Dean

Tada, chapter 11 halfway there,

I spun out the other night when watching supernatural, (In the Beginning) when Mary's mother introduced herself, You'll see why when i introduce my Mary,

hope you enjoy

Sam and Dale had left nearly an hour ago, not long after Dean had asked to use the shower, Lorraine waited until she heard the water running then took advantage of the time to finally clean the oven, she didn't mind because it gave her time to think, after his shower Dean had found Lorraine with her head in the oven, he sat at the bench with a smirk of amusement, he hadn't minded the view Lorraine had given him either, the oven took all of 15 minutes to clean, next Lorraine cooked up some noodles for Mary's dinner, leaving them to cool in the pot, while she wiped down the stove top, once that had been done she realized she was running out things to do so she pointed to the kettle, eyebrows raised inquiringly and Dean nodded in response,

Now Dean and Lorraine sat at the dining table opposite each other quietly sipping their coffees, an unspoken agreement that whatever had happened before was put on hold, both Mary and Joanne would be home soon, and restarting their previous argument was pointless

"So what's Dale's story," Dean finally broke the silence

"About 3 years ago, he saw this thing with his mum, in this house, by the way, and since then he's been trying for revenge, He showed up here last night and I shot him,"

"You shot him?" Dean chuckled

"With rock salt," She confirmed, Dean smiled at her remarkably, and Lorraine couldn't help return the gesture "the lights started to flicker, and he was in my house," she shrugged, as if it was any everyday occurrence for her to shoot someone with rock salt, "I figured that, having the gun, would at least give me a chance to get away, and even it was human at least it wouldn't kill them,"

"Well nice to know we managed to teach you something," he felt better knowing that Lorraine really could look after herself and Mary,

"You mean between all the kidnapping and near death experiences," they both laughed, "although if it was a Zombie or Werewolf, I'd be pretty screwed" Lorraine added, "you know it would be nice if you could teach him something, too" Dean thought about this comment, he couldn't help but feel jealous of this young man in Lorraine's house, an almost uncomfortable silence washed over the room again, Lorraine glanced at the clock again and knew that Matt should be back any minute now, she wasn't sure what was going to happen, Dean felt a nervousness that he had never felt before, waiting to meet his daughter was by far the scariest thing that he has ever anticipated,

"We're back," Matthew sang as he came through the door, Lorraine took a deep breath, Dean tried to hide the apprehension he felt, Mathew spotted the two of them and stopped in the doorway Mary was nestled comfortably in his arms, and Dean had a sudden surge of protectiveness run though his body as he set eyes on his daughter for the second time,

"Nice to see you again officer, I see you found her after all" Matt addressed Dean using his 'gay' accent, which Lorraine always found to sound more high pitched British for some reason and she nearly laughed out loud, she used a hand to cover the smile that escaped her lips

"Matt this is Dean," she introduced them, the smile still on her face

"You mean 'the' Dean," Dean's smile was full of smugness, and Lorraine's face changed to one of mortification as she blushed,

"Yes, thank you Matt" she replied gallingly as she took her daughter in her arms, throwing Matt a look that would have killed him, if she had that power "you have fun, baby," she said as she put the toddler in her highchair, a few toys placed in front of her.

"We had lunch, we played on the swings and she beat me in a running race, thanks for asking, Hun" Matt told her, Dean felt that feeling again, he wasn't use to this, and it distress him a bit

"You staying for a cuppa," Lorraine asked, Matt looked at Dean hesitantly

"No I better get home; Nate probably has dinner waiting,"

"You have him trained well," Lorraine laughed trying to mask her nervousness, Matt flicked his wrist and mad a 'whipping' sound,

"you better call me later," he whispered as he leant in and kissed Lorraine on the check, then with one more glance at Dean, left, Lorraine heard the front door close then turned to Dean, him and Mary were staring at each other, Lorraine watched intently from the kitchen, as they both seemed to study each other, Mary wore a look of inquisitiveness, that made Lorraine smile, her little eyebrows knotted together as she studied the man that sat across from her, finally she let out a smile, and babbled something that could have easily been interpreted as an hello,

"Dean, I would like you to meet Mary Deanna Winchester," he gave her a nod, and they smiled at each other.

"Oh, Lorraine, you are not going to believe the day I had-" Joanne's voice whiffed in from the front door, getting louder as she neared the kitchen, She stopped in her tracks when she saw Dean and Mary "ok you win," she said a she dropped her bag on the bench "hey there" she nodded to Dean, Dean nodded back, "interesting day?"

"You could say that," he replied

"Any leads on this ghost," she turned to Lorraine who had leant back on the bench, arms folded in front of her, when her sister voice had interrupted them,

"Yeah, Sam and Dale have gone salting now," Lorraine told her,

"So I take it she knows," Dean interjected, noticing the calmness of the conversation

"It was hard to explain everything with missing details," Joanne answered, Dean had a feeling she meant the incident with her father, he also had a feeling by the harshness in her voice that they had been no love lost between them,

Mary having gave her approval of Dean turned her concentration on one of toys Lorraine had given her, she had to get the different shapes in the box, though the matching hole when one shape wouldn't fit she would threw it causing it to bounce across the table, Dean had to duck so it wouldn't hit him,

"Looks like she got your temper," he laughed, Lorraine shot him a look of evil, close to the one she had thrown at Mat just moments before, which caused Joanne to join in the laughter,

"He is right," Joanne answered Lorraine's glare,

"you can both go jump," Lorraine responded, as she filled Mary's bowl with the cooled noodle's, she took it over to the high chair, took the toys away and replaced them with the bowl, Mary squealed in delight before both hands went it to the bowl grabbing the noodles and shoving both hands in her mouth

"Well she got your appetite," Lorraine commented, and Dean smiled.

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"So, what's their story?" Dale asked from the passenger seat of the Impala, the sun had set and darkness took over the sky, the head lights washed over the road and Dale was starting to feel the effects of sleep deprivation, he yawned loudly

"Who? Lorraine and Dean?" Sam replied, "who knows, I don't even think they do,"

"He wouldn't hurt her would he," Dale voiced his concerns, he liked Lorraine, there was an air around her that seemed to ease him, he found her funny and in control, definitely a woman who knew how to look after herself, yet she made you want to look out for her also,

"No," Sam chuckled, "not physically, anyway,"

"If he does, I'll kill him," Dale growled

"You don't have to worry," Sam laughed again, "You know he's Mary's father, don't you,"

"No," he replied, "she only told me he wasn't around anymore,"

"He only found out about her today,"

"So that's what all that was about," Sam nodded, "you think they'll get back together,"

"Why, you interested," Sam couldn't help but smile at the young man, Dale shrugged, "look, man, I know Lorraine's a great girl, but her and Dean, there's something there, almost fate-like," he remembered what Missouri had told Lorraine when they had gone to her for a explanation about the dreams, he hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but while Dean had been stuffing his face with food, Sam had overheard the conversation from the next room, Lorraine's dreams about Dean and Sam's about her, according to Missouri hadn't been coincidental, and that had to be a reason why, after all the girls Dean had been though, Lorraine was the one that seemed to have stuck, he knew that there had be some truth to it, as unexplainable as it was, "Me and Dean have done a lot of traveling just in the last couple of years and we have never managed to "run into" someone as much as we have Lorraine, they both just need to cut the shit and work out their feelings for each other"

"So, in other words, I don't have a chance," Dale laughed

"Probably not," Sam joined in, they pulled in to the cemetery and got out of the car, Dale followed Sam to the boot, where her produced an array of weapons, ranging from guns to knifes and wooden stakes and ammo, Sam pulled two shovels out and handed them to Dale, then he grabbed a bag and filled it with two flashlights, a rusted tin of salt, a box of matches and a sawn-off riffle loaded with rock salt bullets, he flung it over his shoulder then grabbed a jerry-can of petrol, "you ready," he asked Dale, who nodded hesitantly then followed the hunter into the cemetery.

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"She's a great kid," Dean said later that night, While Lorraine had prepared dinner for the adults, Dean had played with Mary, under the watchful eye of Joanne, before putting her to bed, Lorraine was quiet amazed at how quickly they had taken to each other,

"I know," Lorraine beamed proudly, while she walked around the lounge picking up the stray toys that scattered the floor, "have you heard from Sam,"

"Yeah, they found the grave, they're just digging it up now," he told her as she glanced out the window, the storm had begun and the trees danced wildly in the wind,

"You know, just in the last two days I can hardly remember what it is like to have a normal conversation," Lorraine laughed as she slumped onto the lounge exhausted, both physically and emotionally, with the ghost last night and then Dean showing up today, she was ready for sleep to take over,

"This is a normal conversation," Dean defended with a laugh,

"You know I am sorry," Lorraine told him, her head rested on the back of the lounge, her eyes closed, in the last 48 hours she had slept for about 5 of them, when Dean didn't answer she continued "I keep thinking over and over about the last 2 years, I tried to call you so many times, but I just-" Dean cut her off with a kiss, it should of taken Lorraine by surprise but it didn't, it was what she wanted, what she longed for, but now she had to think of Mary too, "whoa, wait," she said as she gently pushed him away, she watched his tongue run over his lips, as he lent back his brows knotted with confusion mixed with frustration, "sorry, but we can't do this"

"sure we can," he replied, a cheeky smile etched on his lips, as he leant towards her again, Lorraine stood up and started to pace the room, Dean watched as she walked from one side to the other, her hands running though her hair, he leant back against the lounge and let out a quick sigh,

"I can't keep playing this game with you Dean," she rambled,

"But it is fun," he smiled, Lorraine smiled back distractedly, she remembered that sexy grin was what got them to this point in the first place

"Stop it," she replied, she ran her hands through her hair again then sat down on the chair opposite Dean, the coffee table sitting between them like a safety barrier "look, this all too confusing at the moment, I'm tired and only a few hours ago we in there," she indicated to the kitchen "ready to rip each other's heads off, and now we were about to rip each other's cloths off," Dean arched his eyebrows at her as the thought appealed to him, "now, tomorrow when all this mess is over, your gonna be out that door, and gone, and that is exactly why I didn't tell you about Mary, she doesn't need to deal with you popping in and out of her life randomly and she shouldn't have to either"

"So what are you saying, you don't want me to have anything to do with her, or you," his voice raising,

"God," Lorraine sighed "I don't know, ok, but I do know that I need to protect my daughter,"

"and right now I need to protect you," Dean said grabbing the gun off the table that sat beside the lounge, the ghoul stood behind Lorraine, "upstairs now," he shouted, as he grabbed Lorraine's arm and pulled her to her feet, Lorraine did as she was told, calling out to Joanne as she ran up the stairs, Mary's room was still laid with salt so they went in there, they heard a shot fire then a few seconds later, Dean was in the room as well, his mobile phone to his ear,

"Sam what are you doing," he said into the phone, "well dig faster," he ended the call and shoved the phone back into his pocket, "everyone ok," the women nodded, Mary began to cry as the commotion woke her up, Lorraine picked her up and began rocking her making small shushing sounds, the ghost appeared at the doorway the invisible wall stopping it from proceeding any further, it just stayed there looking into the room, everything had happened so fast last night that she didn't have a chance to see the ghost properly, now that it hovered at the door she could see that it was female

"Dean, it's the woman," Lorraine pointed to it,

"Oh, great," he said getting his phone out of his pocket, and using his speed dial to call Sam, "Sam, it's the woman, not the bloke," Dean said into the phone, then snapped it shut disconnecting the call

"Why is it still here, last night we shot it and it went away," Joanne asked,

"It has a job to do, and it's not leaving till she has done it," Lorraine answered bluntly

"So is this the life you were walking away from," Dean said sarcastically,

"I don't think now's the time," Lorraine replied harshly

"Why not, we got time, you wanna walk out this time be my guest," he indicated to the door,

"fuck you, Dean" Lorraine spat, "you overly macho son of a bitch, it's not like I'm the only one that walked away, you left me in a hospital with a bullet hole in my gut," Lorraine was furious, she felt her face heat with anger, Joanne looked at her with concern, "why don't YOU try showing a little emotion," Dean looked at her speechless, he had forgotten about how angry she could get "you wanna talk, then come on let's talk," her voice had raised so high that even Mary looked at her peculiarly, "why is it, Dean, that as soon as someone gets close to you, someone that's not Sam, that is, just a little too close, you shut them out,"

"Hey, I'm not completely emotionally retarded," He said in weak defense "I can show emotion, and what about you, your one to talk about shutting down, you walked away, first, not even a see you later"

"But, I didn't want to play with you anymore," she replied in a mocking child's tone

"Don't patronize me, Lorraine,"

"I never expected to see you again," Lorraine retaliated, "I just shoot the man who I thought was my father, so excuse me, for not thinking things though a bit more,"

"He was evil," he added dismissively

"Evil Yes, human also," they both sighed heavily, Lorraine had nothing more to add on the subject, not a day had gone by that she didn't think about what she had done, had tried to justify that she had taken a man's life, and Dean knew that there nothing else he could say, that would ease the guilt he knew Lorraine still had about that night,

"So what about Mary," he asked, the toddler looked up at the sound of her name

"what about her, Dean, what did you think would happen, you'd find out about her, and then me you and Sam would travel around fighting evil with the baby in the back of the impala," Lorraine laughed almost manically, she felt like she no longer had control of what came out of her mouth, she rubbed the spot between her eyes causing them to water and she hoped that he didn't think she was crying, "where going round in circles, Dean, arguing about the same thing over and over again"

"I just want to know happens now," Dean said the sudden softness of his voice told Lorraine he had gotten the wrong impression from her moist eyes

"What happens now," Lorraine repeated scathingly, "ok, well, this here is Mary, Mary is your Daughter, Mary exists, What happens now is up to you, ok, you can leave if you want to, Dean, we've managed quiet well without you so far, we don't need you," That last sentence hit a sore spot with Dean, it was the same thing every demon he had come up against had said to him to try and bring him down, Lorraine saw the quick recognition of pain in his eyes, but it was too late to take the words back, and she was to angry to apologize

"oh, yeah I can see that," Dean spat back pointing a thumb over his shoulder at the ghost, "maybe I should just leave you to it then," he bluffed a step towards the door, he had no idea if this ghost would attack him too, and he really didn't want to find out, he just wished Sam would hurry up, his bluff worked

"Don't," Lorraine called out, he half smiled, "be stupid," she added quickly

"well then stop being such a bitch," he replied as he sat down his back against the wall, his legs bent in front of him as he rested his forearms on his knees, the gun hanging loosely in his hand,

"Only, when you stop being a bastard," she retorted bitterly

Joanne felt like she was watching a tennis match, as they argued and fired at each other with looks of anger and shots of insults, she was ready to jump in and bang their heads together

"You both need to stop being so pig-headed," Joanne barked

"Hey, who's side are you on," Lorraine snapped

"you walk around the house, moping all day, yet someone asks you what's wrong you play tough, yet everyone can see your missing him," Joanne pointed at Dean who had a conceited look on his face, "and you, I wouldn't look so cocky if I was you, Sam told me about your crankiness, and the tantrums you throw every time someone even mentions Lorraine's name, so why don't both of you both grow up," Everything went quiet the only sound coming from the howling wind outside, "and I think we should get back to the problem at hand," they turned their attention back to the Ghost who had been momentarily forgotten, Dean Lorraine Joanne and Mary all watched it attempt to enter the room, it wasn't going anywhere, and either where they all they could do was wait, avoiding each other's eyes until with a small shrieking hum it dispersed,

"Good boy, Sammy," Dean said, then left the room leaving Loraine and Joanne exchanging mystified expressions.

"I don't mope all day," Lorraine wined as she placed Mary back in her cot; Joanne laughed then put an arm around her older sister's shoulders,

"Let's have a drink, I think we've earned it," and with that they left the room and headed down stairs,