Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters of Dean and Sam (pouts). I do own the character of Aidan though.
"It didn't work." I kicked dirt at him before walking back to the car.
"No you don't. You don't get to walk away from this." Sam said with an even tone. I turned around glowering at him. He spit out blood and took slow steady steps toward me. Sam was pissed, furious even. "You don't get to be mad about me not calling Dad when you and Dean have been keeping something bigger from me." I didn't change my expression.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"I heard the voicemail Dean left Dad. The one about you and a demon." I looked to the ground guiltily. Sam was within inches of me. I knew Sam wouldn't be afraid to hit me. God knows he has done it before.
"Sam let's talk about this." Dean wedged himself between Sam and me. Dean knew that Sam would attack if he had too. Dean himself has broken up many fistfights between Sam and I.
"No Dean. This is between me and Sam." I step off to the side. Sam did the same. "We were going to tell you when we figured it out what it all meant." I tried to explain.
Sam scoffed. "What is there to figure out? A demon told you that he wanted me!" Sam yelled stepping closer.
"I was in the hospital and could of died and you never called Dad! The man may not be a saint but he deserves to know when one of his kids are sick!" I screamed back, completely changing the subject.
"I knew he wouldn't bother to come!"
"HE DESERVES TO KNOW!" I screamed so loud my voice cracked!
"Just like I deserved to know that some demonic son of a bitch is after me." Sam and I glared at each other for a while.
"You're a selfish bastard." I spit at him. "This is about your hatred for Dad. Dad would have never have known about Dean if I didn't call him. You were never going to do it."
"Right. I'm the selfish one. You're the bitch that's always running around trying to get her way." I let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through my hair.
"Your just jealous that Dad likes me better." After everything that the demon had told me and felt like a hypocrite with that statement but I knew I hit a nerve with Sam. He was beginning to clench and unclench his fists. Dean looked on nervously. Without warning Sam had me tackled to the dirt ground. I spun him around so I was on top of him. We wrestled, scratched, hit, and pulled each other's hair for a good five minutes. Sam finally had me completely pinned. I could hardly move.
"I was wrong." He said keeping a firm hold of my wrists. "I should have called Dad. I was really trying to look out for your feelings. It was never about my hatred for Dad. I never called him when Dean was in the hospital because I was too consumed on finding a way to help him." I sighed a bit.
"I should have told you about the demon." Sam let go of the grip he had on my wrists. He rolled off me and sat down. I sat up next to him. "I'm sorry." I apologized.
"Me too." I nodded accepting his apology. Sam and I completely understood where each other's heads were.
"If you two are done, we have to go. I just got some coordinates from Dad." Dean showed us the screen of his phone. He started to walk to the Impala. Sam jumped to his feet and held out his hand to help me up. I accepted. "You better wipe off that dirt before stepping foot in my car." Dean yelled from the driver's side of the car. I looked down seeing that I was completely covered in dirt and blood, as was Sam.
"Come on you can tell me about the demon during the ride." Sam said brushing some dirt off my shoulder.
I didn't tell Sam about the demon right away. Truth be told I didn't want to recite everything the demon had told me. I thought about leaving the parts about my mother out of it and just telling him about what the demon said about him.
"So start from the beginning." Sam commanded, turning in the passenger seat so he could make eye contact. We were only half way to Utah, which is where Dad wanted us to go. I took a few deeps breaths before beginning. I was good until I got to the part of my mother. Dean didn't even know of this part. I clenched my eyes blocking my tears from falling out.
"He told me my mother was some whore that Dad hired." My voice wavered. I noticed Dean shift in his seat a little. "But he was lying right?" I looked to Dean and Sam for some reassurance.
"I don't know. I was only four when you were born." Sam said. I looked to Dean. He closed his eyes and shook his head as to say, 'I knew this day would come sooner or later.'
"Dad was out on a hunt. I was taking care of Sam as usual. It was late. There was this knock at the door. I wasn't supposed to answer it but I didn't anyways." He sighed before continuing. "She just handed this basket to me. You were in it with some letter pinned to you. You couldn't have been more then a couple of days old." I didn't notice the tears I had falling down my cheeks until Sam handed me some tissues.
"Did she say anything to you?" I choked out.
"No, nothing. She just handed you to me and walked away" Dean answered.
"Did Dad want to keep me?"
"Of course he did. He stepped into Dad mode the instant he looked at you." Dean tried to assure me.
"So I'm not just some responsibility to him?" Dean looked at me confused for a second.
"Of course not. Dad loves you Aidan. Trust me on that." I nodded my head.
"So is that all the demon told you?" Sam questioned.
"Yeah, then he decided to throw me to the floor." I ran my hand down my chest. All those wounds had been stirred up again thanks to my fight with Sam.
"I can't believe some demon, that we have never heard of wants me." Sam turned in his seat and stared out the window.
"We will figure it out Sam." Dean's voice was short and curt.
The rest of the ride was silent. Particularly because Dean was sleeping in the passenger seat and because Sam and I didn't know what to say to each other.
"How you feeling?" Sam asked looking at me through the rearview mirror.
"A little sore." I stretched out my back a bit. "You?" I could see that his face was beginning to swell a bit.
"Same."
"Sorry that I hit you in the face." I looked down at my bruised knuckles.
"Let's just put it behind us."
"What? No sorry I tackled your ass to the ground. That really hurt you know." Sam was ready to argue until he saw me smile.
"We cool?" Sam asked hopefully.
"Yeah until you piss me off again." Sam laughed nodding in agreement.
We finally arrived to Utah and checked into a motel room. It was around 11pm.
"I'm fricken exhausted." I was ready to fall face first into the nearest bed but Dean grabbed the back of my shirt before I had the chance.
"If your sharing a bed with me you're going to wash up first." He said shoving my bag into my arms and pointing to the bathroom. I looked at the dried mud and blood that I had on me.
"Fine." I huffed heading toward the bathroom. This bathroom surprised me. There were no cockroaches that Sam or Dean needed to clean out first, it didn't take ten minutes for the hot water to come on and it looked like they actually cleaned after every person who rented out the room. It took about a half hour for me to wash everything off me. After drying off I rummaged threw my bag for something to wear. I settled on a pair of gray sweatpants and one of Dean's old AC/DC shirt that I had borrowed/stolen from him. I started to brush the tangles out of my hair. I couldn't help but wonder if I got my red hair from my mother. And my eyes, I have been told many times that I had the most piercing green eyes that anyone had ever seen. I shook the thoughts out of my head and threw my hair up in a messy ponytail.
"That's my shirt." Dean said when I emerged from the bathroom.
"No it's not." I said throwing my dirty clothes next to my bag. I would need to wash those tomorrow.
"No it totally is. I have been looking for that."
"No you haven't because it's not yours." I walked over to Sam to see what he was doing.
"Hey, see what you can find because I'm not finding anything that sounds relatively close to something we should check out." Sam got up from the table he was sitting at and went to the bathroom to shower. I was fricken exhausted. I didn't want to do any researching but I knew we none of would get any sleep unless we knew why Dad sent us here.
"If that's not my shirt then why is it so big on you?" Dean asked over the TV.
"Your excessive babbling is distracting me." I said not looking up from my computer screen. I smirked when Dean said nothing.
"What did you find?" Sam asked when he came out of the bathroom. I cringed slightly at the sight of all the bruises that I left on his body. Mine looked about the same.
"Absolutely nothing." Sam came over and looked over my shoulder.
"That's shocking." He said sarcastically when I saw the game of solitaire I was playing.
"Dude put a shirt on if your going to be that close to me." I went back to my game. Sam rolled his eyes and pulled on dark blue T-shirt. "There's nothing here. I don't why Dad sent us here." I leaned back in my chair watching my cards dance around after I won the game.
"There must be something, otherwise Dad would have never sent us. You just need to dig deeper." Dean said flipping through some of the channels on the TV.
"Then you start looking because we didn't find anything." My tone was a bit bitterer then I had intended but it was nearly midnight and I was exhausted so my patience was a bit stretched.
"Maybe I will." Dean stood up and walked over to me. He pulled me out of the chair and started to do his own researching. A knock at the door startled all three of us. It was after midnight. Who would be coming to our door now? Dean jumped up to answer it.
"Dad." Dean said.
"Very funny Dean. Shut the door your letting all the bugs in." I said completely consumed by the old movie I was watching.
"Hello Aidan Rose." Dad's strong voice filled the room. I nearly fell off the bed.
"Dad." I choked out trying to cry at the sight of him. Sam and Dean shared the same expression of relief and shock. Dean shut the door behind him. Dad started to look around the room.
"Why are there no salt lines around the windows and doors?" He asked. We all looked at each other waiting for the other one to respond.
"It's good to see you Dad." I said ignoring his question.
"It's good to see you too baby girl. " Dad engulfed me into a tight hug. I winced in pain but accepted the big hug from him. Dad and Dean then shared a similar hug. Dad and Sam looked at each other.
"It's been a long time Sammy." Dad said.
"Too long." Sam said with tears in his eyes. They walked to each other and hugged. Dad stepped back and looked between Sam and I.
"What happened to the two of you?" Dad voice was a tad on the angry side. Sam and I gave each other a sideways glance. Dad gave us an expectant look. I knew that look; I couldn't lie to that look.
"Sam and I had a bit of a misunderstanding." I answered as vaguely as I could.
"A little misunderstanding?" Dad repeated. He was definitely in Dad mode now.
"Yes sir." I said with my hands tucked deeply into the pockets of my sweatpants.
"You two are still fighting with each other?" Dad said a little disappointed.
"Were a lot better then we were." I tried to explain.
"Looks like it." Dad sighed and turned to Dean. "You just let them fight with each other like this." Dean looked to the floor.
"It's not Dean's fault." Sam said coming to Dean's defense. "I started it."
"Well it looks like we all have a lot of explaining to do." Dad sat down at the table waiting for one of us to begin.
A/N: There you have it, Papa Winchester! I love John so I will try and not paint him in a bad light. I think this story is coming to an end soon but not so soon if you get my drift. Sad I know but have no fear I have great ideas for this story. Next Chapter: The Winchester siblings explain everything to their Dad and Papa Winchester gives an explanation on why he is there and more juicy goodness. REVIEW!