Fire meets Gasoline
Sitting on the now worn and used couch with a glass of liquor in his hand there was Dean, a contemplative gaze on his face.
After months of research and failed attempts they were finally able to retrieve Sam's soul, or, if one wanted to be more correct, Death was able to retrieve it.
Sam had awakened a few hours earlier, without any signs of brain damage and now he was sleeping. Dean couldn't be more relieved to have finally managed to get his brother back.
After everything that happened with Lisa, he was happy to be able to say again that he had a family.
Trying to get these thoughts out of his head he rose from the couch to fill his glass with some more liquor when one of his phones, the one he kept in his jeans' pocket and that he considered his personal phone, rang.
He looked at the number and not having recognized it he replied cautiously.
''Yes?''
''Hello, am I talking to Dean Winchester?'' asked a shrill and feminine voice.
''Who wants to know?'' he demanded, laying the glass on the desk.
''Bonnie Kimberley, attorney advocate in Las Vegas, Nevada.''
Dean was puzzled, by what he knew he had not caused any trouble in Vegas, or at least not recently, rather it had been years since the last time he went to Las Vegas.
''How can I help you?'' he asked, leaning back into the couch and crossing a leg over the other.
''I'm contacting you on behalf of my client, Maria Soledad Sanchia Travieso, in regards to the custody of Guadalupe Maria Rosalia Travieso, who, standing by what my client claims, is your daughter.''
What? Maybe he misunderstood, with his heart that had sunken to his stomach Dean asked the woman if she could repeat what she had just said.
There was a brief pause from her side, followed by an impatient sigh, then; ''Of course, you see, I'm calling because my client, Maria, is not currently able to look after her daughter, and that's why she asked me to contact you as she declares that you are the child's father.''
Dean couldn't speak a word, he wanted to ask questions, ask the woman what the heck she was talking about but it felt like his mouth was dry, his tongue numb and the words seemed to not be able to come out of.
There was another uncomfortable pause.
''Judging from your reaction I assume that you did not know anything of this whole ordeal- a little detail that my client seems to have forgotten to mention-'' and here the woman sighed again ' you see, before proceeding in any direction we need to be sure that what my client states is true and that you are indeed the girl's father. That is why I contacted you, I need you to submit a blood sample so that we can perform a paternity test.''
''Mr. Winchester, are you still with me? Have you understood my words?'' the woman asked with an impatient and annoyed tone.
"Dean nodded slowly, then he remembered that he was on the phone and answered with an almost inaudible 'yes'.
''Well, then submit a blood sample to a certified clinic as soon as possible, and let me know the name of the clinic, the State, and County so that I can get in touch with them.''
His vocal cords seemed to have finally found the strength ''All right, I-I'll do it.''
The woman, however, did not seem pleased by his words or even the tone of his voice: ''All right, then send me the information as soon as possible. Goodbye.'' And with that, the phone call ended.
Dean just laid there on the couch, groggy and confused, the phone still to his ear and a distracted expression on his face.
He couldn't believe he just had that conversation; if it weren't for the new contact in his phone, Bonnie Kimberley, he would think the whole thing a product of his imagination.
Maybe his unconscious was trying to compensate for the pain caused by Lisa's rejection, the mind was, after all, a tricky thing.
Now, getting to the matter at hand.
Maria, he tried to remember of a Maria that he had met in Las Vegas but all that came to his mind were dark curls and the Empire State Building.
The only Maria he recalled of was one he had met in New York City, during the first months of 2001.
He remained there, sitting on the couch, motionless and expressionless for a little bit in an effort to remember more about her, what she looked like, if they had used protections, why was it that she could no longer care for her daughter, why drag him into this mess, and above all, what on earth would he do if the kid turned out to be his?
Getting up from the couch and putting his jacket on he walked out of the house, got into the Impala and headed straight for the nearest clinic.
Author Notes:
So, this is my first fanfiction, I've only recently started watching Supernatural and I fell in love with the story and characters, then while listening to Fire meet gasoline by Sia this crazy little idea came to me. I'm a big fan of self insert ocs and I haven't been able to find many in this fandom so I decided to give this a try. Another important thing is that English is not my first language, it is, in fact, my third, so I apologize for any mistakes that you might find and also feel free to point them out to me. Hope you liked it and let me know what you think.