Eight

Dean watched as Future Dean leaned over to his daughter in the driver's seat, looking somewhat nervous. Dean had always had a rule that no one, but he and Sam drove Baby, but he figured if anyone else should get to drive his precious Impala it might as well be his daughter and eventually his son. Dean watched from the front porch step where Holly had landed them. He felt a small smirk form on his face.

"You are seriously not playing Incubus in my car," Future Dean groaned, the window was down and the band's signature song "Drive" was playing. "It's like a nod against everything I stand for."

"Music is essential in the car," his daughter argued. "What better and more appropriate song than one entitled "Drive" and personally dad I like this song."

"Baby can't handle the mellow tunes," Future Dean explained. "She likes the classics."

"Bach and Beethoven?" his daughter laughed.

"What do I look like a girl to you," Future Dean gave her a look. "Classic rock princess, it's like engraved into Baby's soul and mine and hopefully one day, yours."

"Ever stop to ask Baby what it thinks?" his daughter asked.

"She not it," Future Dean remarked. "And well when Baby decides to grow two legs and turn human I'll let you know."

Dean watched as Future Dean instructed his daughter on the gas pedal and the brake and how to put the Impala into drive. His daughter did so flawlessly and started off down the street. Holly flew Dean and her into the back seat of the Impala. It felt weird, sitting in the back of his car. There was a special car seat in the middle for Future Dean's son. His daughter was doing great so far from what Dean could gather. Future him seemed a bit nervous, but otherwise he was doing well with the fact that his daughter was driving his precious Baby. They went all around the neighborhood. His daughter did flawlessly, but when they were almost right in front of the house she hit a bump and the trunk popped open a bit giving a warning signal. His daughter pulled over and Holly zapped her and Dean out of the back seat of the car.

"I've been meaning to get that fixed," Future Dean said, getting out of the car, his daughter did too. "Damn trunk's loose."

"I'll go shut it." His daughter volunteered. A look of sudden panic came over Future Dean and he tried to rush over there first, but his daughter beat him to it. She went to shut the trunk, but as she looked at the edge of the top of the trunk she saw red paint. There were also white scratches on the trunks sides, in the shape of demonic pentagrams. His daughter gave a look of confusion before lifting the trunk up all the way.

"Shit…" Dean sighed.

"Uh dad," his daughter said with clear concern in her voice. "What is this?"

"Um," Future Dean stammered a bit. "It's nothing."

"It's not nothing," his daughter gave him a look. "Dad you have demonic symbols on your car. Why?"

"It's something me and Uncle Sammy used to do ok," Future Dean tried to shut the trunk. "We don't do it as much anymore…"

"What is it exactly that you don't do as much anymore?" his daughter questioned him, crossing her arms.

"Something I'd hoped you'd never find." Future Dean was getting sick of discussing it, Dean could tell.

"Does this family worship Satan," she asked. "Cuz I mean if we do I don't care, but from what I heard Papa's brother is kind of a jerk."

"There is no way in hell we worship Satan," Future Dean shut the trunk hard, making his daughter jump. "It's called hunting ok and it's something you're never going to do."

"Hunting as in deer?" she asked.

"Hunting," Future Dean said. "As in: things that go bump in the night."

"Monsters?" she asked.

"Oh you're in deep buddy." Dean said.

"That's enough of that." Future Dean started to walk away.

"Wait no," his daughter ran after him. "You and Uncle Sammy hunt monsters down and kill them!"

"Only if they've done something wrong," Future Dean muttered. "Stop asking about it."

"That's so cool," she looked excited. "I wanna do that!"

"No," Future Dean raised his voice and said sternly. "You don't and more importantly you won't ever!"

She looked extremely put off by what Future Dean had said. She glared at him.

"Well screw you too!" she exclaimed and stormed inside the house. Castiel was in the living room, playing with their son. He looked over just in time to see their daughter stomp up the stairs in rage and slam her door shut shortly after. Future Dean came in behind her, a frustrated look on his face. Dean and Holly followed shortly after, watching the interaction between husbands.

"I take it the driving didn't go well?" Castiel asked, chuckling slightly.

"That part went fine," Future Dean came over; his son was playing with plastic toy animals. "She saw the trunk Cas…"

Castiel went silent.

"I should've gotten the damn thing fixed…" Future Dean sat down in the armchair.

Castiel stood to leave their son, who was too engrossed in playing whatever make believe scenario he had going at the moment to even notice Dean's cussing. Castiel kneeled in front of Future Dean, taking his hand and rubbing the back of it with his thumb. Future Dean looked up at him.

"You should talk to her," Castiel said. "After she calms down a little, she deserves an explanation."

"She'll want to do it too." Future Dean expressed his worry.

"That is her personal choice," Castiel explained. "You can't prevent her from doing anything Dean; all you can do is explaining to her why you are worried. Whatever she does after this is her life."

Future Dean stared at Castiel for a moment before sighing and kissing him. He pulled back and Castiel smiled.

"You're right Cas," Future Dean said. "And that's exactly what I'll do, but first…how's my little champ doing?"

Future Dean went over to his son and his son smiled big. He replied with a "good" and invited Future Dean to play with him. Dean watched as Future Dean sat down and started to play make believe with his son.

The event faded and Holly and Dean stood outside his daughter's bedroom. Future Dean stood, knocking on it.

"Open up," he said. "Please…"

He waited, he hesitated, he contemplated leaving, but then the door swung open and his daughter stood there, still looking a bit miffed, but that she'd mostly gotten over it. Future Dean rubbed the back of his neck then held two bags of gummi bears.

"I come bearing peace offerings," Future Dean said. "And a chance to explain myself."

His daughter rolled her eyes and motioned for him to enter. She huffed as she sat down on her bed, a bit away from him. Future Dean handed her a bag of gummi bears, but she refused to hold them so he placed them by her thigh. He took the other bag for himself and opened it, taking one out and tossing it up into his mouth. He smiled at her, but she looked away.

"Look," Future Dean said. "What Uncle Sammy, Papa, and I used to do it's not glamorous by any means. Coming home covered in ectoplasm and werewolf spit and blood. Trust me the blood is worse than a really bad period."

"TMI dad." his daughter muttered.

"It's true and it's very hard to get out of clothes," Future Dean chuckled a bit. "Anyway, it's not fun at all, it's hard work. It requires a lot of skill, diner food, cheap motels, deep gashes and stitches without morphine. It's not the best line of work."

"But it's thrilling right," she started to come out of her shell. "It's fulfilling."

"Well yeah," Future Dean said. "I'm gonna be honest. Hell yeah it is. But it's dangerous."

"So is driving a car," she replied. "So is every time you walk outside. No one knows what's going to happen to them dad."

"True," Future Dean replied. "But this is a different kind of danger. The one I don't want to lose my only daughter to."

She looked over at him.

"Look," Future Dean turned to look at her. "I love you. More than my own life. You're my daughter, my pride, my joy, my reason for waking up in the morning. You've saved me in ways you can't even imagine. I don't ever wanna lose you before I have to. You're my entire world. I can't let my world stop spinning."

His daughter smiled. She cracked, she hugged him hard. He held her tight as if he'd never let her go, running a comforting hand over her back. There were tiny tears in her eyes and as she pulled away, she wiped them. Future Dean moved the hair from her eyes.

"Hey," he said. "I betcha I can catch more gummi bears in my mouth than you?"

"Oh," she got a determined look in her eyes. "You're on!"

Laughter, side splitting laughter was what broke out next. Dean watched as both he and his future daughter tried their hardest to catch the gummi bears the opposite person threw in their mouths. But mostly it ended up in a few being caught and Future Dean falling off of her bed trying to catch one and ending up with a thud on the floor. His daughter fell back in loud laughter and Future Dean smiled at her pure un-edited laughter. It was real. It was enough to make Future Dean start chuckling again himself.

"Come," Holly said to Dean. "It seems as though the nurse has decided you have to eat again."

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