Ok, I'm having a total fangirl moment, cause apparently none other than Genevieve and Jared are expecting a little baby..I really hope it's true, if it is I'm so happy for them. Anyway, the support has been amazing and some have made suggestions that I will be incorporating. To Melanie1588, your idea with Bobby is a good one, and it was in my plan. Don't be shy if you want to see anything in the story, it will be amazing to have some fresh ideas from other people. I finished some parts of assignments that were due, so hopefully I will have some more time for my stories. I recently updated One Big Family as well. Cheerio everyone.
Standing outside the building, Dean had the sudden urge to jump in the car, drive away and never return. But it was a thought he quickly berated himself for having. This, his, little girl needed him and by God he was going to be there. Not that there was any other option. 'I'm sure this is how other fathers feel when they find out they have a child.' He murmured to himself.
Sam was beginning to think that Dean was deliberately holding back on entering the building as he was still in the same position, legs spaced apart staring at the main entrance doors. Still, if he was in his brother's position he'd probably be the same way. He still couldn't believe that Dean had a daughter. It was just too weird too think about, a man who ripped monsters apart for a living and shot dangerous guns on a regular basis, was now going to have to get used to a tiny living human. Though there was no doubt that he couldn't do it. After all Dean basically raised Sam from a baby upwards and, much to his chagrin, was still acting as a brother/father. He saw how Dean got on with children so naturally. 'He's gonna make an amazing father,' Sam though to himself.
Suddenly as if Dean had shook himself from his stupor, he was walking straight towards the doors disappearing before Sam had a chance to catch up with him. When he did reach the door he saw him standing at the reception talking to a young girl. If this was any other time, and was relating to a case, he most probably would be flirting with her but now he was looking at her with a face almost as if he was terrified. Sam's face crinkled, there wasn't a lot of times that he had seen Dean terrified. At this point he realised just how Dean was feeling, his own thoughts confirmed to what he had thought from the lame conversation they had last night. He walked over just as the young girl picked up the telephone and called, who he presumed, was the caseworker Jenny.
A few minutes later, a short brown haired woman dressed in a smart suit arrived holding a dark blue folder. 'Hi, I'm Jenny. You must be Dean.' She said in a slight southern accent. 'Yeah, uh, this is my brother Sam.' Dean said in a weak voice. He was starting to freak out inside. Soon he was gonna see the little girl; even have a name for her. 'Ok, now before I bring her to you, I'm gonna have to go through some questions.' Dean's face faltered at this, something Jenny didn't miss. 'Don't worry, it's just standard procedure. We need to know that you're capable of looking after her. Even though you're the biological father we still need to question you. So if you'd like to follow me.'
She walked down the narrow corridor and stopped outside the door of a small room. 'So, normally we just have the would-be parents in but if you feel it would be better to have your brother with you by all means go ahead.' Sam looked at Dean and could clearly see in his face that he wanted Sam with him. 'I think I'll go in with Dean.' Jenny smiled, 'Sure. Go on through.' Dean sat down at the chair closest to the desk, while Sam occupied one sat close to the door. 'Just in case he decides it's too much and tries to run,' he thought. Jenny sat down behind a desk; on top were numerous pictures of different children ranging from different ages. It was clear that she loved her job. It made Dean a tiny bit better knowing that wherever his daughter was she was being well looked after.
'Right, I'll just start of with, well, probably the most important question; are you both the occupants of a house?' Dean's face blanched but he quickly recovered, coughing inconspicuously 'What do mean?' Jenny quickly explained, 'Well obviously we need to make sure that wherever Grace goes she'll have a stable upbringing – a house, father with an income.'
But Dean and Sam were barely listening at that point. It was the first time they had heard the name of the baby. Grace. Grace Winchester. Dean decided he like it, it had a certain ring to it. A faint smirk arose on his face, his child was called Grace. Sam himself was having a similar experience. His niece's name was beautiful. 'Mr. Winchester, you ok?' Dean realised Jenny was still talking and he had completely blocked her out. 'Damn, I'm really not giving out a good impression.'
'Err, yeah, it's eh, the first time I heard her name. Just spaced out.' The caseworker looked extremely flustered at his. 'I am so sorry, I didn't tell you.' She looked down at her papers, her face a tad red with embarrassment. Lifting her head back up, she continued, 'Anyway, like I was saying do you have a stable home.' 'Crap,' thought Dean, 'How do I tell her no, I practically live in my car and, oh yeah, I hunt creatures from your worst nightmares.'
Next thing Dean knew Sam was talking, 'Yeah we do.' Dean looked over at him, his face saying everything; what the hell dude, he mouthed. Jenny didn't see this and said brightly, 'Oh you do, well give me your details,' 'Sam was going to screw them over,' Dean kept thinking. 'Trust him not to keep his mouth shut.' Actually we live with our uncle, Bobby Singer.' Sam answered. 'Ok,' Jenny replied as she wrote his name down. 'Why is that, if you don't mind me asking?'
Dean answered this time, 'Well our parents died when we were young and he was practically a father to us, so he took me and me brother in.'
'That's good, and I assume that you both have jobs, you have an income coming in.' she questioned. Sam and Dean nodded. 'That's great; I hope you don't mind these questions. Basically we have to make sure that you're not raving lunatics.' They both laughed weakly at this – was she being sarcastic or for real?
She stood up from behind the desk putting the files in a cabinet and turned round. 'You ready to meet your daughter now.' Was he ready? No but he was determined cause now wasn't the time for him to act like a wuss. He nodded solemnly. 'I almost forgot, mind like a sieve, you have baby supplies, right?' Both of them stared blankly at her. 'By the looks of your faces you don't. That's all right, I already have one made up but don't forget the crib and everything.' She then handed him a card. 'This is the date of the next meeting. I'll be over to your house to make sure you're all settled in.' Again Dean nodded, it seemed he couldn't speak now at all, then he and his brother were following Jenny down the corridor.
They could hear the cries of other babies and damn if it didn't make their hearts constrict. 'Again I ask if you wanna come in alone or take Sam with you.' This time Sam declined, he wanted Dean to have that one special moment with his daughter alone. Anyway they had a lifetime with her afterwards providing the Winchester Curse wasn't going to strike again. He clapped Dean on the shoulder and gave him a supportive smile, his brother then walking through the door.
As soon as Dean entered the room, that unique smell of baby filled his nostrils. Strangely it smelt like home – home before his mum died. When Sam was just a baby himself and the first time that Dean got to hold him. The room was a dusty pink – clearly a girl's room and in the middle with a little mobile attached to it lay a brown wooden crib. He stopped for a moment, almost too afraid to continue but he gathered his courage and kept walking. In the middle laying on her back, her wrists curled in fists beside her head lay his daughter.
'She's mine,' his first thoughts. She was so beautiful was his next. Dean never thought he would ever be able to love something so much just seconds after meeting, apart from Sam. He gingerly rested his hand on her chest watching it move up and down with her every breath. His hand then moved up to cup her small head. God she was so tiny he though. Then, almost as if she knew her father was near, she began to wake up. Dean panicked momentarily throwing his hand back to his side. Grace's head slowly turned to the side and opened her eyes. Hazel Green. At this moment there was no denying it was his daughter. She was the spitting image of him, her eyes, her nose; she even had the same colour of hair.
Grace stared up at him before she cooed as she raised her hands in the air, wanting him to hold her. He reached for her gently, cradling her head against his shoulder and she relaxed into his body, cooing once more as if saying hello. Dean felt tears pricking at his eyes; he was so in love it was impossible. It was then he made a promise that nothing was ever going to happen to her, even when she fell he would still be there. Oh, and she was never going to date 'til she was 40. He smirked a little at this.
Well, what did you think? I'm nervous about this one. Too much detail, not enough. Obviously I'm doing more chapters after this so I didn't want to say too much about her when we meet her. Save it for the next chapters. Anyway please leave me your thoughts? Next chapter features Bobby! Thanks to those who have reviewed and put it on alerts…
PS in case you didn't notice I changed the story name. It was the results of the poll I created and it was also suggested byCaz21.