Hey all! I feel like this story is being taken well. So, yeah. Leave a review if you have a question or like what you see! I think from now on I'm going to try and mostly keep up with Oona, and only flip to Dean's when necessary for the plot (i.e. Kidnappings, Demonic possession, etc) or when I think I should show his reactions and emotions to a certain situation. The only two PoVs in this should be Oona and Dean's. Also, just to clarify, Thanks and Enjoy.

Oon'a PoV

I didn't remember falling asleep, but I had very weird dreams about what my dad looked like and sounded like. Mom always said I took after him slightly. My dirty blonde hair and green eyes apparently came from him, and my stubborn attitude. He was kind of funny looking in my dreams. He was very tall and broad shouldered. He had dark hair that went to his shoulders that looked like it tickled his neck as he turned his head to look at me. He looked directly at me in confusion and frowned, calling out to me. He asked who I was, but I couldn't respond. As he came closer to me, I felt dwarfed by him and noticed that he had a bright white suit on that was clean and smooth. As I continued to attempt to introduce myself, I could see him growing frustrated. He began to shout at me to answer him. He slammed the wall that suddenly appeared behind me, and yelled louder and louder. He shook me, screaming at me to answer him. I flinched away as he grabbed my arms and threw me to the ground. He was surrounded by fire that reminded me of what I imagined hell to look like. His face looked like it was beginning to peel. He was angry, furious that I wouldn't answer him. I began to scream in fear of him.

I sat straight up as I woke up in a strange place. I looked wildly around to see that I was in the interrogation room again. My body was drenched in sweat and I felt like I had to gasp for air. I couldn't fill my lungs full enough or fast enough. The room was spinning, and I thought that I would either throw up or faint from the motion. As I finally reoriented myself I noticed that I was covered by a trench coat and I had Officer Everheart's jacket balled up under my head. I gasped and stood with a start as I saw a man staring at me in the corner. My head ached, but I tried not to let my discomfort show.

"Who are you?" I questioned quietly.

He replied in a deep voice, "I'm a coworker of your father's. I'm here to warn you not to go with him."

I stared at him questioningly and he just squinted and stared back. I felt exposed and I tried to cross my arms over my body. The man had dark hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a business suit with a blue tie. He walked over and picked up the trench coat, which I presumed was his by the way he comfortably put it back on. I shook my head as I stared at him, about to reply when there was the distant sound of flapping, and the man was gone. I stared in awe at where the man stood. He had just disappeared in front of me, and I didn't really know how to react. Who was he, and why was he so interested in me not going with my father?

"Oona, your father should be here in about twenty minutes. Do you want me to call you out to meet him as soon as he gets here?" I heard one of the younger officers ask as she opened the door.

I turned and nodded. For some reason I couldn't explain, I suddenly felt very shy and awkward. I shifted uncomfortably as we both stood in silence, and eventually she nodded, leaving me alone again. As I paced around the room, unable to fall asleep, I checked my watch. It was a quarter till seven in the morning, and my father was driving all the way here just for me. What was he, crazy?

Dean's PoV

Sam finally spoke up about ten minutes outside of Clive. "Why do you care so much about this kid? What do you think we're going to do with her?" He demanded.

I responded the same way as last time, "I guess we could take her to Bobby. I don't think he would mind, and his isn't on the move as much as-"

"Dean! This is a living breathing being. She has conscious thoughts and needs to feel needed and wanted. We can't just dump her off in a strange place with somebody she doesn't even know!" Sam snapped back.

I felt something inside me shatter as I realized what I was doing to some kid. I couldn't drop her off somewhere. Sam was right, I couldn't just leave her with Bobby. She was just a little girl, and here I was, going to pick her up and possibly fuck her life up even more.

I stuttered as I replied, "Then w-what am I going to do? I mean, what if she's not really my kid? What if it's a trap? Son of a bitch, what have I done? Sam, why did you let me do this?"

I felt doubt and self loathing wash over me as I considered what I was doing. This could be a trap. What came over me that I just blindly went wherever some random kid asked me to? She couldn't be my daughter, but I'd wanted it so badly in some sick, weird way that I let her convince me as much. As I came to the realization that I couldn't do this, I was already pulling into the police station.

I stared in pure horror at the front doors as two officers came out and I got out of the car. Sam and I both walked up and met the officers, and they asked if I was Oona's father. I nodded, though unconsciously, as I began to pull myself out of my own feelings of confusion and horror. A young woman in a police uniform escorted me into the building, telling me that I had to sign a bit of paperwork in order to legally become the parent of Oona.

"Sir, we would like you to take a paternity test as well, just to know for sure that you are her father," Said an officer name J. Everheart.

I nodded as I replied, "Okay. Yeah, I guess that would make sense."

I felt like I was dreaming. Nothing felt real anymore, and before I knew it, I heard that I was officially the biological father of Oona. Then a door opened to the room where they said Oona was waiting. As it opened I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of what I'd gotten myself into, but she was behind a female officer. I sighed, waiting to see her, and took a step foreword once I was prodded by Sam to do so.