Hey folks. Know I've been gone for a damn long time...but here I am :) So, someone (she'd like to stay anonymous) requested a kid fic that features Sam having a daughter who tries drugs and punishes her for it. Here it be, folks. I'm getting back on the horse, so to speak. We'll see how it goes.
Jarin stared up in a drug induced haze and tried counting the tiles on the ceiling. It was kind of hard because she kept trailing off after she got to ten and had to start over. She huffed shifting on the hard slap of cinder block and shivered as the cold seeped into her skin. This definitely wasn't how she had planned to send her night.
The plan was simple enough; sneak out of the bunker, meet Seth and David, break into the dispensary and get high. Everything went off without a hitch until the trio had unknowingly set off a silent alarm.
Then the cops came.
It went all downhill from there. While she was fighting with the cops Seth and David had run off leaving her behind. What assholes. Never supposed to leave a man behind….or maybe that was just a Winchester thing. Either way it was her lonely sorry ass that was locked up.
And now she was waiting for one Sam Winchester to pick her up from the Lebanon police station in the middle of the night. He was going to be so pissed. And maybe Jarin should be worried about how her dad was going to react, and she thought about it, but it was a fleeting concern. The grass they had smoked was some high grade shit and it was still making her head a fuzzy detached zone.
Despite that Jarin's heart rate spiked as she heard the harsh metal on metal as her arresting officer opened her cell and beckoned her forward.
"Your father is here to pick you up." The cop eyed her suspiciously. "If I leave the cuffs off you gonna be good?"
And yeah, maybe that was a fair question seeing how she had fought earlier and got some good licks in.
Jarin nodded her head in confirmation as she slunk off the cinder block bed to the door. The cop grabbed her arm firmly, dragging her out to the front of the station. And when Jarin laid her eyes on her dad who was standing at the front counter with his hands shoved firmly in his jacket pockets, God she was sorry she ever snuck out of the bunker. The muscle in his jaw was jumping, a sure sign he was pissed. Apparently it was a Winchester trait.
Then daughter and father's eyes met and Jarin swore there was a smoldering hazel fire boring into her eyeballs. Or maybe that was the weed still fucking with her brain.
"Mr. Campbell, your daughter." The cop presented Jarin with a small push since she seemed to me rooted to the spot she was standing in.
As she got closer Sam wrapped his long fingers around her chin to bring her head up as his eyes searched her face. "What the hell happened to your face, Jarin?"
She hadn't seen her own face to know what her dad was talking about so she shrugged her shoulders.
"Your daughter in martial arts or somethin'?" The cop asked with narrowed eyes as he crossed his arms across his chest. What a dick.
"What?" Sam snapped as he let his kid's face go. It looked like she went a round with Mike Tyson.
"She was resistin' arrest." Officer Dick supplied and then cleared his throat because Sam fucking Winchester, demon killing machine was giving him a fierce glare.
"So you beat the hell outta her?" Sam spit out. "You tellin' me you guys couldn't handle a fourteen year old?" And maybe that wasn't fair of Sam since he knew what his daughter was capable of.
Officer Dick shrugged. "The kid's got moves."
After a brief stare down Sam huffed. "Is she being formally charged with anything?"
"We brought her in for breaking and entering, consuming stolen product and resistin' arrest."
Sam looked from to Jarin and back to the cop. "Consuming stolen product?"
"Oh yeah," Officer Dick smirked. "she's high as a kite."
Oh God.
Jarin tried stepping back from her dad but Sam's hand shot out and grabbed the back of her shirt in a death grip. He hauled her around to face him and he stared into her eyes, no doubt seeing her dilated pupils.
"That true?" he asked.
"Yes sir." Jarin damn near whimpered.
And then Officer Dick opened his stupid mouth again. "Oh so you do have manners, girlie. Didn't know from all that filth that was spewin' from your mouth earlier."
Even as high as she was Jarin's temper flared up and she balled her fist up to maybe take another swing at him. Realizing his daughter's intentions Sam grabbed a hold of Jarin and pulled her so her back was flush against his torso, resting his hands on her shoulders to keep in her place.
Sam wasn't as strict with respect as he described his own father had been, definitely not the military proficiency, but he did expect a certain amount of decency. He wasn't raising an animal after all. He didn't even expect it be addressed as sir except when he was being really serious about something or she was in deep shit.
Which she was. So much shit.
Officer Dick sighed as he scratched at his face. "The shop owner didn't wanna press charged being the hippy he is and we're willing to look past the resitin'm but we better never have this problem again."
Sam snorted. "I can guarantee we won't be having this problem again."
Jarin tried swallowing around her suddenly dry tongue knowing that statement was more for her than the officer.
"Alright then," the cop sighed again. "Just need you to sign a paper and y'all are free to go."
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The fifteen minute ride back to the bunker was uncomfortably silent. Jarin had tried to turn the radio on but Sam smacked her hand away with a snapped no. Right, dad was still pissed. Message received.
Getting out of the car was a little tricky and Jarin stumbled twice over her feet before her dad settled a steadying hand on the back of her neck.
Jarin blew out a long breath as she wiggled her arms. "My arms and legs are soooo heavy, dad."
"I bet they are." Sam answered as he steered Jarin down the stairs and through the war room. "It'll wear off."
"How do you know?" she asked skeptically.
"Cause I'm smart and I know things." Sam smirked despite the situation.
They were halfway to Jarin's room when she stopped so suddenly that Sam nearly bowled her over, catching both of them before stumbling to the floor.
"Wait wait!" Jarin exclaimed loudly spinning around towards her dad. "I'm hungry. Eat like Uncle Dean hungry." The teenager scrunched up her nose and then laughed. "Or like hungry hungry hippo hungry."
Sam pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Seriously, Jarin?"
"Seriously." She nodded.
The two headed towards the kitchen.
Two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a handful of baby carrots, three cookies and a glass of milk down, Sam finally got his ridiculously high daughter to her room unscathed. Jarin promptly flopped down on her bed with a satisfied sigh. Sam shook his head as he turned to Jarin's dresser to get some clean pajamas out for her.
"Hey, dad?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you really think unicorns shit rainbows?" Jarin mumbled.
Sam stopped rummaging through the drawer and turned to stare at his daughter incredulously. "What?"
Jarin sighed put out. "I mean, maybe that's where Lucky Charms came from, ya know?" she giggled as she flopped her arm over her eyes. "Oh man, I gotta tell Uncle Dean."
Sam snorted. "God, you're wasted."
"Yeah, it's pretty awesome."
Not believing the nerve of his kid Sam strode over and gave Jarin an almighty wallop to the side of her thigh. Jarin shot up to a sitting position with an offended glare and rubbed her stinging thigh.
"We'll see how awesome you think it is when we have a discussion about this tomorrow." Sam let a little of his irritation bleed through his voice as he made that proclamation. "Now can you get changed by yourself or do I need to help you?" he asked as he tossed some shorts and a t-shirt into her lap.
"I can do it." Jarin grumbled as she started to pull her shirt over her head.
Sam turned his back to her so she could have some privacy. After a few minutes he didn't hear the rustling of clothes anymore and turned his head to see if she was done. Sam rubbed a hand over his face as he found that Jarin was passed out in just her shorts and bra. He managed to slip Jarin's t-shirt on her while the girl snored lightly and shifted her so she was up on her pillow and covered up. Sam pushed her bangs off her forehead and then kissed it before cracking her door and walking to his own room.
Morning was going to be rough.
Hope you guys enjoyed the first installment. My writing isn't as good as it used to be. Doesn't flow like it used to. I also find writing Sam a little difficult. He can give the puppy eyes and be the most understanding guy but then he can also be a badass motherf***er. Hope he's not too out of character.
-Fox