!"
"Give me the damn car now will ya!"
"You say a bad word!"
"And?!"
She ignores him and takes the car back out. Bella starts to roll it around on the tan shagged carpet.
"Vrrr, Vrrrr, Vroom." Something about that causes Dean to smile.
Dean clears his throat sighing.
"OK look you can keep it but only if you promise not to cry anymore."
Bella grins ear to ear and hugs the car.
"Besides when I get older I'm gonna have a real one of those?"
"Me too?"
"Don't push your luck Bells."
"What do you mean you'll be another week and don't worry about the hotel bill?"
"I'm sorry son but I've got things I gotta take care of."
"Then who takes care of Bella?"
"You Dean."
"What?!"
"You can do it son. I believe in you."
"No dad you remember what happened!" He hints in a shouting matter.
"And you learned a lesson didn't you son? You won't let anyone come near Bella."
"Dad please you can't do this! You just can't! Please come back!"
"I'll see you soon Dean. Give Bells a hug for me."
"Are you insane!"
Once again the phone goes dead. It had been two years ago that Dean failed to keep Sammy safe. He knew what to do but he froze. He let that demon kill his baby brother and his mother. His father had set everything up perfectly all Dean had to do was listen. It was the perfect plan. He even knew how to fire the salt rock, he knew where the demon trap was to trick the demon. But at the sight of the yellow eyed monster Dean had froze. He'd never forgive himself. He also knew deep in his heart that neither would his father. He was mad at his father now! He hated him! Why after all that would he put Dean in charge of taking care of Bella? Dean felt leaving anything up to him was a mistake.
Dean turns to face his adopted sister. He thought to himself. He wasn't going to let anything hurt her. He stopped sulking and grabbed the salt and his father's glock. He wasn't going to sleep nor eat until he knew this hotel was demon proof and his baby sister was safe.