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Sweet Home Sioux Falls Pt.1: “Hi Dad! Meet Fiance #2″
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words: 3900ish
Warnings: None
Summary: (Very loosely based off of Sweet Home Alabama) Years after you left your old life to start a new and “better” one in New York City, your now-fiance decides that it's time to meet your father, Bobby Singer, which unfortunately avalanches into him meeting all your friends, family, and your not-so-ex-husband Dean Winchester.
Prompt: “Sweet Home Alabama” @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s SPN Movie Night Challenge
A/N: IMPORTANT Here’s a quick TIMELINE of this story: This occurs after Sam & Dean defeated the Leviathans. Dean DID NOT get sent to purgatory and he, Sam, and Cas are fine. Y/N left Dean shortly after he killed Dick. Everyone that Sam and Dean ever met are still alive (specifically Ellen, Jo, and Ash). End Timeline. Hope ya’ll enjoy the new series! Feedback is always appreciated!
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“Y/N! Aw man, our dads are gonna kill us…” Dean groaned as he chased after you.
Lightening cracked against the dark clouds above you, making Dean jump and you giggle.
“They hunt monsters for a livin’, Dean! I’m sure they won’t give a damn if we get a lil’ wet!” You shouted back, your language exceeding that of a typical 10-year-old. You laughed as you weaved through the cars in your father’s junkyard. Another batch of lightening flashed across the cloudy sky, lighting up the entire junkyard.
“Did you see that?!” You yelped with naïve joy.
“Answer my question!” Dean demanded, referencing the very thing that made you run out of your father’s house in the first place.
“No!” You responded.
“No, you won’t answer the question? Or no, you won’t marry me?” Dean pushed, catching up to you and grabbing your wrist to pull you to a stop.
You reeled around and stared him in the eye as you argued, “I’m 10-years-old, Dean! I got too much to live for!”
Lightening struck a car next to you causing you both to scream. You shook him from your wrist and began to run off, but felt him grab the hood of your jacket and pull you back.
“Not that way, you dope!” He reprimanded. “Come on!”
He dragged you back towards the car that was struck. The windshield had shattered, the hood had pitch black burn marks scattered across it, and pieces of its metal were bent in every which way. Your eyes widened in awe at the destruction.
“Wow, cool…” You said in wonderment as you reached out to touch the melted hood. Dean grabbed your hand before you made contact.
“It’s hot! Don’t touch it!” He ordered, being overprotective as usual. You gave him an annoyed glare but he ignored it and directed his eyes up to the threatening clouds above. He stated, “We’ll be safe here.”
“Says who?” You snapped, pulling your hand from his grasp. You suddenly felt yourself becoming fearful of the lightening as you snuck a second glance at the destroyed vehicle.
He gave you his classic big-brother-know-it-all smirk and answered, “Everybody. Lightening never strikes the same place twice.”
You both stood up and you turned to face him. The question he had asked that lead you both outside in the rain began to replay in your mind. You put your hands on your hips in defiance and stood on your tip-toes in an attempt to reach his eye-level.
“Why would you wanna marry me for anyhow?” You asked, cocking your head to the side and smirking at the floppy-haired Winchester. He looked down at you and for the first time in your youthful life, you felt your heart stop as you saw the way he was looking at you.
“So I can kiss you anytime I want,” He stated with a smile.
He began to lean in and you held your breath. He flipped his hair from his face like they did in the movies and you closed your wide eyes like you remembered the actresses would. You felt like you had a million butterflies in your stomach that suddenly exploded when Dean’s lips made contact with yours.
Kissing was weird. Weird…but not bad. Not bad at all. You opened your eyes to see if there was any sign on his face showing he felt the same way, just in time to see a string of lightening crash down from the sky right where you two where standing, blasting the two of you away from one another.
“Y/N! Hey, Y/N!”
A voice startled you awake and you lifted your head from the car’s window. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, as well as the dream of a long lost memory, and looked to the handsome driver beside you.
“What?” You asked.
“I need directions, sleepyhead,” The driver laughed, reaching out his hand and rubbing your thigh affectionately.
“What’s wrong, Patrick? Your brand new, fancy GPS die on you?” You teased, taking his hand from your thigh and interlocking your fingers with his.
Patrick rolled his eyes at you and replied, “Oh har, har. Gloat all you want. You were just as impressed with it as I was…but seriously, I need directions.”
You laughed and squeezed his hand. This was your life now. Not that Midwestern, sandy-blonde haired, annoying kid from your past, but the rich, successful, romantic, and perfectly-gelled black-haired Patrick. This was what you wanted.
You squinted ahead of you and looked around at the old town. Everything was almost exactly the same. It was nothing like the big, bustling, always changing city of New York you had moved to years ago. Sioux Falls was cozy, old, and filled with the same people. Everyone knew each other’s names and with the roads never changing after 100 years, no one ever needed directions.
“Yah gonna wanna make a left outta town then follow the dirt road ‘til yah see ‘Bobby’s Junkyard’ and then take a right in there,” You listed for him. You felt him tense next to you and you looked up at him to see him staring a you with a concerned expression.
“What?” You asked, confused.
“Nothing. I just haven’t heard you speak like that in a while,” He said. To anyone else, it sounded like an innocent observation, but you could hear the hint of criticism in there. You couldn’t blame him. It took him years to “My Fair Lady” you into the woman you were today.
“Sorry, I guess my hometown brought it out of me,” You explained, adding an embarrassed laugh to the end of your sentence. He pulled his hand from yours and placed it back on the steering wheel, focusing his attention on the road.
“Well, that’s fine. Just make sure you shake it off before we head home. We wouldn’t want our friends hearing you speak that way,” He said. He gave a slight chuckle as he shook his head, mumbling, “We’d never hear the end of it.”
“Right…yeah, you’re right. Sorry, I’ll try to keep it down,” You murmured, slouching in your seat and turning your head to stare out the window.
You used to not give a damn what people thought of you, especially in Sioux Falls. People in this town actually respected that kind of attitude. However, in the big city you had a name and reputation that could easily be snuffed if you simply mispronounced a word. You were thankful for Patrick helping you become the sophisticated young lady New York would accept, but you never could shake the feeling that you were a stranger in your own skin.
Patrick noticed you deep in thought and gave your shoulder a sympathetic rub.
“Don’t worry, honey. I’m sure it was just a fluke. You’re still an intelligent, sophisticated young lady in my eyes,” He reassured, squeezing your shoulder before placing it back on the wheel.
You felt the urge to snap “What part of the way I talk makes yah think I ‘aint intelligent?” but you suppressed it.
You gave him a smile and said, “Thanks, honey.”
“Of course. Now, sit up before you ruin your back,” He added. You held back your defiant huff and fixed your posture. He was always looking out for your health
You stared out the window at all the memories passing by. The old ice cream shop you used to eat at, the supermarket you would steal candy from, the antique shop where you chased a dog into and nearly broke everything, the bank you accidentally blew up…
You shuddered and prayed that none of your stories from the past would come up while Patrick explored. You were completely different from that girl who should’ve gone to juvie and didn’t want to have to explain your trouble maker to past to him. You gave a quick and silent prayer, hoping God was finally listening to you, before continuing to direct Patrick towards your father’s house.
Patrick reluctantly pulled into the dirt driveway of your father’s house after you assured him the dirt wouldn’t mess up his Prius. You saw him looking around at the junkyard and noticed the way his nose crinkled as he judged the scenery. You saw that look earlier when you pulled into the old town portion of Sioux Falls so you were prepared for him to do the same when you rolled up into your childhood home, located in the outskirts of town.
You let out a sigh and mumbled, “You were the one that said you wanted to meet my father…”
Patrick perked up, sitting up straight and composing himself.
“I know. Sorry, honey, I just didn’t expect this place to be so…cultured.”
You tensed as you caged the defensive and outspoken girl from years ago. You trapped her for a reason. Your life was better now. You had loads of friends, you were one of the top hunters in The Soul Society in New York City, and you were involved with the president of said society. If you ever spoke out of place, let alone had a hair out of place, you would be kicked out so fast that you wouldn’t even have time to grab your coat on the way out. This was the world you lived in now and you chose for it to be this way. You weren’t going to let one trip to your past destroy it.
“Yeah, well…just wait until you get inside,” You joked. Patrick gave you a half smile and reached into the backseat to pull out a large bottle of wine. You groaned. “Patrick, I told you not to bring that. My dad’s not really the wine connoisseur. I told you he was more of a ‘whiskey and scotch’ kind of man.’”
Patrick looked up at you with hopeful eyes and said, “I remember but this is the finest wine in New York. Costs a few grand and has that perfectly aged flavor that would make any father approve of his beautiful daughter’s fiancé.”
You tensed as you nervously rubbed the engagement ring on your finger. Fiancé. That would definitely get the town talking. Your marital situation was basically displayed on a neon sign for all of Sioux Falls to see and you could bet the townsfolk would be quick to light up your “infidelity” for everyone to gossip about.
Technically, you weren’t being unfaithful. You had given your husband the divorce papers years ago and he was just keeping you hostage by refusing to sign them. Patrick may have come with the mission to get permission to be added to the family, but your mission was to cut someone from yours.
You took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. You stared up at the house’s molding wood and the shingles hanging lopsidedly against the window. You remembered how you and the Winchester pair hit a home run straight into your dad’s bedroom window. You smiled as you thought about how he didn’t even get mad and was honestly just impressed you were able to hit a baseball that far.
You had missed your dad and were honestly excited to see him after all these years. However, you didn’t know if he felt the same way. The way the two of you left things years ago, with all the screaming and hurling insults, you wouldn’t be surprised if he had disowned you.
You were so nervous to meet him that you hadn’t even called. Now you realized that springing all this on him out of the blue was an even worse decision. You were so anxious that you almost hopped back into the Prius and high-tailed it out of there. Unfortunately, Patrick had already excitedly bounded up the steps and was opening the screen door to knock.
You sighed and tried to shove your hands into your pockets, only to remember you were wearing a tight, pocket-less, pencil skirt.
Great, Dad’s totally gonna have something to say about this, You thought as you brushed your skirt flat against you.
You scanned the junkyard to double check for a black ‘67 Chevy Impala. When there was none in sight, you walked towards the porch steps to join your fiancé at your father’s door.
Before you made it up the steps, the door had already opened and you saw your father look Patrick up and down.
Patrick enthusiastically held out his hand and began, “Hi, Mr. Singer, I’m-“
“I ‘aint interested in whatever yah selling. Read the sign,” Bobby interrupted, tapping the “No soliciting” sign next to his door.
You groaned and without even thinking about it, a long-winded, “Dad…” escaped you.
Bobby looked down the porch steps and his eyes widened in shock as he saw you. You bit your lip as you observed the disbelief washing across his face.
“Princess?” He gasped.
You smiled, fighting the tears that had suddenly started to form in your eyes from finally being able to say two simple words after several long years.
“Hi, Dad,” You breathed. Bobby stepped out of his doorway and walked down towards you like a zombie. He stood in front of you, and the air between the two of you became heavy with silent tension.
Finally, a huge smile cracked his wrinkled face and he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. You froze for a few moments and felt your tears almost escape as you wrapped your arms around him as well. When he pulled away you could see the unshed tears in his eyes.
“Dammit, Y/N, you should’ve called first,” Bobby scolded through a happy chuckle.
You looked down in shame as you admitted, “Yeah…yeah, I know I just…I was scared you wouldn’t pick up.”
Bobby placed a finger under your chin and pulled your face up to look at him.
“Princess, I will always pick up for you. No matter how we left things, I will always pick up.”
The tears finally escaped as you heard just what you needed after all those years and you practically leaped back into your father’s arms. Your eyes were shut tight and you bit back the sob that threatened to escape when you felt your father’s loving arms wrap around you, like he did after the storm you dreamt about left you scarred and traumatized whenever thunder would strike outside.
You opened your eyes and looked up at Patrick. He gave you a smile but then raised his eyebrows and pointed to his cheek. You knew he was referring to your runny mascara and you pulled away from Bobby to quickly to clean yourself up.
“Well…aren’t you going to invite us inside?” You smirked up at your father.
He chuckled and answered, “Of course.”
After the emotional reunion, the atmosphere had suddenly become awkward. You noted how just like the town, Bobby didn’t change a thing about your childhood home. You found yourself lost in memories as you stared at pictures of old photos along the wall. You saw photos of Bobby and your mother, you and your mother when you were just a baby, your father and yourself as you grew older with each picture, photos of you with your best friend Jo, photos with you and the Winchesters, and photos of you with your beloved dog, Christo.
Your eyes landed on a photo of Ellen Harvelle and Bobby and you smiled sadly. Despite never visiting, you did keep tabs on the loved ones in your hometown and you knew that Bobby and Ellen had finally tied the knot a few years ago. You had been rooting for them about five years after your mother passed away, but it seemed like your father would never get the courage to ask her out. You were thrilled when you found out about their marriage. You tried to ignore the pang in your chest when you remembered you never got an invite.
During your walk down memory lane, poor Patrick to fend for himself.
“Hello, Mr. Singer,” He voiced, disrupting the silence and pulling Bobby’s eyes away from you and onto him. “I’m Patrick Pierce, your daughter’s fiancé. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
You glanced back to see Bobby’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head and you quickly looked away when his stunned eyes landed on you.
“Fiancé?” He repeated, flabbergasted.
Patrick let out a chuckle that you knew Bobby would find condescending. “Yes, Mr. Singer. I know this is a surprise to you. I mean, no father is ready for his beautiful little girl to be married for the first time, but I promise you I am the perfect man for her.”
“The first time?” Bobby repeated, staring at your tense shoulders. You turned towards him and gave him a desperate pleading look over Patrick’s shoulder.
Bobby sighed and then rolled his shoulders back and crossed his arms. You gulped when you saw him turn into the tough hunter that others told stories of at the Roadhouse. He turned towards Patrick and made the President of The Soul Society look nothing more than a pencil pusher.
“Are you asking me for her hand in marriage or telling me she’s yours?” Bobby asked, his tone almost threatening.
You saw Patrick’s composure falter for a split second, but he recovered and explained, “Well, sir, I wouldn’t say she’s mine. I was raised to believe a woman is not owned by a man and can decide her own fate without a man’s approval.”
You saw Bobby’s crossed arms tighten as he very nearly growled, “Despite what you may think, I’m no sexist hillbilly. My daughter can very well choose who she wants to marry, but family runs deep in this household as well as its approval.”
You agreed with your father on that. Despite his hard exterior, you could tell his heart was breaking over the fact that you never told him about your new life. On the other hand, he never told you about Ellen, let alone invited you to the wedding, so he had no right to talk.
You tried to quell your anger as you walked next to Patrick and looked your father in the eyes as you said, “Dad, this is why we’re here now. He wanted to meet you and get to know you. He is showing you respect. Please act the same way. Do so for me, at least.”
Bobby’s face almost went red as he sputtered the word respect. You recognized the look in his eyes and braced yourself against Patrick as you prepared for a good scolding. Instead, Bobby surprised you by turning away from the two of you and taking a long deep breath. You watched his shoulders sag and he rubbed his face as he turned back around and said through somewhat clenched teeth, “Alright…tell me about yourself, Patrick.”
You smiled and gave Patrick an encouraging pat on his back before separating from him. You walked back towards the photos and began to search for anything that could give your secret away as Patrick began introducing himself.
“Well, sir, my name is Patrick Pierce the 3rd of the Pierce family. They’re a highly esteemed hunting family in New York City, founders of the Soul Society, of which your daughter has certainly excelled in.”
You smiled in pride only to wipe it away when you heard your father scoff.
“The Soul Society?” He repeated.
“It’s a society of elite hunters. In New York, we can’t just scatter hunters every which way at random like you do out in the country. It needs to be contained, organized, and documented in order not to disrupt the lives of our civilians. New York cannot afford the same kind of incidents that happen out here. The society is valuable in keeping order among the hunters, civilians, and even the monsters in the city.”
You didn’t hear how Bobby responded as you had finally found the photo you were looking for. It was displayed in the center of a shelf for all the guests to see. In it, you were wearing a short white dress, holding up a marriage certificate, and linked arm-in-arm with a tall, sandy-blonde haired man. You snatched the photo from the shelf and looked around the room desperately until finally settling for a waste bin to toss it in. Unfortunately, the noise caught both men’s attention and you turned to see them staring at you.
“Ah...sorry...there was a bug!...In the trash can...” You stumbled over a lie and gave them a nervous grin.
Patrick stared at you and shook his head before saying to Bobby, “Your daughter...I swear, when she sees an uninvited guest, she does not hesitate to squash them. Probably one of the reasons she’s such an amazing hunter.”
“One of the reasons,” Bobby absentmindedly concurred, staring knowingly at the framed photo in the waster basket. You shot him a look that translated to “zip it” while walking back towards the two of them and standing beside your fiance.
“Anyway, back to New York, I actually brought a gift back for you Mr. Singer. The finest wine you can find up there. It’s been aged for quite a few years. Not even some of New York’s most popular five-star restaurants hold this brand.” He beamed as he handed the bottle to Bobby. Bobby took it and stared at the label like it was written in a foreign language. Patrick felt the need to add, “Costs almost five grand.”
Bobby almost choked as he said, “For a bottle of old grapes? Damn, you could get a smooth bottle of scotch for much less.”
“Dad!” You scolded despite having to bring a hand up to your mouth to stifle your laugh. Even after being absent from each other’s lives for several years, you still knew your father like the back of your hand.
Bobby glanced between the two of you and then composed himself and said, “Right, okay. How about I pour some glasses for us?”
“Well, actually you really should let it sit-ow!” Patrick glared down at you as he rubbed his side. You raised your eyebrows at him and he sighed as he corrected, “Mr. Singer, that sounds like an excellent idea.”
Bobby’s eyes narrowed as he took in Patrick’s brownnose attitude but softened his features when he looked back at you. He gave you a nod and walked back into the kitchen to pull out some glasses for the wine.
While Bobby came to the conclusion he didn’t have a single wine glass and had to find substitutes, you placed your hand on Patrick’s cheek and pressed against it for him to face you.
“Honey, I’m sorry I elbowed you,” You said, softly enough for only him to hear you. “But Sioux Falls is a different...culture than New York City. I’m just keeping you from making the mistakes I made when I was in a brand new town, okay?”
Patrick’s annoyed expression melted and he rubbed your arms as he said, “Okay, honey. I understand. But next time, just give my hand a squeeze or something. You elbow harder than you think.”
You chuckled but then swallowed it when you realized he was serious. You gave him a smile and nodded. He smiled back and put both hands on your cheeks.
“I love you,” He stated before kissing you on the lips. You melted into it before reluctantly pulling away from him with a smile.
“I lo-“ Your words got caught in your mouth and you froze as you heard the deep, familiar rumble of a ’67 Chevy Impala approach Bobby’s house.
It will be loosely based off of one of my fav chick-flicks “Sweet Home Alabama”
Name: Sweet Home Sioux Falls (very creative, I know)
Summary: You had a good life. You were one of the top hunters of The Soul Society in New York City, dating the president of said society, and even were finally able to get rid of your old, midwestern habits and become the sophisticated woman New York wanted you to be. Everything was perfect...that is until your now-fiance decided it was time to meet your father, Bobby Singer, which unfortunately avalanched into him meeting all your friends, family, and your not-so-ex-husband Dean Winchester.
Preview:
“Answer my question!” Dean demanded, referencing the very thing that made you run out of your father’s house in the first place.
“No!” You responded.
“No, you won’t answer the question? Or no, you won’t marry me?” Dean pushed, catching up to you and grabbing your wrist to pull you to a stop.
You reeled around and stared him in the eye as you argued, “I’m 10-years-old! I got too much to live for!”
Lightening struck a car next to you causing you both to scream. You shook him from your wrist and began to run off, but felt him grab the hood of your jacket and pull you back.
“Not that way, you dope!” He reprimanded. “Come on!”
He dragged you back towards the car that was struck. The windshield had shattered, the hood had pitch black burn marks scattered across it, and pieces of its metal bent in every which way. Your eyes widened in awe at the destruction.
“Wow, cool…” You said in wonderment as you reached out to touch the melted metal. Dean grabbed your hand before you made contact.
“It’s hot! Don’t touch it!” He ordered, being overprotective as usual. You gave him an annoyed glare but he ignored it and directed his eyes up to the threatening clouds above. He stated, “We’ll be safe here.”
“Says who?” You snapped, pulling your hand from his grasp. You suddenly felt yourself becoming fearful of the lightening as you snuck a second glance at the destroyed vehicle.
He gave you his classic big-brother-know-it-all smirk and answered, “Everybody. Lightening never strikes the same place twice.”
You both stood up and you turned to face him. The question he had asked that lead you both outside in the rain began to replay in your mind. You put your hands on your hips in defiance and stood on your tip-toes in an attempt to reach his eye-level.
“Why would you wanna marry me for anyhow?” You asked, cocking your head to the side and smirking at the floppy-haired Winchester. He looked down at you and for the first time in your youthful life, you felt your heart stop as you saw the way he was staring at you.
“So I can kiss you anytime I want,” He stated with a smile.
