Ten

"Dad," Dean turned his head to see they were in the house once again and his daughter was complaining about something. "I can't believe you won't let me do this!"

"For the last time," Future Dean exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air clearly frustrated as hell. "I will not allow that!"

"You and Papa do it all the time," his daughter yelled right back. "Why can't I?"

"Cuz you're too young!" Future Dean replied tired of arguing with her.

"I am not too young," she shot back. "I'm eighteen years old!"

Dean's mind at first went somewhere it probably shouldn't have. His eyes widened and he felt the strong urge to leave the room. He could feel his cheeks heating up. He and Castiel didn't really…did they?

"I just want to learn to shoot dad," his daughter argued. "Is that too much to ask, to know how to protect myself?"

Dean let out a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding and smiled in relief.

"Pervert," Holly remarked and Dean shot her a look. "You really went there of all places?"

"Hey," Dean defended. "I'm a forty year old male with…thoughts."

"That talk comes later." Holly said.

"Oh joy." Dean turned his attention back him and his future daughter.

"I forbid it because you have no need to protect yourself from anything you'd need to use a gun for," Future Dean argued. "If someone broke in, you'd call your Papa. He'd take care of it."

"What if something broke in instead?" his daughter asked, crossing her arms and Future Dean heaved a sigh. She'd never let up about creatures and things of that nature ever since she'd accidentally stumbled upon his trunk and everything in it. "What about then dad?"

"The probability of that happening," Future Dean said. He and Sam hadn't hunted in years. They'd left it to others who didn't have children to worry about. "Is zero to none."

"Those odds can always change," his daughter still argued. "That's what happens dad. Odds change."

"You're impossible you know that," Future Dean rolled his eyes. "Just like Cas."

"Well," she met her father's gaze. "I am his daughter. I got the logic from him and the stubbornness from you."

"I can agree with that ten times over," Future Dean replied, turning back towards her. He'd turned his back to her to leave, but after her last reply he found himself unable to. "Is it too late to ask Annahita for a refund?"

"Very funny." His daughter smirked and Future Dean chuckled.

Future Dean finally sighed heavily and ran his fingers across his chin.

"Go to the trunk of the Impala," he said, still not thrilled about the idea. "And pick out a gun."

His daughter ran off excitedly and Dean watched Future him roll his eyes for the fifth time in that entire conversation. The scene suddenly changed again and Dean and Holly were standing in Bobby's junkyard. Dean heard the familiar sound of his handgun and spun around to see Future him and his daughter down the way. She was aiming at some homemade targets and very focused as Future Dean instructed her how stand and when to pull the trigger. Dean couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked, how gracefully she held the gun. There was something grand about it, but there was also something sad about it. Like she was made to hold it, Dean hated to think like that. Her long black and wavy hair fanned out across her shoulders and blew in the breeze. The pop that erupted through the air was almost deafening after she let go of the trigger. It was a perfect bull's eye.

"Nice job," Future Dean said as his daughter handed him the gun in the palm of his hand. "But not as nice as your old man."

"You're such a show off." she rolled her eyes and looked over at the burnt rubble from where Bobby's house used to stand. Her smiled faded slowly and she stared as if she were looking at a ghost. Future Dean walked up beside her and sighed.

"I wish you could've met him," He remarked. "He'd love you and your brother."

"What was he like?" she asked, leaning into her father's side even though she was older now she still enjoyed being near him.

"The best man I've ever known," Future Dean said. "The most selfless, the kindest, the wisest, the most loyal and courageous man I've ever met in my life."

"He sounds like he was a hero." She replied.

"He was to me and Uncle Sammy." Future Dean nodded and unlatched his daughter from his side. "C'mon it's getting late. Papa's doing some things for his…work. What say we go to our diner?"

"Sounds awesome!" she exclaimed and ran with great speed to the car. Future Dean cleaned up the makeshift shooting range and hopped into the driver's seat. He sped off away from where Bobby's house had stood and down the road a few miles before he and his daughter reached their favorite diner. The parking lot was full and Future Dean wondered if he could even find a parking spot, luckily he did. The pair walked in and the bell sounded off. Future Dean smiled politely at the waitress and waved. She waved back and pointed to their favorite booth. Dean and Holly followed after them and no one seemed to notice. A few customers exiting even walked right through them as usual. Dean and Holly sat at the booth nearby, the one Dean and she had been seated in the first time he'd seen he had a daughter in the future.

"Tic tac toe?" he asked as he pulled out two pieces of blank white paper and smiled.

"Actually dad," she replied. "I'd rather draw, like we used to?"

"No one ever said we couldn't ever again." Future Dean smiled bigger and handed her a piece of paper and a box of crayons. His daughter smiled and started to sketch as best she could in crayon. He fingers worked methodically and both Deans watched as she crafted a magnificent red and purple flower out of nothing, but wax and her brain. Future Dean smiled and Dean broke into one too. He was glad her childlike wonder still hadn't fully escaped her. At least he was glad what he'd seen wasn't gone. Future Dean had neglected his drawing of a dog, a rather bad drawing, just to watch her. She didn't stop, not until the bell chimed and she looked up to see a boy about her age.

"Hey." He smiled at her and waved before picking up what he'd ordered.

"Hey Billy." She blushed and went back to what she'd been doing after he was gone. Taking a sip of the milkshake she'd ordered every so often.

"S'at the same Billy that called you an ugly face in second grade?" Future Dean smirked.

"People change." His daughter explained.

Dean smirked. So his future daughter had a crush? Lord knows the boy she had it on probably had had one on her since he'd called her that. Holly stared at them too and Dean saw the look cross her eyes again before disappearing. There was a small spot of red poking up from her collar, but Dean chose to ignore it once again. How was he supposed to bring that up in casual conversation? Holly quickly stood up and rushed out of the diner, Dean, in a frantic hurry followed after her. He stopped behind her some ways and watched as she sighed heavily, head down staring at the ground. She turned around when she realized he had followed her.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, what almost looked like fear was in her eyes. "I felt dizzy so I just left…"

"You felt dizzy," Dean looked slightly confused. "So you stood up and went elsewhere?"

"It doesn't matter," she stood up straight and walked closer to him. "We have other things to see."

"Now hold on—"Dean begun to protest, but Holly whisked them away back to the house. They stood in the entryway of the house and Dean heard voices from the upstairs. He cocked his head and walked carefully upwards so as not to disturb anyone, not that he could if he tried. What he saw was equally shocking as it was what Dean had been expecting for awhile.

"Sasquatch," Gabriel said. "Relax. It was a joke."

"Gabe," Sam replied. "Now's not the time…"

"What is wrong with you?" Gabriel asked. "We had the best time ever last week when we had our lovely concert in the kitchen. Which quite frankly you seemed to enjoy. So what is it now?"

"Please," Sam protested. "Just drop it."

"You're afraid aren't you," Gabriel inquired. "Sammy why won't you just take the craziest of chances and allow yourself to be happy, just once?"

"Don't call me that…" Sam turned away from Gabriel who was standing on the left side of the bedroom, Sam on the right. Gabriel came closer so he was mere inches from Sam.

"What that's your name isn't it?" Gabriel said.

"My name is Sam." Sam argued.

"Well I like Sammy better." Gabriel stated.

A few moments of silence passed.

"Just admit you're afraid," Gabriel broke the silence. "And I'll stop bugging you about it."

"Fine," Sam spun around, gritting his teeth. "Maybe I am afraid! Maybe I'm afraid because everyone I've ever…cared about died! Everyone has, even if they came back they still left me!"

"You can't afford to think like that Sam," Gabriel walked even closer still and Sam looked down at him, his hair falling in his eyes. Gabriel's hand darted out and gently tucked it back behind Sam's ears. He stared at the archangel. "Not anymore, not with me. You won't have to with me. I swear you won't."

It was like magic. Those words tumbled through Sam like a waterfall. He felt a surge of emotions he hadn't felt since Jess. Someone actually cared for him! Someone wouldn't leave. He'd even said it, that he wouldn't. Sam could hardly keep his eyes dry after that. He didn't look Gabriel in the eyes. He couldn't for fear he'd truly lose himself. Not that he minded losing himself in the archangel's eyes. Over the past months after the whole Metatron debacle after the archangel had announced his rebirth to the Winchesters and Gabriel had started helping them, Sam had found that he could easily lose track of time talking to the sweets loving prankster. It felt strange to actually be listened to. Gabriel's eyes were like the sunsets he'd loved as a child; his voice was like the voice of reason mixed with honey. It was the nicest and strangest combination Sam had ever heard in his lifetime. His ears were open, always. He was a friend, a home for Sam's deepest fears and wishes. He was everything Sam had always wanted, needed.

Gabriel embraced Sam warmly, holding him as the tears threatened to spill forth. Sam stayed still; he didn't dare move, lest it all be a dream. But this was no dream, Gabriel's arms stayed around him until Sam pulled away staring into the archangel's golden eyes again. Gabriel smiled and leaned forward, kissing the corner of Sam's mouth. Sam looked at him.

"Get some sleep Sam Winchester," Gabriel said, turning back the covers for him. "It's getting late and you barely got any last night."

Sam climbed into the bed that was awaiting him, it was so inviting and warm he curled up almost immediately. Gabriel pulled the covers back up over him and stood up.

"I like the sound of your whole name," Gabriel smirked. "I think I'll use it more often."

Sam started to open his mouth, looking fearful.

"I'm not leaving," Gabriel walked over to the other side of the bed and lay down as well. "I told you. I won't."

Sam nodded, half asleep already. Gabriel's voice was lulling him into slumber and soon Sam shut his eyes. Gabriel looked over at him and slowly ran his hand down Sam's back, rubbing it tenderly in an affectionate manor.

"He practically poured his heart out," Holly interrupted the silence and Dean turned to look at her. "Now do you believe he's good for him?"

"I suppose I don't have much choice do I?" Dean sighed.

"Not really," Holly stated. "But I just wanted you to see that Sam is in good hands now. No matter what those hands have done in the past."

Dean stared on, he felt strange watching his brother sleep, but Gabriel kept a vigilant eye on Sam. He ran his fingers through Sam's long hair and the younger Winchester shifted a bit in his sleep. Holly started to retreat and motioned for Dean to follow. He did so and found that the house had disappeared once again and they were headed to the next round of events. Although this time Holly seemed rather…troubled as they approached.

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This slowly became the chapter of why and why not? I hope you enjoyed how I made Sabriel happen and Dean's daughter's precarious nature. There are only a few more chapters left guys and an epilogue. I hope you guys are looking forward to the rest.

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