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 looked at Dean who rolled his eyes, he wasn't going to be the one to freak the girl out.
"How do we actually know that you're my daughter?" Dean asked suspiciously and Angelina groaned.
"Dude, my eyes are like yours and I'm the daughter of the girl you used to date, who by the way never fell in love with another man after you left so there is no doubt that I am yours," she huffed. "So what is so big that you have to actually check that I'm your daughter?"
"Do you believe in the supernatural?" Sam asked.
"I read supernatural books, yeah I do," Angelina replied. "Or at least I believe in angels," at that Dean snorted and Sam rolled his eyes. "What?"
"Nothing," Dean said. "Sammy, do we really have to?"
"Yes," Sam replied firmly. "Angelina, everything supernatural that you have read about exist,"
"You're kidding?" Angelina gaped at her father and uncle.
"Unfortunately not," Dean sighed, this was not how he thought she would take it. "We hunt it,"
"As in kill?"
"Yes, because they're not the clean, cut and nice creatures that the novels lead you to believe," Sam answered. "They actually kill and destroy people,"
"So it's our job to kill them so they don't hurt anybody else," Dean added. "Our dad brought us up with it after our mother was killed by a demon,"
"I'm sorry," Angelina muttered and they nodded."Can I come with you?"
"No," Dean said instantly.
"Why not?" Angelina challenged glaring at her father who shifted, her glared scared him, it reminded him of Ava.
"Because we travel around a lot and hunting is no place for a sixteen year old girl who is still in school," Dean said.
"I don't want to go into foster care," Angelina whined looking pleadingly at Dean. "I've heard horrible things about the foster care system,"
"I'm inclined to agree with her Dean," Sam said looking at his brother.
"Sammy, we're meant to be dead," Dean reminded him. "How do you think child services would feel about us being alive, felons and wanting to take in a sixteen year old child?"
"Why are you meant to be dead and how are you felons?" Angelina asked interestedly.
"We're felons because our job demands us to impersonate federal agents and desecrate graves and we are meant to be dead because an FBI Agent faked our deaths because we helped him out with a demon problem," Sam explained and Angelina nodded.
"I honestly don't care about that, I will do anything to avoid foster care," Angelina replied.
"Dean, I don't mind having her tag along," Sam said glancing at Dean.
"Please dad," Angelina pleaded and Dean jerked like he had been shocked, it was the first time that she had called him that and it pierced him. It awakened an instinct in him, to protect his daughter, to care for her and just be there for her.
"Fine," he caved. "Where do I sign the papers?"
"I've got child services on speed dial, can you believe it?" she scoffed as she reached for the cordless handset and hit the speed dial button.
She talked to whoever was on the phone and they agreed to meet her father which she was so excited about although she was nervous about how they would react to him having no stable home and a criminal past.
After about ten minutes of waiting the doorbell rang and Angelina went to open it.
"Hello Angelina," a lady in her mid forties said in a sweet voice with a smile on her face.
"Hi Mrs James," Angelina said forcing a smile onto her face, she had never liked her social worker, there was something that screamed 'fake' about her.
"So I hear that you finally tracked down your father," Mrs James said walking into the house and sitting down in the living room. That was another thing that annoyed Angelina to no end, Mrs James made herself at home like she had been living there forever.
"Yes I have," Angelina said and even she could hear the pride in her own voice.
"Who is he?" Mrs James asked not even noticing Sam and Dean sitting there.
"Him," Angelina pointed to Dean who cleared his throat, Mrs James peered through her thick black square glasses at him.
"And you would be?"
"Dean Winchester," Dean replied sticking out his hand for her to shake and she took it gingerly as though afraid he would hurt her.
"You are Angelina's father?"
"Yes," he answered.
"How can I be sure? How do I know that you haven't brainwashed her and are attempting to abduct her?" Mrs James inquired and Angelina rolled her eyes.
"Would you like me to desrcibe my last meeting with Angelina's mother, Ava, sixteen years ago?" Dean asked sarcastically.
"No thank you," Mrs James replied delicately shuddering. "Now there are a few standard questions that I have to ask you,"
"It's not like I'm adopting her, she's my daughter," he replied impatiently.
"I know that," Mrs James said. "But it's procedure."
"Look Mrs James, it's not really neccessary, it states in mum's will that if anything were to happen to her that I would go straight into the care of my father," Angelina broke in.
"How do you know that?" Mrs James asked.
"I looked at her will, her lawyer said I could," Angelina defended. "Everything in the house and the house itself automatically goes to me and I automatically go into the care of my father,"
"Well then," Mrs James said snapping her breif case shut and standing up, she smoothed down her pristine black skirt, adjusted her glasses and looked at Angelina. "This is goodbye,"
"Goodbye," Angelina replied as she followed Mrs James to the door and shut it behind her. "Good riddance," she muttered walking back into the lounge room.
"Well we better hit the road," Dean said standing up and stretching.
"Is this house really yours?" Sam asked curiously.
"Yes," Angelina replied. "The bank doesn't own it anymore, I do and mum's life innsurance pays for the morgage so I don't have to worry about that. If there is a job close to here then we can stay here,"
"That's good," Dean said. "Now go pack,"
"What am I packing?"
"Clothes, toiletries and anything else you can think of," Sam answered. "And preferably an iPod because Dean likes to listen to music like Metellica over and over again,"
"Sure," Angelina replied skipping upstairs, she was going away with her father! She was still having trouble believing that.
"Dude," Dean looked at Sam, offended about his comment about his choice of music.
"What?" Sam shrugged.
"Don't knock my music," Dean scowled.
"It's true," Sam shrugged again and Dean scowled even more heavily at him.
Angelina bounded back down the stairs with a bag of her stuff.
"Alright, let's go," Dean said his heart warming at the sight of her.
They stepped out of the house and walked back down to the diner where Angelina saw the best car in her opinion. A '67 Chevy Impala.
"This is an awesome car!" she exclaimed.
"You know cars?" Dean asked shocked.
"Sure," Angelina shrugged as if wasn't that big a deal.
They got into the car and as Dean started it Metellica blasted from the car and Angelina rolled her eyes at the choice of music.