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Chapter 2:
Sioux Falls, South Dakota was not a long trip, due to the fact that I slept the almost the entire flight.
I picked up my suitcase from baggage claim and walked out to the parking lot.
There were only a couple of cars parked and waiting. I scanned the cars and caught sight of a man leaning against a beautiful, black 1967 Chevy Impala. I could tell that it had a 4-barrel, V-8 engine, and was an automatic with 4 wheel drive and a hardtop.
One thing that my father had taught me was cars.
The man caught sight of me and started walking up to me. When he reached me he smiled with a cocky grin. "Sidney?" he asked.
I nodded. "Who's asking?" I asked. The man smiled. "I'm Dean, my father John sent me to pick you up." He said.
I nodded. "Sounds good." I said. We walked to the car and I stopped. "Is something the matter?" asked Dean.
"Well, one thing my father did teach me is to not be an idiot." I said. Dean quirked an eyebrow. "Ok?" he asked. I sighed. "How do I know you're not possessed and going kill me the first chance you get?" I asked.
Dean leaned his arms against the Impala and shook his head. There was silence for a moment. He then spoke.
"Got any salt or holy water?" he asked. I sighed. "No." was my reply. Dean nodded. Dean walked around to the back of his car and opened it.
He pulled out a vial of clear liquid and a vial of what I assumed was salt. He then sprinkled both vials all over himself. I nodded.
"I'm guess that was holy water and salt." I said. Dean nodded as he spat the holy water and salt out of his mouth.
"You catch on quick." He said. I rolled my eyes, and we were soon off to my father's house.
We drove for a good hour before we finally reached that old dirt road I remembered.
When we got to the arch, I read the sign that I had grown up with for so many years. It read: "Singer Auto Self Service and Salvage Yard".
The memories flooded the car, and we soon found ourselves parked in front of the house that I had grown up in. We got out of the car and Dean retrieved my bag out of the trunk. We headed into the house.
"Dad, Sam, Cas!" yelled Dean. "I'm back with Sidney!" he yelled again.
I heard footsteps coming from all directions of the house. I could hear three sets of footsteps. I sighed.
My father had trained me all too well. I stepped future into the house and waited for the rest of the men to join us. Soon, three men joined us.
They were tall and looked like they had been through a lot. I smiled and waved. "Hi, I'm Sidney." I Said.
The men nodded and one took a step forward.
"Please come in." he said. I nodded and took a step forward into the house. The men nodded to each other and I instantly looked up to see a devil's trap painted on the ceiling.
Dean snorted. "How did you know to look up?" he asked. I sighed.
"My father taught me that the best place to put a Devil's trap was on the ceiling. A Demon is least expected to look up when they are zoning in on their target." I said. The other man nodded. "I'm Sam." He said as he stretched out his hand to meet mine.
I shook his hand and looked to the man standing next to him. "I'm John, we spoke on the phone." He said. I nodded shook his hand. I then turned to the third man and gasped. "Castiel?" I asked. The men around me stiffened.
"Wait, you know him?" asked Dean. I nodded and smiled. "Castiel used to babysit me." I said. Dean turned to Castiel.
"Didn't think to mention that did you!" He said. Castiel shrugged. "It was irrelevant to this scenario." He said. I chuckled. "Same old Cas." I said.
It was John's turn to chuckle. "So you know that he is an Angel then." Said Sam. I turned wide eyes to Sam. "Angel's don't exist, do they?" I asked.
John and Dean chuckled at the sour expression that had just arrived on Castiel's face.
"We do exist and I'm proof of it." He said. I nodded, not wanting to anger the angel.
"Ok, let's get this party started with some food and then maybe we can have a look at that will and get you back to your home in Las Vegas." Said John. I sighed.
"Unfortunately, I was let go, so I'll be playing that part by ear." I Said.
The guys nodded and we headed into the kitchen. What I found in the kitchen was disturbing in so many levels.
You could tell that a woman didn't live in this home.
The dishes were piled in the sink and all along the counters, to the point where you could not tell if the dishes were clean or dirty.
The floor had mud all over it, and the lights had spider webs all over them. I shuddered as I sat at the table.
We ate pizza that Dean had supposedly picked up before he picked me up from the airport, and then there was a knock on the door.
"That is probably the lawyer with the will." Said Sam.
We nodded and waited as Sam answered the door. It was indeed the lawyer, and soon the reading of my father's will began.
The Last Will and Testament of Robert Singer:
I, Robert Singer, write my last will and testament out of sound mind without any poppycock or idgits telling me what to write. (We all laughed)
I am leaving my house and all my funds and items in the house to my daughter Sidney Singer. She can do with it what she wants, but knowing my daughter and the life she has been living and the good friend of John Winchester, I have put a stipulation in this will and testament.
I stopped reading and looked up to meet John's gaze.
The lawyer nodded. "Keep reading." he said. I nodded and continued to read.
In order for my daughter to keep the house and all of my money as well as my belongings, she has to marry none other than John Winchester, because I know these two blockheads and I know that John is probably a mess with hunting, doing research, taking care of his boys, as well as keeping up my house. Sidney is probably living her life as a dancer and trying to make rent as well as hiding from who she really is.
I looked up to see that John's face was pale, as I'm sure was mine.
I looked over to Sam and Dean, to see that they each had on faces of surprise.
I turned to Castiel who was just sitting there with no look of surprise. "Did you know about this?" I asked Castiel.
I knew that my father was doing this because he knew that I had a heart.
I could not in a right mind leave and let these poor men to live on the streets, and I knew that my father knew that. "Darn man, causing problems!" said Dean. I snorted.
"That's my father for you." I said. John chuckled. "Always trying to fix other people's problems." He said.
Castiel sighed. "I helped him write it." He replied. "Why would you do that?" I asked. Castiel shrugged his shoulders.
"He asked me to." He said. I groaned.
The lawyer coughed. "I hate to interrupt this discussion, but there is more to be read." He said. I sighed and picked up the will and continued to read it.
I know you, Sidney, You have a kind heart and would not leave these men alone on the streets. I know that you are trying to find a way to help John without marrying him or staying married to him, but here's the catch. You can't get divorced cause the moment you do the house will go to the state and the money will be pulled out of your bank account and all my things will be given away.
"Bobby really thinks he is funny!" said Dean.
Sam snorted. "Well, I'll start packing." Said Sam. John pushed Sam's shoulder down to keep him seated.
"Now hold up, there is more to read. The least you boys can do is wait till we are done here. Show some respect for Bobby and his kin." Said John.
The boys nodded and waited as I finished reading the will.
John, Sam, and Dean, you will fix this house up and make it livable, and Sidney, you will clean it up and be the perfect homemaker. You two will have inspections to make sure that you follow the rules. Also, I have added something that the two of you probably would not like.
I stopped reading and looked up at John with a worried glance.
John shrugged and I continued to read.
You two have to share a room as well as having a family together. This marriage is going to be real as can be. Sidney, I know you probably hate me right now, but you will thank me later. John, get over your pride and let someone help you for a change. You have one year to get the house in order and you will have surprise visits to make sure that everything is in order. After the first year, you two better have one little grandbaby together and the natural way too.
I looked up. "That's it, there is nothing else to read." I said and looked at the lawyer.
"Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds to talk." Said Dean as he got up and walked out the door. The door slammed shut on his way out, making me cringe. Sam sighed. "Don't mind him, you get used to him." He said. I nodded.
Castiel had already walked out of the room, and John looked like he was going to have a heart attack. I turned to the Lawyer. "So, how is this legal?" I asked. The lawyer smiled. "He signed it himself and with a witness." He said.
John quirked an eyebrow. I could see where Dean got that from. "Who?" he asked. We all looked down to see Jimmy Novak printed on the witness line. "Who's Jimmy Novak?" I asked. John coughed. "Yea, Castiel is just a nickname." He said with the quirk of an eyebrow.
I realized then that the Lawyer had no idea about supernatural. "Oh, yea, how could I forget?" I said. John nodded. "It happens." He said. I nodded and looked to John. "So, what do we do?" I asked. John sighed. "I need those books." He said.
"They do research for us." He said. I nodded and turned to the lawyer. "We buy the books?" I asked. The lawyer nodded.
"No, you are not allowed. It's in my instructions." He said. He then pulled out two envelopes from his briefcase. "I am to give you the appropriate envelope after you make your decision." He said. I sighed and turned to John. "What are we going to do?" I asked.
"You and your sons need a place to live, and the books for research, as well as the weapons and things in the basement for your hunting trips." I said.
John sighed and rubbed his hands over his face.
"I think that Bobby knew exactly what he was doing." He said.
I sighed.
"This is not how I pictured my life." I said to no one in particular.
John chuckled. "Bobby Singer…that man always knew how to get what he wanted. I don't think we have a choice in the matter, and I did promise him that if anything ever happened to him, that I would make sure you were safe." He said.
I stopped and turned to John. "You did?" I asked. John nodded.
"Yes, I did." He said. I sighed and looked at the Lawyer. "If I do this, how long do we have to be married for?" I asked. The lawyer smiled.
"According to this letter, you have to stay married or everything gets taken." He said.
I sighed and looked at John. "I can't see any way out of this." I said. John shook his head.
"Neither can I." he replied. I knew what we had silently chosen. I turned to the lawyer and spoke.
"Yes, we will get married." I said. "Please sign." He said, pushing the will and proper paperwork towards us to sign.
We signed the paperwork and handed it back to the lawyer. The lawyer smiled and handed me an envelope.
I looked to John who nodded. "Go ahead and read it." He said.
I opened the envelope and a car popped out of it with a letter from my dad.
Dear John and Sidney,
You to Idgits finally came to your senses. Congrats on the marriage! John if you hurt my daughter, I'll haunt you!
John visually stilled and I chuckled and then continued to read
I will have given the lawyer instructions should you two decide to go through with my little game.
I know what you two must be thinking. I'm crazy, and I'm not denying it, just laughing about it.
John, you will fix the house up once and for all and make sure that it does not fall down on my little girl.
Sidney, you will clean it up and be the perfect homemaker wife that makes pie and is happy and singing all the time.
I don't want to hear any excuses, do it!
John chuckled and I gasped
Now, I have added some stipulations to this will, you can't go back now, that is your fault for not reading the letter before you agree.
You two will have inspections to make sure that you follow the rules.
I have also added something that you two are probably not going to like.
You two have to share a room and really be married. If this marriage is going to work, you two have to work together.
It's hard work, don't let me down.
Sidney, I know you probably hate me right now, but you will thank me later, I just wanted you to be taken care of.
John, take care of my little girl and treat her right.
You two have one week to get that house in order, or so help me, I'll come back! You will have surprise visits to make sure that everything is in order.
After the first year, the inspections will end.
There is one more thing. I have attached a form, which you have already signed.
There will be exams to make sure that you are both healthy, and after those exams, you have a month to complete your marriage completely.
I want grandkids, even if I'm not there to see them.
Now get!
I gasped. "This can't be happening." I said. John nodded in agreement.
"What was he thinking?" I asked.
"It's too late now, you have signed it, you are legally married on paper, I just have to officiate the ceremony." Said the lawyer.
I gasped. I looked down at what I was wearing. I was in jeans and a black shirt.
I looked at John who had his hand covering his mouth.
It looked like he was trying not to laugh. "What?" I asked. John shrugged.
"I better go get the boys." He said.
I nodded and watched as he left to go get the boys.