Dean walked me to an older looking house. "Get behind me." Dean said pulling my arm and pushing me behind him. "What's wrong?"
"It's just I haven't seen my parents in four years and I don't even remember what they look like. What if they don't recognize me?" I questioned hugged Dean from around the back.
"It will be fine." He smiled turning his head toward me.
"Promise?"
"Promise." He whispered ringing the doorbell.
The door opened and there stood a man. "Honey, Dean is here!" He shouted through the house.
"Dean what are you doing here?" A woman said walking next to the man as the man put his arm around her shoulders.
"Yeah and how is our little girl doing?" The man questioned sounding sad.
"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Dean asked pulling me in front of him.
"Rikki?" The man asked with tears forming in his eyes. "You don't remember me do you?" He said as I nodded my head, no. "Oh my god it is you. I'm your father." He smiled with tears streaking down his cheeks. "Bay it's our-"
"I see her." My mom said tearing up and dropped down to her knees, hugged and kissed me. "My god!" She cried as my dad joined in the hug. "Thank you so much, Dean." She smiled looking up with tears still in her eyes.
"You're welcome." He smiled watching our little family reunion.
"Let's go inside." My mom said walking into the door of the house.
"Bay she can't stay." Dean said following Bay into the house.
"I know the risks you are taking." Bay whispered to Dean. "How long can we have her?" Bay questioned as River carried me into the house.
"I'd say only a couple hours. Spencer will soon realize she is gone."
"Spencer…" My mom trailed off shaking with anger.
"Sweetheart, calm down so we can enjoy what little time we have with our daughter." My dad said placing me on the couch but kept me in his arms like if he let go of me I would disappear. "Dean you have been coming here for years bringing news but this is the best gift you could ever give us."
"How did you get her out of there?"
"Simple, I walked through the door." Dean smirked sitting in an armchair across from me.
"Dean." My mom said hitting him in the back of the head.
"Hey what was that for?" He questioned chuckling.
"Serious answer." My mom smiled sweetly sitting next to me on the couch. I looked around the house and memories started to surface in my mind. The walls were still a light shade of yellow and littered with all of my art work, the couch still had the stain of my apple juice on the cushion, but the TV seemed to have been upgraded since I had left. They had plastered the hole in the wall that leaked from the bathroom upstairs and windows were slightly open to let in the calm breeze.
"Well I don't know if you really want to know the serious answer but okay. Umm Spencer has chosen Rikki to be his uhh bride." Dean said shielding his head.
"He has chosen her?!" River shouted balling up his fists. "He takes her away from us and then he has the nerve to pick her?! He doesn't have the right!"
"Actually he does." Dean said peeking out from under his arm shield. "He is the head of the council and the head of the cloaks in the castle. Spencer has more jurisdiction than his father ever had; he can do anything and no one will question him not unless you want to end up dead like his father."
"I can't believe he killed his father."
"Now we have no proof of that." Dean said putting down his shield only to get hit by my mom again.
"Everybody knows he did it; even if there is no proof!" My mom shouted. "Behind every rumor there is so much truth!"
"Yes there is indeed." Dean said as my mom walked over to my dad and whispered in his ear.
"Rikki, why don't we go in the kitchen and make my famous pancakes?"
"You mean great grandma's Soufflé Pancake with Apple-Pear Compote?"
"Of course; what else?" He questioned getting up and taking my hand in his and we walked to the kitchen together my father started getting out the ingredients but I was too busy trying to listen to my mom and Dean who were still in the living room.
"I see the way you look at my daughter. Dean what do you want with Rikki" My mom half-whispered.
"I am fighting it but I look at your daughter and see so much of you. I see what I fell in love with, only intensified and I want your blessing."
"What makes you think she will choose you? I mean you are only trying to go after me; just like Spencer."
"That's where you are wrong Bay. I am not going to force her into anything and that's more than you can say about Spencer. I have been watching and protecting your daughter from harm for years. That was your command and I have watched her go through so much. She might not choose me but I will make for damn certain that her chose is never forced by anyone. She deserves more; they all do."
"I know."
"You would think after all these years that we would be treated as equals. It has become harder and harder to understand the difference between us but they never let us forget how pure they are on the outside. We are pure on the inside; our faces might not be much to look at but at least we know who we are." Dean sighed. "I can't believe I got mixed up in something like this. Bay, do you remember what I said to you the day you told me the truth about why you had fallen into my lap?"
"That fate had brought us together to show us that we were the same. Fate now brings us here and what are we doing? We are playing right into their hands not with us but with our children. We are no match for them and they know it. I look at how my daughter has aged without me or her father and now she is being forced into something that neither I nor anybody else can protect her from. Spencer will get what he wants; he always does."
"Did he get you?" Dean questioned as I heard him get up from the arm chair he was sitting in. My dad and I had made the pancakes but that didn't distract me from listening to the conversation about me. Dragons have an acute sense of hearing and can listen to things miles and miles away. I had heard about all I needed to, I have made a vow to take down Spencer and become free on my own terms.
"We better get going." Dean smiled in the doorway of the kitchen.
"You just brought her here and I will not let her leave; not yet." My dad said putting his arms around me.
"Honey, you know how suspicious Spencer can get and Dean did us a huge favor. So we have to listen to what he has to say and abide by his rules." My mom said walking next to my dad.
"Okay but can we at least have a family dinner like we used to?" My dad asked not moving his arms from around me.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt but we have to get back to the castle before stores close and we still have to go shopping."
"Alright we will make it quick." My dad said letting go of me, picked up the plate of pancakes and headed to the dining room.
It was the first time in a long time that I didn't have to share my rations or go hungry because I couldn't have seconds. We talked like we used to when I was a kid but it was really hard to be a part of the conversation because despite the fact they were my parents; I didn't know them. This is all I have ever wanted, to get back to normal but I have been outside of normal for so long. I don't think I could ever be who I was when I was a kid; so innocent and happy.
"You okay Rikki?" My dad asked me jarring me out of my glazed over daydream.
"Yes I am." I said taking the last bite of my stack of pancakes. After dinner Dean and I were going to go back into town.
"Thank you, Dean and for what it's worth you have my blessing." My mom smiled as we all stood in the doorway. "I love you, Rikki." My mom said bending down, kissed and hugged me.
"I miss you so much and I hope you never forget the love we have for each other in this family." My dad said with tears in his eyes. "I am not good at this; give me a little while and I can adapt to any conditions your new life has made for you. I will see and watch you grow up. Like a good father should." He said as tears escaped his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. "I love you." He said giving me a hug and kissed me on the forehead.
Dean and I walked back into town and explored more clothing stores. He brought me the dress I had first tried on and I tried on some others. Spencer was strict with was kind of style he wanted me to have. The dresses had to be slim fitted, it either had to show cleavage or accentuate the breasts and they had to look innocent and cute.
I pulled out a dress that was black with thin black spaghetti straps dispersed far out near the shoulder, pink satin ribbon detailing, knee length, drop waist, scarf bottom, skirting and embellished with pink satin ribbons. I tried it on and loved the way it felt and the way it looked on me. I never knew what kind of figure I had because our day clothes all looked the same no matter if we were male or female. Our day clothes were like a jump suit and they were dark blue with a zipper in the front; we were required to wear them zipped up all the way.
I also tried on a sheer dress with lovely rhinestone center buttons and side pockets with
sheer pink, blue and white material. It was cute and I liked it. At the end I had picked out a couple more dresses, Dean paid for them with Spencer's credit card. We were finally walking back to the castle and I didn't want to go back. I loved the freedom I had out here.
"Why must everybody else have freedom and I am stuck in a castle where I am a prisoner?"
"You deserve to be free; everybody living in that castle deserves it as well."
"It's not fair!" I shouted kicking some dirt.
"It will all be alright in the end. Spencer will get what's coming to him and you guys will all be free to live your life however you want to; at that point though I don't know if you could handle your freedom."
"Why do you say that?" I asked looking at him.
"Well to be in captivity for so long and then be thrown into the real world, you might not be able to live without the structured life style you have now." Dean sighed. "It will be really hard but I have no doubt in my mind that you will all make it. You guys are dragons and once you have grown into your powers you will be strong enough to all stand against him. He doesn't understand what he is putting himself into."
I don't own Supernatural, Dean or Sam but everything else you do not recognize from the show is mine.