Speaking A Dead Language.
"We run on fumes your life and mine. Like the sands of time, Slippin' right on through And our loves the only truth. That's why I run to you."
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Sometimes the only thing someone needs is to actually feel the pain. Completely take it all in, and realize they're not the only one feeling it. Finally grasping the pain Rylan had actually been feeling for three months, it felt good to cry. Of course it didn't change the fact that her dad was dead, and things were falling apart. But it helped her see that this is where she was meant to be, home.
Moving back home helped both Rylan and Bobby cope with the loss of Dean a little bit better. Being around someone who'd also lost him actually made the two feel better. Neither wanted sympathy from the other, and it worked. When the topic needed to be avoided, it was avoided. No walking on eggshells around each other.
"Bobby, do I really have to go to school? It's my birthay!" Rylan complained brushing through her brown tangled hair.
The old man chuckled. "That ain't no excuse short stuff. You get to school and we'll go out get some real food. Sound good?"
Getting just a little annoyed with the constant mac and cheese around the house, she nodded. "Sounds good to me Bobby. Let's get going before I'm late."
School had been a hassle for Rylan. People knew her dad had died and they all stared at her like she was a freak. Girls she use to be friends with no longer wanted anything to do with the girl who barely spoke. And the only person she wanted to talk about was her family.
Back at the house when Bobby was done doing research for the day he began wrapping the three presents he'd gotten for Ry. Pepper spray, a journal, and a protection bracelet an old friend had given to him. Normally Dean would do all the wrapping for everyone, so it was all new to him. Out of every day of the year this was the one where Sam and Dean were always home. And most of the time John had even been there too.
His thoughts wondered back to the first birthday they spent all together. It had only been three weeks ago when Bobby had first met the newest Winchester. She was bright eyed and attached to her daddy's hip, smiling and giggling at everything. It was hard to not to fall in love with her, everyone in the family managed to.
Sixteen at the time Dean tried his hardest to plan a simple first birthday. He didn't know much about what little girl's wanted or how to throw your one year old a party. Regardless he tried his hardest. Rylan wouldn't remember it, and no matter how much John told him that, he still wanted to do something special.
In the tiny kitchen of Bobby's old house were three pink balloons and a few presents wrapped on the table. Dressed in an old purple flannel and jeans Rylan was held by her dad. It was simple but it was important to all of them. Hard to believe the little girl was already a year old, walking and talking. She was so aware of everyone around her and who they were. Her sam, dad, and pa. Only knowing Bobby for such a short time she was unable to fully recognize him. But they all mattered.
Later that night when Rylan was tuckered out and everyone was off doing their own things Dean sat in a rocking chair with his daughter. Not only did it mark his daughter's birthday, but it marked the day he became a dad. Of course in a few months that day would actually come, but still. In the year they'd had Ry his life had forever changed. He know had a mini version of himself to worry about. "I love you Rylan, always will."
The older she got the more fun the four were able to have with her birthdays. They were fond memories for Bobby, considering he never had his own children or family this was the next best thing. It was crazy how different this year was compared to last birthday. Dean had been a wreck unable to come to terms that his daughter was going to be thirteen.
Interrupted by his phone ringing Bobby placed down the half wrapped brown journal. "Yeah?"
"Bobby?" There was a slight familiarization to the voice on the other line.
Responding blandly he once again spoke "Yeah?"
A sigh of relief was let out from the other side. "It's me."
Scrunching up his nose Bobby began to get annoyed. "Who's 'Me'?"
"Dean."
Not feeling like putting up with the bull spewing from the other line, the phone went silent. Leaving the other line with dial tone sounds. Once again hearing his phone ring Bobby picked up taking a swig of his liquor. "Who is this?"
Needing to convince him Dean pleaded. "Bobby, listen to me."
"This ain't funny. Call again, I'll kill ya." Of any day someone had to call pretending to be Dean it had to be short stuff's birthday.
Hours later just before the clock hit three and Bobby was heading out to pick up Rylan there was a knock on his door. On the doorstep appeared to be Dean Winchester in the flesh. Taken back from seeing him there was nothing said.
"Surprise." Dean said unsure of how one is supposed to approach someone after coming back from the dead.
With his mouth wide open Bobby stuttered "I, I don't.."
"Yeah, me neither." Dean took a step inside the familiar house. "But here I am. Where's the birthday girl?" Walking to the kitchen Dean looked around taking everything again. From behind him Bobby grabbed a silver knife reading to kill the shifter in his home. It was too good to be true, Dean wasn't alive. Lunging forward he tried to get the monster. Turning around before he could get slashed Dean grabbed Bobby's arm twisting it away from himself. "Bobby! It's me!"
"My ass!" Still unconvinced Bobby once again went in ready to kill.
Maneuvering around there was now a chair separating the two. "Woah, whoa, woah! Hold on. Your name is Robert Steven Singer. You became a hunter after your wife got possessed, and.. you're the closest thing I have to a father and the closest thing Ry has to a grandpa. Today Rylan turns fourteen at four seventeen. She weighed four pounds and six ounces, eighteen inches long. Her favorite movie is Aladdin. I'm telling you Bobby, it's me."
Still a little unsure Bobby lowered the knife. In shock he took his hand placing it on his shoulder. The last time he'd seen this body there was blood dried all over the open flesh wounds. It couldn't have been really him. Taking the knife he went in once again.
Expecting the attack Dean was ready. "I'm not a shapeshifter!"
"Then you're a revenant!" Bobby accused.
Shoving the old man away with knife in hand he was ready to prove that he was really himself. "Alright, if I was either could I do this..with a silver knife?" Rolling up his sleeve Dean sliced his arm just above his elbow.
When the normal blood oozed from his arm that was truly when Bobby began to be convinced. "Dean?"
Taking a relieved breath he walked closer. "That's what I've been trying to tell you!"
Without hesitation Bobby grabbed Dean pulling him in for a tight hug. Neither let go for a long time, unable to believe the moment was actually real. "It's..it's good to see you boy." He finally said letting go.
Smirking Dean looked down at the floor boards. "Yeah, you too."
Regardless of how happy he was to see him in the house again Bobby had to ask. "But, how did you bust out?"
Shrugging Dean didn't even know what to say. "Couldn't tell ya. I just woke up in a pine box." Looking up from the ground he was jolted even more awake from water being splashed in his face. "I'm not a demon either, you know."
"Sorry can't ever be too careful." Looking at the wall he saw the time, realizing he was late to pick up little one. "Hell, I'm late. Got to go pick up Ry."
Hearing his daughter's name sent a sense of enthusiasm through Dean's body. "Let me come with. You don't even know how much I've missed her."
Putting a hand out Bobby stopped him. "Why don't you stay here. Suprise her?"
Sitting down on the couch he let out a frustrated grin. "I guess, just hurry home. I don't think I can wait much longer."
Sitting on the bench in front of her school Rylan sighed. Bobby was late, normally by the time she got out of the building he was parked right there. But not today, on her birthday of all days. Huffing and rolling her eyes she called her uncle Sam.
"Happy birthday Ry!" Was the first thing she heard from the other line. It was nice to hear her uncle's voice.
Chipping the blue nail polish from her nails Rylan chuckled. "Thanks Uncle Sammy. So what're you up to?"
He wasn't going to tell his fourteen year old niece he'd just got done torturing a demon so he casually lied. "Just hanging around with Ruby, what aout you? Bobby doing anything special for your birthday? She says happy birthday by the way."
"Tell her I said thanks. And waiting for Bobby to pick me up. I think he might've fallen asleep and now I'll have to walk home. We're supposed to go out to dinner since all we can make is noodles with cheese on them." She explained rolling her eyes.
Needing to go he rushed the conversation "I'm sure he's just running late Ry. Don't walk home, it's too dangerous you know that. But have fun, I promise I'll come up soon. I've got your presents in the impala anyways. I'll talk to you later, happy birthday again kiddo."
Sad that the conversation was set short she sighed. "Thanks Sammy. Be careful. See you soon." So far this had been the crappiest birthday Rylan had ever had.
Waking up this morning she'd expected to feel excited like she always had. But this year was different. Instead of walking down stairs to pancakes made by her dad, she found a simple bowl of cereal made by Bobby. Not that she didn't appreciate it, but pancakes had become a tradition. Instead of a loud, goofy chorus of happy birthday from her family, it was a simple happy birthday from Bobby.
The only thing that had followed her all day was the growing sadness. Last year had been her first birthday without her papa, but somehow she'd gotten through it. Without her papa, Sam, and her dad there it seemed unbearable. All she wanted to do was go home and cry in her room alone. A birthday wasn't even worth it when you didn't have everyone you loved there.
After a half hour of waiting finally Bobby pulled up with a pie sitting in the front seat. Seeing the pie Rylan knew exactly what that meant. They weren't going out. With every second passing by it seemed like this was the worse birthday anyone could ever have.
Trying to hide the fact that this was about to be the best birthday she'd ever had Bobby played along. "Sorry princess. I know it's your birthday but this really important case came up. I gotta leave tonight, you'll be okay though right?" With a nod he looked over placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'll make it up to you when I get home. I promise. But we can celebrate with this pie when we get home. Sound good?"
Not wanting to be a spoiled brat Rylan sent a genuine smile to him. "Yeah, sounds perfect Bobby. I was actually thinking when you get home if we could ya know go visit dad. I know it's just a little old cross but it might help."
Hiding the fact that her daddy was sitting in the living room was so hard for Bobby. He almost felt bad about the lies he created just to surprise her even more. But remembering how rewarding it would be for all of them to come home to Dean made it all okay. "Anything you want short stuff. I think he'd like that."
Ever since her papa had died death had been a looming topic in Rylan's mind. It was something that everyone had to cope at some point in their lives, ad eventually come to terms that they too would die. No matter how much you prepare yourself for it, it's not an easy thing. It wasn't fair, you lose someone forever and have to move on.
Staring out the window her dad was once again on her mind. It made her wonder what life would be like if he was still alive. He wouldn't have made her go to school because tomorrow him and Sammy would leave once again. Sam would make fun of him for getting emotional when Rylan blew out her candles as he did every year. But that wasn't the case. And it never would be again.
Without any thought or hesitation Rylan knew what she'd wish for every year on her birthday. With all the magic and supernatural things that happened in her family, maybe one day it'd come true. Her dad always told her if you wanted it to happen and tried your hardest you could make it happen. Of course he always aimed that towards a career choice or anything normal.
The old car finally arrived back to their house. From inside Dean was freaking out, pacing back and fourth. As excited as he was to finally see Rylan again his heart was racing with fear. What would her reaction be? If she were mad he would understand but of course that wasn't the reaction he wanted. This moment had to be perfect though, it was something he wanted them both to remember for the rest of their lives. Should he make it casual? Funny? Sentimental?
Looking out the window he realized he had no time to figure out anything. Standing in the living room he heard her footsteps approaching the door. Taking in a deep breath he knew this was it. This was the moment he'd been dreaming of. His four months in hell, this was who kept him going. Kept him alive, and not wanting to give in or up. There was no going back now.
Carrying in the pie Rylan kept her eyes in the kitchen, not even noticing her dad standing in the kitchen. Opening up the fridge she placed the pie on the second rack and pulled out some juice. From behind her in the living room Dean impatiently waited for her to turn around. Who knew pouring juice took so long?
Unable to wait any longer Dean finally broke the silence. "Happy birthday Rylan Mary."
Recognizing the voice she turned around. Seeing a man that looked like and sounded like her father sent shock through her body. There was no way he was here. Unsure of what to do Rylan called out to Bobby, alarm evident in her voice.
Finally coming inside the house he smiled. "Surprise princess, it's really him."
Slowly she began walking towards her dad. Her lip quivered, and she tried to hold back her tears. "Daddy?"
Opening up his arms Dean half smiled. "It's me short stuff. Now come here."
Grinning ear to ear she ran right into her dad's open arms. Finally reaching them it was as if he'd never been gone. All the horrors that'd been her life for the past four months seemed to fade away. Nothing could compare to this moment, and never would. Rylan could say she'd felt safe, and happy. It was warm, and unselfish. Here she was with her dad.
Burying her head in his shoulder she just cried and cried. It was the one moment she dreamed about for months, the moment she never thought she'd have again. Her body shook with happiness and utter joy. Nothing needed to be said, it was the moment speaking so many words.
Dean held on tighter than he'd ever held his daughter. He held onto her more than he had the moment he realized he loved her. Tighter than he did after Sammy walked out on them. Or the time when she ran off while at school and he found her at the park. And mostly tighter than when he'd lost Sam to death. None of those times compared to this moment.
In this moment neither of them cared if they were showing their chick-flick side, or that Bobby was standing there watching. For now it was just them reuniting after too much time apart. This was theirs.
From the kitchen Bobby watched with tears in his eyes. He had imagined the moment the entire ride there and back. But nothing compared to this. For months he'd suffered and watched her suffer along with him. Now he watched her be put back together again. It was funny how just one person can make a person break, but be able to put them back together in just a second.
After ten whole minutes of nothing being said, Rylan puller herself back to get a good look at her father's face. Nothing had changed about him. His green eyes, freckles and messy hair. His smile was hopeful and sad at the same time.
Four months may have not been that long to anyone else but to a father it was the longest time. In just the four months he'd been dead she'd changed a little. Her hair was a little longer, and her face now was starting to look older. She wasn't his little green eyed baby anymore. Rylan was growing up.
He remembered the first time he realized how much he truly loved her. It was about two months after she'd arrived on the doorstep. He hadn't been getting much sleep the past few weeks, it seemed like his dad was always mad and he just wanted a break from being a dad.
It was three in the morning and the only way she'd stop crying was if she was laying down next to him. It irritated him how much this little person depended on him, wanted him every second of the day. Sighing he looked down at her, and Dean truly saw her. He never knew what changed in him, but something did.
His little girl was smiling at him with wide and hopeful eyes. All she knew was how happy she was and that this was the man that took care of her. Rylan was innocent and he wanted her to remain that way forever. She became the center of his world.
After that John watched happily as his son really became a father. He had the patience to get her to sleep, and smiled at her. He worried about her on a daily basis, watching her with careful eyes. That's when Dean Winchester's life really began.
So there's that! Talk about tear jerker, woo. I had a lot of inspiration from artists like Kodaline, Darius Rucker, and The Fray. So please please please leave me a review letting me know what you think. Once we get more into the story the chapters will be more lengthy.