Dad held me for a few more minutes before he pulled away from the hug. He looked into my eyes and studied me for a moment before he got off the bed.
"I need some air," he breathed before grabbing his jacket and heading out of the motel door. I felt slightly hurt but I knew that he needed time to adjust. It wasn't everyday that your daughter landed in the middle of a road.
"I need to go. I'll be back later," Castiel said in dead tone, he took one last look at me before disappearing into thin air. I was now left with my uncle Dean. This was going to be awkward.
"I'm sorry I'm causing all this trouble for you Uncle Dean," I said before realising I had called him Uncle Dean. He is not going to take that well.
"I-Its alright. Can you tell me more? I mean about the future," He asked before sitting on the bed opposite me. It was so strange seeing him this calm. I had grown up with a broken version of this man. After Dad had died he was never the same. He had raised me well but it had not always been perfect.
"Are you sure?" I asked not wanting him to say yes.
"I'm not going to be able to help change it if I don't know what I'm changing," He replied.
"Everything was great till I turned seven, that's when the Lagoran's first came into view of the hunting community. They killed Dad when I was eight. You found me under the bed crying, you rushed me out of the room and hugged me for tightly for the rest of the night. You told me a few years later it was because you missed him and I was the last thing connecting you to him. You eventually let me train as a hunter but that wasn't enough for me, I wanted to know more so at fifteen I was trained by a master assassin. You raised me after Dad died, I can never thank you for that," I cried as I told him about the future, I could tell by the look on his face he was trying to absorb all the new information.
"What caused you to come back here?"
"We lost. We fucking lost the war. Everyone was dead. John and Sam had died as well," I sobbed trying to maintain my composure but it was all coming foward.
"John and Sam?" Dean asked confused.
"Your sons and my cousins," I said sadly, it broke my heart to see his face contort into one of pain and misery.
"They died. When?" he asked with tears on his the edge of his eyes.
"They were killed by the same Lagoran fucker that killed you and Sam, the last time I fought him he put me in a coma for three months. I was the only one left with any fight left in me. I found one of Bobby's old books. There is a small hole that allowed me to travel back so I jumped off the San Francisco bridge and landed in front of your car," I explained quickly, it felt like I was ripping out a band aid off in one swift motion if I didn't stop.
"I think I've heard enough about death. How did I raise you? I'm not exactly the best father figure in the world," he joked as he wiped away some stray tears from his cheeks.
"You gave me the impala," I laughed "You trained me to be a hunter and then I trained further and came back when I was seventeen after leaving when I was fourteen. You used to find me curled up in the passenger seat of the impala when I was nine. It was where Dad used to be so I usually snuck into the car and slept there. We only really ever had one big fight and it's one that I forgave you for," I said before bowing my head in shame.
"What did we fight over? What happened?"
"It was over Dad. You wanted to keep me enclosed at the base but I wanted to go and hunt the langoran bastard down. I yelled at you that he was gone and never coming back. I was angry and told you that you weren't my dad and you needed to stop acting like you were. You lost your temper and slapped me. I deserved it though. I was a real bitch that day," I explained.
"I'm sorry," he said apologetically. I want to laugh slightly at the fact he was the one apologising. This version of my Uncle Dean had not done anything wrong.
"Sam was a great Dad by the way. He looked after me, he was always moaning at you to turn down the damn music because I was sleeping in the back of the impala."
"Sounds like Sam," Dean smiled "What about your mum?"
My heart felt like it had been stabbed repeatedly by tiny needles when he asked me about my mum. I never really met her.
"She-" I cleared my throat "She died because of me. She died during childbirth," I said stoically. I decided not to let my pain about that be released.
"Maybe we can change that."
"I hope we can," I smiled.
"I seriously gave you the Impala," he asked as if I had been joking earlier. I let out a little laugh.
"Yeah, you gave to me when I was eighteen. John and Sam were pissed, they always thought they would inherit it. It's still going strong in my time," I explained to him.
"That's my baby," he smiled as he played with the Impala keys in his hands.