Some Character notes: I imagine that Tommy looks like Chase Crawford. Samantha probably looks Sarah Roemer from Disturbia and Fired Up.
Summary: Dean's 16 year old daughter gets ready to go on her first date.
There's a Reason I Gave You a Knife for Your Birthday
"Samantha Jo?" She could hear her dad yelling up the stairs. She rolled her eyes at the tone, part annoyance, part 'your father is getting ready to embarrass the crap out of you'. "Sam, there is a boy outside and he seems to be waiting for you in the driveway."
"I know, Dad. I'm almost ready." She yelled back. Tommy had text her about five minutes ago that he was outside. She had given him specific instructions to NOT, for any reason, come to the door.
"Don't think you're leaving this house until I meet him. Might as well call him and let him know he needs to come inside. Me and your Uncle Sam are very excited to meet him." She could almost hear the smirk.
"Daaddd, come on." She whined. He poked his head in her room. She heard him gasp. She turned around to look at him. Her father was one of the strongest, bravest men she knew, but he had tears in his eyes.
Dean looked at his daughter. It seemed like yesterday he was bringing her home from the hospital, all wrapped in pink blankets. The moment had been bittersweet. Her mother hadn't made it, but Samantha looked every bit Jo Harvelle's daughter. Her long blonde hair had a slight wave in it. The way she carried herself reminded him of Jo. The only thing she had gotten from him was his jade green eyes.
"You look beautiful." He almost whispered.
She smiled up at him, a smile that almost broke his heart, her mother's smile. "I better. You spent a fortune on this dress." She laughed. His face turned into one of confusion, then a flash of regret, then finally settled on acceptance.
"I don't know how you convinced me to give you your own credit card."
"It's that Winchester charm, daddio." She smirked.
"Don't you think you're a little dressed up for dinner?" He asked, noticing the navy blue, Johnny collar dress she was wearing with a red beaded necklace, red bracelet, and red patent leather wedges.
"No. He's taking me to Maggiano's."
"Isn't that in Houston?" He shot her a worried look.
"Yeah. But, it's amazing."
"Why don't you guys go out to eat somewhere here in Kingwood?" His eyes pleaded with her.
"We already have reservations."
He pouted. "Well, if you have reservations, you better tell him to get his butt in here." She rolled her eyes, but text Tommy anyway. She heard his car door shut and braced her self for the embarrassment that would follow.
The door bell rang and before her father or uncle could answer, Sam ran downstairs.
"Hey." She smiled at the handsome blue eyed boy in front of her. He was tall and athletic, and perfect.
"Hey." His voice was smooth, but she could tell he was nervous. Her dad and uncle could be very intimidating. She felt a hand plop down on her shoulder.
"Samantha Jo, don't be rude. Come on in, son." Dean said. She growled. They all took a seat in the living room, and Sam almost died of embarrassment when she walked in, seeing over fifteen guns lying about. "So, Thomas, tell me a little bit about yourself."
Her uncle just stood off to the side, wearing his most intimidating glare. He was 6'4 and towered over almost everyone. They way he was standing, with his arms folded over his chest, made him look like a body guard. Dean, on the other hand, looked very relaxed. Almost like he knew something Samantha and Tommy didn't.
"Well, sir, I am a senior at Kingwood High. I play football. And I'm going to be playing for UT next year, quarterback. I got a full ride." He smiled as he said it.
"Really? You know, I'm a Tech fan, myself." Her father said, causing Samantha to roll her eyes. He didn't even watch college sports. She heard her uncle snort.
"That was really attractive, Uncle Sam." She glared at him.
"Well, I guess you two had better be on her way." Dean said, standing up. "Wouldn't want you to miss your reservations. Besides, it's going to take me forever to clean all of my guns. I mean, there's got to be at least ten of them and that's not even counting the pistols."
"Dad." Samantha whispered harshly. It was a good thing they lived in Texas where it wasn't unusual to see a man with an arsenal, but Samantha couldn't help but to be embarrassed. Dean just shrugged. "I'll be home by midnight."
"Make it ten." He father stated. Samantha responded by glaring at him. "By the way, son, if there is one hair out of place on my little girl's head, I won't hesitate to shoot."
Samantha smacked her father in the stomach, and ushered a shell shocked Tommy towards the door. Tommy walked outside, and Samantha was close on his heels before she felt a hand wrap around her wrist and her fathers tear filled eyes met hers.
"You have your birthday present?" He asked, seriously.
"Yeah, dad. I'm not stupid." She grinned and lifted her dress just enough to reveal the knife holster around her thigh that held the iron knife engraved with the initials WAH.
"Be careful. There's a reason I gave you a knife for your birthday." She nodded and kissed his cheek, then her uncle's cheek.
"Love you guys." She waved, and walked out to Tommy's truck.
"Dude, I really don't like this." Dean stated, looking at his little brother.
"Me either, man. He seems like a good kid, but I have an intense urge to beat the shit out of him."
"I should have had an ugly kid." Dean shook his head.
