Chapter 1: is this a trap.


disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of their characters. However, I do own viola ebony and ferry Anders baker. the story is set in season 8 and takes place in an alternate universe so there are no trials and demon tablets. although, viola has her own story arch.

A.N: this is my very first story and I don't exactly know how to go about it so all reviews and criticism are appreciated.

the chapter has been updated, in an attempt to remove some of the typos, the story has not been altered.


May 2012

Viola shakily held her phone in her hand and debated on whether she should make the call or not. After years of searching and literally begging her mother for details on her father, viola finally discovered who her father was. All her life the subject of her father was a sensitive topic to pick up with her mother, whenever viola asked her mother about her father she would get turned down with a curt reply from her mother, usually along the lines of "His name is Dean Winchester. He's a good man. That's all you need to know." Viola always wondered who her father was. She had a million questions about him.

"Who is he?" "What is he like?" "Does he know I exist?" "Where is he?" "What is his name?" "Why did he leave us?" "Did I do something wrong?" "Did he leave because he hates me?" "Why isn't he with us?"

All questions that nagged at her while she lay in bed at night, all of which she had voiced to her mom at some point in her life. All she wanted was to know her dad and her mother always gave her vague replies and told her to quit asking.

She glanced at the number scribbled on the paper in her left hand and took a deep breath before determinedly typing in the number on her cell and putting the phone to her ear. She waited patiently half hoping he would pick up and half hoping that he wouldn't. She didn't know what she was going to say if he picked up but she didn't want to go another day without finding him either. So when the call went to voicemail and no one picked up she was both disappointed and relieved but more disappointed than relieved. She let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding and hung up. Tears filled her eyes as she realized that she had no one left for her to call family, but her stepdad and they weren't exactly fond of each other. She lost her mother in a freak accident and she was forced to live with her stepdad. She called the number every day in hopes that someday the call will be answered and when it does she will find her father. But every time she hung up after she heard her father's voice say "this is dean's other, other cell, so you must know what to do."


October 2012

Dean and Cas were back from purgatory. Sam found a way to get in and out of purgatory to save his brother and Cas, but that was after endless hours of research and dealing with Crowley. But six months later he finally had them back.

They were at Rufus' cabin celebrating their escape from purgatory with beers and takeout food when dean's phone rang. He looked at the number and his eyes narrowed; he had never seen the number before and was contemplating whether he should pick it up or not. Sam and Cas looked up at Dean.

Dean placed his beer on the table and picked up the call and let out a short breath before saying "yeah!" into the phone. He furrowed his eyebrows further when there was no reply from the caller. He listened carefully trying to pick up on any kind of sound from the other end. He heard erratic breathing and a low whimper. He could tell by the breathing that the person on the other end was trying to calm down but before he could say anything he heard a beep and the call was disconnected.

Dean looked at his phone curiously trying to figure out what had happened when Sam interrupted

"Who was that?" Dean looked up at Sam.

"I don't know," dean said as he looked back down at his phone and went through his caller list. He noticed that he had a ton of missed calls from the same number. He went through his caller list and narrowed his eyes again before he could say anything his phone rang again. Seeing the same number on his screen dean picked up immediately.

"Hello, who is this?" dean said into his phone. He could hear the same erratic shallow breathing. Dean could tell that something was wrong and seeing how this number tried to contact him so desperately he patiently asked again

"Who is this? How did you get my number?" after this he heard the person on the other end take in a deep breath and heard the words

"You can do this." A low feminine voice came through the speaker although it sounded like it came from a little afar.

"You can do what?" dean asked in a low authoritative voice. He heard the girl take in a breath again and just as he was about to say something the girl just blurted out

"I think you are my dad." She sounded very unsure of herself.

"What?" dean asked into the phone, now a little confused at what was going on.

"I'm sorry, that wasn't meant to come out that way" she said quickly. Dean was silent he was getting a little angry now. He thought some kid was trying to get a kick out of him. He was going to yell her but she continued.

"Is this Dean Winchester?" she asked. He could tell from the quiver in her voice that she was on the verge of crying.

"Yes, this is he. How did you get this number? And how do you know my name?" he asked clearly not remembering giving out this information to a child. But he continued with a calmer tone, so as not to startle the girl, whom he could tell was fighting back tears.

"I got the number from my mother's phone" she replied not knowing how to proceed. Seeing as she wasn't going to elaborate dean continued

"Where is your mother? Can you put her on the phone please?" dean asked as calmly as he could. He could tell from her voice that she was on the verge of breaking down and he was worried that something supernatural might have happened to her or her family.

"She passed away six months ago" she said. Dean didn't know how to continue seeing as the girl was upset and believed that he was her father so he tried to get out more information from her. But before he could ask her for her name, the girl seemed to have calmed down a bit. She took a deep breath and just blurted out

"My mom's name is Ferry Anders Baker. She died six months ago in a freak accident, at least that's what people call it and I've been looking for you ever since. My mom said that my dad's name is Dean Winchester. I tried looking for you and the first thing I found was this number on my mom's cell under that name. Do you remember my mother?" she asked as she let out a huge breath like she lifted a huge weight off her chest. The last question came with a hint of hope in her voice.

Dean tuned out after he heard the name Ferry Anders Baker. He was shocked and only partially heard what she had to say he was silent for a bit thinking back to when he last met Ferry then it hit him.

"But that was almost 13 years ago," he said with a little hint of surprise in his voice.

"I'll be 13 this December," she said. Dean could feel the uncertainty in her voice like she was second-guessing herself. He quickly did some math on his fingers to count back nine months from December. The gears were turning in his head and he was realizing that either this was a trap and some supernatural being was playing him or he might have actually fathered a daughter. He thought the former was more likely than the latter so he decided to check it out.

"What's your name kid?" he asked as he grabbed a pen and a paper.

"Viola Baker," she said.

"Where do you live viola?" He asked as he jotted down the name.

"…Springfield, Illinois" she gave him his address. He scribbled it onto the sheet.

"Okay viola" he said as calmly as possible "I am about a day and a half's drive away from you. I'll drive down and we can sort this out okay?" he said with a calm reassuring tone.

"Mhmm… are you my father?" she asked again with a little hope. Dean didn't know how to answer that. He didn't know if it was his daughter, something supernatural or just all a big misunderstanding. All he knew was that he and Ferry were once in a relationship when he was 20 years old and he, in fact, did like her a lot but his job kept him from pursuing the relationship. So he simply said

"That's exactly what I'm coming to find out. I and your mother were a thing back in the spring of 1999 sometime in April" he said trying to comfort the kid a little seeing as how she just might be his daughter.

"I'll see you soon kid. Call me if something comes up" he said not knowing what else to say.

"Okay. Thanks a lot." She said in a whisper and quickly hung up.


Viola was back home after a tiring school day. After her mother's death, she had a small routine in the evenings. She usually comes home to an empty house, it's very rare that her stepdad would be home at this time. She was actually very grateful for that.

She had witnessed her mom's death and she knew for a fact that it was not a normal accident but no one believed a word she said. She always felt like something was watching her, following her around and she never felt safe. Her stepdad wouldn't listen to a word she said. Told her she had a wild imagination, and when she insisted that she was telling the truth he would lose his temper at her. He was a short-tempered man and she had learned the hard way, not to take any of her problems to him. She was scared and lonely and all that kept her going was the fact that someday she will find her father and everything will change.

So she tried to find him, every day after she was done with homework she would pull out her phone and make the call, to the number she now knew by heart. She would wait and hope that maybe today he would pick up, but every day for the past 6 months she hung up after hearing an all too familiar recording that said "this is dean's other, other cell, so you must know what to do." She was strong-willed and determined to find her dad, but she slowly lost hope and she was a little angry at herself for not trying harder, at her mom for not telling her more about her dad and a little mad at her dad for not picking up.

So suddenly today when Dean picked up, it took her by surprise. Her eyes welled up and she couldn't speak through the lump in her throat. She didn't know what to say or do, she heard the voice coming from the cell, it sounded so much like the recording, for a second she didn't believe that he actually picked up so she froze and when she realized what had happened almost acting on a reflex she hung up.

She kicked herself for hanging up after all this was the closest she had ever come to finding out about her father so she quickly called him back. This time he picked up almost instantly and she froze again, but the urge to know the truth was stronger so she tried her best to calm down and instead of the methodical conversation she had planned out in her head ever since she was a kid she simply blurted out "I think you are my dad" instead of answering his questions. She then blushed and her heart skipped a beat when he almost yelled "what?" through the phone. She thought he wouldn't believe her just like everyone else. She quickly gave an apology and tired her best to keep from bursting into tears. She knew that crying was not going to help her. Her head was racing with a million thoughts a minute all her insecurities and self-doubt came back to her in a rush. She couldn't get out any of the words she was thinking. She simply answered questions as he threw them at her and tried her best to collect her thoughts. She collected herself and tried to calm down, then scared that he might hang up on her she blurted out what she thought will make him believe her. She felt a little relief after that but then her mind kept going back to what if's?

What if he doesn't believe me? What if he denies knowing her mother? What if he isn't her father at all?

Her mind kept racing as he asked her a few more questions and she answered them, all the while holding back tears. she felt really stupid for doing this but when he said he was coming to meet her, when he said he remembered her mother, when his timeline somehow matched hers and just something about his voice, was calming and she held on to her hope and just as the conversation came to an end she heard her stepdad walk through the door and she whispered her last words for she didn't want him to know that she may have found her dad.

She turned around to see her stepdad standing at her door she immediately felt a wave of fear and she held her breath for a second. He smiled at her and walked into the room. She looked down at her feet and wondered if he knew about her conversation. She didn't want him to know. She didn't want him to somehow stop her from finally meeting Dean Winchester, whom she believed was her father. So she put on an emotionless face, she fought the rush of emotions she felt all at once after her conversation with dean. She knew all too well that if her stepdad found out he might stop her from meeting him, she looked up at him her green eyes meeting his brown ones. He gave her a small grin. She stood there hoping he didn't hear anything.

A.N : I have already started off the next chapter and will be posting it next week.