Pairing : Winchesters, Reader. Cas, Mentions of others, and Daddy comes home.
Word count : 1,425
A/N : NOTE THIS IS AN UNFINISHED SERIES! I’m not sure when or if it will be finished. I wrote this a long ass time ago.
Part 2 in Your fathers daughter.
Sighing you dropped into a chair in the war room. Sam came in behind you "You alright?"
You shook your head. "I'm tired of this Sam." You looked up at him. "I'm glad it's over. I was brought here to help, I barely did that. But she's gone. So is Chuck, and I'm still here. Why? I want to go home, Sam. I miss my kid. I miss my spouse. I just want to go home."
Dean sighed from the doorway. It was over, in a sense. The Darkness had been dealt with, though not how it had been planned. You had kept up a strong front the whole time. Playing your part like a good little soldier, even though you were far from it. You were a mom for Christ sake, yet here you were, still playing soldier to help them after months. He watched as you sighed one last time before getting up and heading to your room.
"I'm worried about her." Sam said softly, after hearing the sound of your door echo towards them.
"Me too Sammy. Me too."
You sat on the edge of your bed. It had been months. You felt bad, the boys were dealing with their mother coming back from the dead and leaving again. Sam seemed alright, but you could see right through Dean. He was keeping a brave face for you, and you were putting one on for him. It was a vicious cycle, both of you exhausted by the end of the day.
If Amara could bring Mary back for Dean, why couldn't Chuck send you back? Or at least bring your family to you. You were starting to resent him. When you let it be known, it had started an argument of sorts with Cas.
"We still need you, I do not think you were ever meant to leave here, this is your home."
"That is my home Cas!"
He shook his head. "This is. This is where you were born, where you belong. And we still need you. We need your help with Lucifer.. Maybe-"
"Then he could have brought them to me." you ground out before storming off.
You felt bad for getting mad at him. He was right, it turned out you inherited much from your father, not just his wings. They did need you. It was the only reason you were still at the bunker.
Months of research seemed to get you no closer to home. Sam had told you about how Balthazar had got them to an alternate universe, but he didn't know if it had been yours, or if yours was the only other one. There were no guarantees, but they were willing to send you through if you wanted. No matter how much they needed your help, they would do that for you.
Dean had told you about how his grandfather had jumped through time. Maybe the men of letters had something buried they hadn't come across yet. You poured through every spell you could get your hands on in the bunker, and more you found researching elsewhere. Nothing you found could guarantee where you ended up. And without a sure thing, you wouldn't leave knowing they needed you. You didn't want to spend your life hopping from place to place, searching, knowing you could end up back here and find them dead.
Sighing, you laid on our side, curling up your legs. You just needed some rest.
You woke up, realizing you were moving. "Wha-"
"Time to eat." Came Sam's deep voice from above you.
You looked up, realizing he was carrying you up the hall in his arms. "You could have just woken me up, you know." You chuckled.
You felt his chest rumble with his own chuckle. "I figured the smell would wake you up just fine."
You furrowed your brows, but as you got closer to the kitchen, you could smell it. Dean was cooking. Not only was Dean cooking, but he was making your favourite. Your mouth started to water, and Sam laughed as he headed in. Dean turned, a soft smile on his face. "Good nap, sweetheart?"
You nodded and Sam finally put you down. "Thanks guys."
"Anything for our girl." Dean smiled and motioned for you to sit. All this was as much for Dean as it was for you, even though he wouldn't admit it. You gave him a soft smile as you sat down.
After a meal of epic proportions, Dean went all out, Sam insisted on a movie, beers and junk food. Anything to keep you from shutting yourself in your room for a bit. Anything to see you smile for a minute longer. It worked, it always did.
Sam smiled at his brother over your head as you all sat around laughing at the movie on the screen. They didn't just need your help with Lucifer, they needed you, period. You helped hold them together when Dean started to crack after Mary walked out the door. Dean was so focused on you when you were around, he forgot about his own pain. He was glad you hadn't chosen to go through with the spell without any guarantees. He didn't think Dean could stand to lose you too. Hell, he didn't think he could either if he was honest. Gabriel's daughter or not, they loved you like family.
When the movie was over, you kissed them both on the cheek saying good night, and thanking them again for tonight. You stopped in the kitchen for a bottle of water before heading to your room. You heard Dean make his way past first, and figured Sam was cleaning up.
As you got into your room, you left your door open, and put the water bottle down on the night stand before getting on your knees on the side of the bed. Letting out a sigh, you closed your eyes.
"Please, Chuck. I pray every night hoping you can hear me. I just want my family. If you won't send me back, bring them to me." Tears ran down your cheek, as they did every night. "Even you couldn't live without family, Chuck. Please don't do this to me. I just want my family.. Please." You started to sob as your face went into the soft blanket on your bed and your shoulders shook.
Sam's heart broke as he stood in your door way. He sighed and headed for Dean's room. "Praying again?" Dean asked when he heard Sam.
"She's breaking, Dean. She's getting worse." He looked at his brother, sadness written all over his face. "I'm looking everywhere. Every night, anything that could get her back to them."
"I swear, when I see him," Dean ground out. "I'll kick his ass. I'll beat the shit out of him. I don't care how much we need her here. Who the fuck does that douche bag think he is just walking away from her like that."
"God, Dean." Sam sighed. "I don't know what to do here." He licked his lips. "We're doing everything to hold her together. What more can we do? You call on Cas, he comes running. She begs and prays for Chuck, and nothing. Cas have any idea where he is?"
Dean shook his head. "No. But he's also busy hunting Lucifer.." Dean shrugged.
"I just want my family." You sobbed again, hoping beyond hope that he'd finally hear you. Finally grant you your one wish in the world. Little did you know, he had. And he did, though not how you expected.
"Hey Sugar. Wow, you've grown up."
You gave a start, pushing away from the bed and to your feet. You stared at the man suddenly in you room. His golden eyes watching you with some much love. "DEAN!" You screamed. "SAMMY!"
You heard their feet come running up the hall, and the man chuckled softly. "You really got close to Bevis and Butthead didn't you." He smiled.
"Gabe!?" Came Sam's shocked voice as the came in the door, guns drawn.
You looked from them, to the man who had appeared. "In the flesh." He smiled. "Dad heard her crying out for family. He's not sure where she was plucked from exactly, we hid her pretty well, and to be honest, I don't even remember which universe it was. Balty might though." He turned back to you.
"You're.." Your voice trailed off as his wings came into view.
"Daddy's home, sweet cheeks." He grinned. "Now let me see those wings."
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