sorry this has taken so long, I've just been enjoying my break and basking in the sun and drinking the night away... *sighs*
anywho, please enjoy (and review) also, this kinda short - don't get mad at me!
John Winchester was on the verge of panic. Both of his sons had been missing since the morning, and there wasn't a trace of them anywhere. Grisly images danced in his head of all the horrible things that could've happened to them. Demons, monsters, werewolves... the police?
He knew that Dean would never in a million years let anything happen to his younger brother, but that meant that he was willing to put his own life on the line to make sure that Sam stayed safe.
He was about to start his fifth call to Dean when he heard a knock at the door. Soft voices drifted through the cheap wood.
"I can't believe you forgot the room key." That was Sam.
"Quit your bitching, Dad's inside and will let us in." John rolled his eyes. Obviously, that was Dean.
"Boys! Knock it off or there will be bruises." That voice made John stop on his way to open the door. Who was that? He reached into his inside pocket, popping the lid on his canteen of holy water; you could never be too careful these days, especially with the Demon hot on his trail. He prayed that his sons hadn't been possessed or captured.
He yanked open the door, revealing his sons. A figure could be seen slightly behind them, shrouded in the shadow of Sam. "Dad, there's so much to tell you. We found-" Sam didn't even get to finish because his father had doused all three of the demons in holy water.
Not a single sizzle from any of them
"Seriously?" Dean spluttered, his face annoyed. He wiped water from his face and spat some from his mouth, a pissed expression on his face. "We're not demons. Seriously, you're as bad as Bobby, you know that?" John eyed Sam before looking at the person in the middle - his vision tunneled.
Her blonde hair - so much like Mary's - tumbled down her shoulders and all the way past her waist; the girl he knew barely tolerated keeping it at shoulder length. She stood a few inches shorter than Dean, and few behind him, like she was wary to come any closer. Her large emerald eyes welled with tears when she locked eyes with him. "Dad." She breathed.
John forgot all about safety and caution and threw himself at his daughter - his baby girl. He engulfed her in a tight hug, stroking her hair gently. He pulled back and cupped her face. She still had her splash of freckles across her nose, and her face had gotten tanner since he'd last seen her. God, he'd missed his little girl. "Katty" He whispered, reverting back to the nickname he and Mary had called her when she was only two. "You're really here." He gave her a once-over. "You're so beautiful." He said, awed by the young woman standing in front of him. "Your mother would be so proud." He choked out. A tear leaked out of the corner of his eye. There he was, the big bad hunter, crying in front of his children.
Katherine was crying too. "Oh Dad." She said into his leather jacket, burying her face in it. "I missed you so much." She broke down, leaning against him. It was so good to see the love shining in his eyes. She'd gotten too used to Alastair's mask of her father glaring at her with hatred.
Her brothers looked on, happy smiles on their faces. Their dad hadn't been the same since Katherine had been taken. She was his last connection to Mary, it seemed. She looked just like her when Mary was her age. Things would be better now that she was home. They had to be.
so sweet! *blows nose* daddy and daughter reunion! review if you like! :D