Hey there! Welcome to my story, "Daddy Issues." No, this will not involve sin. It will be about a certain someone coming back from the dead after 11 long years ;)
Also, I apologize greatly if there is grammatical errors and incorrect spelling, I know there is a couple. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this fic! If you have any questions about it, just ask!
CHAPTER 1
Three men sat in silence, the only noise being their heavy breathing and the car doors all rhythmically slamming shut as they entered the old vehicle.
"So…" A gruff voice came from the male in the front, cutting through the silence that momentarily fell over them. "I guess it wasn't a vamp?"
"Seriously?" The one sitting beside him scoffed as a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Wow, Dean."
Dean snickered as he quickly turned his head, looking at the figure in the back. Castiel sat there, drenched from head to toe in water. Bits of hair hung in front of his face, covering his disappointed eyes as he shot Dean a playful glare.
"I still can't believe you- the great angel of the lord who can wipe out universes with the snap of his fingers- tripped over your trenchcoat and fell into the lake." The elder hunter laughed as he started the car, smiling contently as the engine purred.
"Let's just get back to the bunker," the angel grumbled. "I need to change." He crossed his arms childishly as he suppressed a smile. "And I can't destroy universes," he added. "Only worlds."
Dean smiled and chuckled in response, rolling his eyes and pressing his foot against the pedal, flinching as it made a slight screeching noise.
Soon, the car began driving down the road, leaving the bloody mess of dead people, ghouls and creepy abandoned orphanages, behind it.
A bright light shone through the thick forest of trees, putting a practical spotlight on the lone car traveling down the road. Silence loomed in the air, all except for the roaring engine of the Impala.
"Dude, no. We are not listening to friggin' Elvis." Dean snapped as he gave his brother and best friend a look. The music blasted loudly, constantly switching between "Can't Help Falling in Love" and "Stairway to Heaven."
"Come on, Dean! Elvis is a national idol!" Sam argued and he desperately shoved Dean's bruised fingers away from the radio switch. "And this song is great, don't you agree, Cas?" Sam huffed. Both men turned to look at Castiel, who was gazing out the window at the stars, in a strange trance. For some odd reason, he seemed awestruck.
"Cas." Dean said firmly, finally gaining the angel's attention. "So? Elvis or Led Zeppelin?" He looked directly into the sky blue eyes of his friend, mouthing the words 'Led Zeppelin' to him. Cas blinked and shook his head before slowly speaking,
"I do not have any preference, Dean. If I did have to choose a song, though, I would say…" He paused, thinking for a moment. "Angel of Death."
Sam and Dean fell silent, shock spreading across their face. Angel of Death? Like, the heavy metal song? Their innocent friend- who was literally an angel- listened to heavy metal?
"Like… by Slayer?" Sam said, dumbfounded. Cas nodded with a proud little smile as they all burst into laughter. Neither of them noticed that the music had shut off during their conversation.
"Hey, Cas?" Dean spoke up, still chuckling hysterically. Dean actually had to cover his mouth to quiet down his laughter.
"Yes, Dean?" Cas replied, his head tilting to the side as he gave Dean a sheepish smile, placing his hands on his lap.
"You are full of surprises, man." Dean smirked as he quickly turned back, his gaze switching to the empty road ahead of him. Sam's laughter had died down as well. The younger hunter reached over to a bag by Castiel's feet and opened it, taking out a banana. Castiel's eyes followed the fruit as he quickly reached into the bag as well and pulled out an apple. Despite Dean's protests of no healthy food in the car, both sniggered and ate silently.
Minutes passed in the quiet that seemed to keep reapearring. Castiel was the one who often broke the silence to shift between seats or move around a bit. Sam also joined in as well, humming a soft tune to replace the music they had decided not to play anymore.
As Dean spun around to speak to Cas, he was cut off by a firm grasp on his shoulder and the panicked scream of Sam saying, "Watch the road!" In response, Dean slammed his foot on the brakes, wincing as a high pitched screeching filled their ears. The car had almost come to a complete stop when there was a thud.
The three's eyes widened as they looked out the front window, only to spot a body sprawled out on the ground a couple feet away from the front of the car.
"Oh, my God!" Sam gasped, receiving a glare from Cass. They all stumbled out of the car, running to the person. Sam, having longer legs than the other two, arrived first, and bent down beside the person. He examined them for a second.
By their body structure, Sam could guess they were a male. The guy had short, black hair with a few strands of brown and gray poking out. He also appeared to have a beard, but it was difficult to tell since the man was lying on his stomach. He had pale skin that covered in smeared mud, dirt and blood. Cuts and bruises also seemed to be covering him from head to toe. The man wore a beige shirt, which was being covered by a dark brown jacket; he also wore grey jeans and loafers that were covered in dried clay.
"Are they dead?" Dean huffed as he crouched down beside Sam. There was no response. He raised an eyebrow, looking over to his sibling, only to see his jaw opened in shock. He lightly smacked him on the elbow. "Sammy?"
Sam looked up, his eyes brimmed with tears as he took a deep breath in. He was upset and distressed about something that Dean could not quite figure out.
"Dude I-" Sam inhaled again, trying to search for the correct words. "I think.." He put his hand on the shoulder of the unconscious man. He quickly flipped the person onto their back.
Everyone fell silent. Dean had frozen to the ground and Sam was just in shock. Cas seemed completely unaffected by this, studying the man's facial features. He seemed… familiar? That's when it hit him.
This was him. This was the man he had heard so many terrible stories about. This was the man who had given up his life for his beloved son.
This man, was John freaking Winchester.