I do not own Supernatural, it belongs to Eric Kripke.
I do own Angelina and all the other characters that don't belong in the series.
I am in serious need of a Beta so if anyone wants to beta my stories I would be really grateful.
Sam politely cleared his throat and Ruby took this as her cue to leave, she put a comforting hand on Angelina's shoulder before walking back behind the counter.
"Is there somewhere we can talk?" he asked.
"Yeah, my house," Angelina replied although if she went into the foster system it wouldn't be her house for much longer.
"How far is it from here?" Dean asked still trying to process the fact that he had a sixteen year old daughter.
"Not far," Angelina answered.
"Lead the way," Dean said as he put money on the table and walked out of the diner with Sam and Angelina following, he stepped aside and let Angelina lead.
She led them down two streets and towards a two story house; she unlocked the door and stepped inside with them.
"This is a nice house," Dean said as he looked around. "Ava did always like the simple but fancy stuff,"
Angelina allowed him and Sam to wander around the house to look around. There were lots of photos of a red-headed, brown-eyed woman with a red-headed, green-eyed young girl growing up.
"Tell us about yourself Angelina," Sam said once they were seated in the lounge room and Angelina had made a cup of coffee for both Sam and Dean and a milo for herself.
"What do you want to know?" Angelina asked.
"Everything," Dean said looking as though he could never look at her enough.
"Where to begin," she muttered blowing a strand of red hair out of her face. "Well I was born here in Charlotte and I grew up with mum. She told me that my father was a guy named Dean Winchester and I had gotten my like of pie from him. I grew up with my mum telling me everything about my father, that he was an amazing guy and that he was someone she had fallen completely and utterly in love with him,"
"Really?" Dean broke in ignoring Sam's look that clearly said 'let her tell the story.'
"Yes," Angelina smiled. "I am a huge fan of supernatural/mystery novels, I love reading and hanging out with my friends, Ruby's one of them. I also love drawing and my mum said I could have started an art studio if I wanted to but I never wanted to do that,"
"Are they your drawings that I saw upstairs?" Sam asked curiously.
"Yeah they are," Angelina answered surprised that Sam had noticed that.
"They are really good," Sam said remembering the drawings of animals and landscapes that he had seen upstairs.
"Thanks," Angelina blushed. "It's really not that big a deal though,"
"Are you kidding?" Dean asked incredulously. "That is a big deal,"
"Enough about me," Angelina said still blushing. "Tell me about you,"
"W-why do you want to know about us?" Dean stuttered and Angelina looked at him, she had caught him completely off guard.
"You're my father," she replied simply. "Unless you are able to take me in I am forced into the foster system for two years,"
"Can we have a minute?" Sam asked.
"Sure," Angelina said standing up and walking into the kitchen to check on the cookies she had made before she went to the diner.
Sam and Dean looked at each other waiting for someone to talk first.
"Dean, we need to tell her the truth," Sam broke the silence.
"What?" Dean sounded shocked. "What the hell for?"
"Because she is your daughter and she deserves the truth,"
"She'll freak out and run the moment that she finds out,"
"Dean, she said that she loves supernatural novels,"
"No Sam!"
"It's either that or going into the foster system and if I were Angelina I would choose you and the truth," Sam said forcefully.
"Fine," Dean said glaring at his younger brother knowing that he wouldn't get a good argument in with Sam peddling the whole foster care system argument. "Angelina, you can come back in now!" he called into the kitchen.
"Are you going to tell me about you?" Angelina asked coming back into the lounge room with a choc chip cookie.
"Yes," Dean said. "Against my better judgement I am going to tell you,"
"It's a fair bit to take in so I suggest you get comfortable and don't freak out," Sam said and Angelina's green eyes grew as wide as dinner plates when she heard this, what could be so big?