Ghost

Ghost

Never Be The Same - Part 6.

Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader, Sam x OC.

Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.

Word Count: 2380.

Warnings: None.

A/N: Hey, after months I finally took a deep breath and decided to post this. Actually, I have this part written for like six or seven months. Somehow I was not motivated. Anyway, here it is and hopefully I’ll write more. Please let me know your opinions.

Sam knocked at your door and had no answer, he opened it and you were not at your bed or any other place of the bedroom. He couldn't help but walk inside and sit, hoping that energy he felt inside the place would help him talking to you somehow. "Hey, don't forget. Make sure you'll..."

"Sam, don't worry. We'll be safe, really."

"You can't be sure of that."

"I can, believe me. Trust me, she'll be fine. You just keep doing your thing and I'll keep doing mine."

"And what's your thing?" He said joking.

"You will know when you're ready." She sounded ironic, but she was serious. "I'll make sure the house is protected and that our girl will have everything she needs. Including, godparents."

"Sure. Whatever you want."

"Good. So, talk to Dean."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I am. Do you have any other suggestions?"

"I don't know if he'll accept it."

"Trust me, he will."

She just knew it.

"Castiel." You called the angel who turned around to you at the hallway. "You heard me?"

"I did. Why haven't you..."

"I'll, okay?" You interrupted. "He seemed worried and I didn't want to make everything worse." You were both screaming and shushing at each other.

"You will if you don't tell them soon. Y/N, if you know us, you must know this is not a good idea."

"You're right. I just don't know how to say it."

"Well, then draw it." You rolled your eyes. "I won't tell them." You relesed a breath of relief. "...For now."

"But..."

"No buts! You were the one who started telling it so you finish."

"It's no that easy."

"There's no reason for you to be afraid, but if you keep scrolling like that you'll have a reason to worry." He left the hallway, leaving you with a lot of doubts and alone in the middle of the bunker. You didn't even walked before your brain started overthinking. Obviously, Cass was right, but at the same time you still had that feeling of emptiness in you, and spitting everything out wouldn't make the situation better. "Y/N" You turned around and saw the tall guy. "Can I talk to you?" You stayed quiet, trying to focus in the present again.

"Yes."

"I went to your room, you weren't there." You started walking in his direction. "Dean talked to you, didn't he?" He thought it was strange at first.

"Yes, he did. Did he talk to you?"

"Not actually." You paused. "Though he asked me if he calls me Hurricane." You commented confuse. Your father understood Dean better than you did.

"I wanna show you something, come here." You followed him into his bedroom.

"I think he asked you that," he said opening the door and coming in "because that's how he called you before you were born."

"Really?" How come you never knew this?

"Yes. I think it's because you came into us in a time of crisis." He turned to you. Now, you were inside.

"For us, every day is a time of crisis." He grabbed a frame and gave it to you. You looked at it and there was a photo of you wearing one of his flannels and considering the difference between you guys, it could fit two of you in it. Still, you looked good wearing them. You were wearing high-waisted jeans shorts and a short-toned boot. "You look good in it, you know."

"Thanks." You said still looking down. Then, there was a weird moment of silence.

"Look at this." You looked up and he was holding his smartphone in his hand. "It just suddenly appeared." He was being so nice. Sometimes you wandered if you were nice to him like he was to you. You looked at the screen and saw pictures of you two together, you and Dean, Cass, Mary, Jodie, Claire and even Crowley.

"That's interesting." You tried smiling, but he realized it was a fake one.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. Just not very surprised, the same thing happened to me."

"Photos appeared?"

"Disappeared. Numbers too." He nodded and invited you to sit by his side when he did it.

"Tell me, how are you feeling?" You looked at him and saw in his eyes that he was truly trying to make you feel better.

"I'm normal, I guess. Every day is a day of crisis but this is the first time something ends up affecting me like this."

"I've been through many things and I know one thing I'm sure of is that I don't want it to others to feel the same."

"I know." You know. And then it hits him again, you know him and he doesn't know you. So he has to try, he needs to. He owes her that. When he found out he was doing the parenting thing without your mother, his world fell apart. They always wanted a good life with their own family and even if you came before expected, before they had their house or finished college, it was a blessing. They wanted their family and you meant they were half way there, just needed to solve a couple of problems and everything would be different, perfect as it sounded. "Vanessa? Hi." He answered the phone anxious.

"I'm sorry we couldn't call you before, Sam is just..." She stopped, took a deep breath. "She's here." She said happy. His heart started to accelerate. He was sad he couldn't be with you mother in the labor but you were born, and that was enough. Soon he would be holding you in his arms. "She is perfect and she looks so much like you two." He was jumping of happiness inside, his smile was the biggest and the tears of joy in his eyes made Dean create some while in front of him too. "Cams named her Y/N." By the sound you yours Godmother's voice, she was smiling. "Y/N Maria Winchester." A tear went down his face. He knew she chose it because of your grandmother.

"I love it." He was breathing heavy. "Where is Camila? How is she? Is she tired?" Vanessa stayed quiet. "Vanessa?" She sniffed. "Vanessa, let me talk to her. What's going on?" Now your father was again, worried and Dean confused. He listened carefully to the words of his lover's best friend. She explained the same thing the doctors did. She had so much pain in her, she hated being the one with the bad news. Your father saw so many different kinds of scenarios of different moments. His heart was still beating fast, but now, not filled as before. The silent tears coming down his eyes were too much for Dean to watch, he was getting desperate. "Thanks Van, I appreciate everything you've done. Don't worry and please, call me if you need anything. Keep me updated." He said barely standing up. At that moment his weight was too much for himself.

"Take your time, I'll take care of everything. Call me."

"I will." Then, the conversation was over. He leaned back at the Impala.

"So, how's the little hurricane?" Dean asked sitting by his brother's side. "Sammy?" He was so scared by the expression he was seeing in Sam's face.

"Y/N." Was the only thing he could say. "That's the name Cams gave her, Y/N Maria Winchester."

"I love it." Dean was happy, but still worried as hell. Sam stayed quiet for a little bit. And then he couldn't handle anymore, he cried.

"She's gone, Dean. Camila is gone." He said with a trembling voice. "She died a little after labor." It was very fast. You were born and your mother felt the biggest happiness of her life when she saw you. Minutes later she was holding you in her arms. She new not everything was fine and the labor was not easy, but she already trusted you more than anything. So she said the words she needed before giving you back to the nurse. "Hey, sweetheart." She said crying, but with the biggest smile on her face. "I knew it. I knew you would look like Y/N." You were still a newborn, but she could clearly see how much you looked like your father and herself. "You're more strong than you can think, my girl. More powerful than you can imagine. You're blessed." There was only a doctor far from her and Vanessa waiting a little closer. "Your father will take care of you and you have to promise me you'll take care of him for me." She looked at you a little more. "I love you. I love you both." She held you for as long as she could. "Qui affecto protego, / mixtisque iubas serpentibus et posteris meis stirpique meae domum meam, / et deducet me ruunt momenta ut potest iactare servate innoxias." She said quietly while holding you close, crying and smiling. Praying for you. The doctor took you seconds after that and she told the doctor your name, making sure it would be this one. Your mother stayed with her best friend, recovering. She made herself stop the crying and just held a lot of tears for as much as she could. She had to be strong for you and all the ones who loved you too. Camila was thinking straight and had to say everything before it was too late. Her feelings were so many, but she was a mother now. Nothing could ever stay in her way. "Vanessa, give my necklace to her. Make sure she keeps it with her, always."

"Cams..." She started.

"It's hers now. Teach her everything you can and tell Sam about it. It has to be you. She needs her Godmother." Vanessa nodded. While she talked, she felt worried, bad and good, happy and sad. She was realistic and faced her fate fearless. She lost too much blood during the labor and after it. Was something unpredictable, and it doesn't happen often. But, she was in a risked age - women in their twenties have more chances of complications during the labors, especially the first. Sam understood that, everyone did, she did and you did too. Camila knew she would die in that day, but she also knew you were coming. "There was no way we could know it." Sam finished explain to Dean, who had tears in his eyes. "It must have been so hard for her and I..." He breathed between his cry. "I wasn't there." He stared at the floor, feeling so much pain and anger of fate, of death itself. Why now? Of all the people, places, moments, hours and ways. Why did it have to be like that? Besides that, he was so worried and terrified. At the same time you were all the light he had, all the hope he felt, he was afraid of his mission. "What am I gonna do, Dean?" He turned to his big brother. Dean just listened and gave him lots of minutes to feel, while he felt deeply sad too.

"I bet she's so pretty." Dean broke the silence. "She is cute, for sure. But she's lucky to have both of you in her. Can't wait to see your great job with her. Count me in, Sammy. Always." Now, somehow, Sam was so scared that not even the support Dean and Cass gave to him were stopping him from being so worried with you and how to act around you. He felt like every single thing he did or decided could affect you in a very bad way. "Sam, I need to tell you something." You started and got up from his bed.

"Sure." He said a little nervous.

"In my reality, Vanessa told you this. But, now I'm guessing you still have no idea."

"Your mother's best friend, right?" You nodded and took a deep breath, kind of scared of speaking.

"Camila had this thing, she called sensibility. She never actually told you about it, but thanks to this gift she knew ever since she met you, that you were a hunter." Your father just payed attention. "The truth is, we come from gypsies who apparently had very powerful connections with... this world."

"Ok..." He was speechless, waiting for you to finish it.

"I lied to you, I'm sorry." He looked worried and opened his eyes even more, but tried to make sure you stayed calm. "I don't have powers only because of you." You paused. "This thing, passed to me and I have some witch abilities. But, don't freak out, I really don't use them."

"How do you know you have it?"

"It's kinda obvious."

"That you are familiar with spells?" He was worried and a little upset, but he understood you. So, he sounded soft, even if this was a surprise to him about Camila.

"I wasn't born familiar with them, I studied them in your books. I thought that, at least, it was safer if I knew a little bit about what I was doing."

"But why? If you don't use them, why you needed to know this? How is it obvious?" He was trying to understand not just you, but how he allowed you to be so deep in his world.

"Like I said, it's like a sensibility. I just guess some stuff and..." You decided to stop and sit by his side. "I never used a spell. Not once, I swear." He took a deep breath and looked at you, feeling again that endless love he couldn't explain.

"I believe you." That felt comforting for both of you. "Now, how are you for real?" You focused on the fact that he was your father, and soon or later you had to let the guard down.

"Ironically, I feel like a ghost."

"You're not a ghost." He assured you, but you felt like you finally understood the desperate in them. "Ghosts are lost and you are not, okay? You are home." The bunker never let you doubt it. But now, it was complete. So, you nodded with a sad look.

"Can I hug you?" Before you finished the question he opened his arms himself and you finally felt again how was like not being totally alone. "Thanks."

Next.

When you talk about a Reylo baby, you mean a baby created through the force bond alone, right? Because I'm wondering if the existence of a Reylo baby would imply they had sex off-screen at some point in that one year span.

You mean as if I'm saying they f****d before?

Definitely not!

I really believe it would be like Anakin, Rey would have no idea for a while. But unlike Ani, this one would have a father.

I know it's confusing so, I'll put it on topics:

The first thing that comes to my mind is Palpatine saying that they either live together or die together.

All the things about their bond.

So, it's like the Force conceived a baby in this moment because it was the most beautiful moment they had together. And their bond is so deep and powerful.

And this happens through Ben, like the Force uses him as a way for it to get to Rey. This "Force Baby" needs a highway to get to her and as Ben is saving her, he is the highway.

They have no idea about it.

But eventually Rey would find out, probably think that this is just a Force baby, not related to Ben and she is just having delusions because she misses him and can't reach him in the Force.

That's also because Leia passed all the Force she had left to her son, who is simultaneously trying to come back to life (not even close to know he is about to be a Papa).

But then it comes the day this lil' Solo is born and it looks so much like Ben, that no one can deny he is the father.

Ben comes back in time to see how tiny the cutie looks in his hands.

So yes, a Force baby, decision of the Force, destiny the Force puts in to both of them. But a DNA would say "Congrats, you are the father".

[Wait this became a headcanon?¿]

(anonymous, if this is not what you're asking, send me another ask I will answer right away)

Consequences

Never Be The Same - Part 2.

Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader.

Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.

Word Count: 1723.

Warnings: None.

A/N: I had to give a past to the character but don’t worry if it does not matches you, it won’t make a big difference through the series. Let me know if any of you want to be in my taglist. Hope you like it, don’t forget to tell me what you think!

"I say we go there and she'll talk."

"It's better if we do what she wants. At least try." Sam already had what he would need to write everything down.

"If she is who she says she is, she'll obey." He knew it was true, but Dean can take time to have faith sometimes.

"She does not like being there either." Castiel called his attention. "We are scared and confused, yes, but she is even more. We are here arguing and in the meantime she is locked in her room. We have no idea who she is now, but for her, we're the ones who she can trust. Maybe who she trusts the most." He paused. "She was the one who prayed. No calls or texts on our way back here, she was worried."

Dean stopped complaining and started doing his homework as well. After hours, Castiel stopped but Dean and Sam were not sure if they were done yet. The anxiety was not helping the memories. You told your father not to think about you, but that was impossible already. The brothers were one in front of the other, both of them tired and dying curious.

"How are you?" He finally asked.

"How are you?"

"Well, you are the father."

"Yeah, and when she told me to do this she sounded just like you."

"You know what?" Dean was going to complete but Castiel said first.

"...Screw it!"

They practically ran to your bedroom, leaving their notes and texts behind. It was almost two in the morning when you heard the knocks. You should be sleeping but how to sleep with all the confusion in your head? So, you did what you shouldn't: research. When you opened the door,

"She died, right?" You said quickly. "She is alive."

"What?" You left the door open and went back to your table where your laptop was open.

"She never met you and never died." It was kinda cruel to say that, but you needed to explain your theory. "Not everything changed, I'm here and she's alive but apparently, that's all. Like, I came from a different dimension or something but the past hasn't changed how it should. That's why you don't remember me, your now memories are still true."

"How did you find all this out?" The angel was impressed.

"Research."

"Yep. She is your daughter." Dean said to Sam, who was the only one that realized how concerned you were.

"What's the problem?"

"I was never born."

"How were you never born?" Once again what you said sounded impossible and Dean was getting even more confused.

"Because here my mother is alive."

You went to the kitchen, where Sam prepared some tea. You were about to tell them a story they know already and always have, at least for you. The worst was that in the beginning you thought something was wrong with them. But now you knew you were the one who was wrong. Who shouldn't even exist in their lives.

"Here." Sam gave you a mug.

"Thank you." You said shy. He sat and waited for you with the others. You could see they were nervous and very curious. You took a deep breath and still didn't know how to start. Everything sounded too silly to be said out loud.

"You have a middle name?" Dean asked, which helped you. You nodded.

"Maria."

"Maria? Like..." Sam started.

"...Mary, yeah." You confirmed.

"Did I..." He prepared himself to ask. "Did I chose it?"

"Actually, my mother chose Y/N Maria without even consulting you." Dean and Cass laughed a little.

"I do like it." He smiled shy too. "And your mother?"

"Her name was Camila, studying law when she met you. You were almost proposing to her and she was almost telling you about being pregnant. But then, Azazel showed up and she came back home so we would be safer. He never found out about her or me." You swallowed.

"Home?" Cass asked.

"South America." The three pair of eyes widened. "I'm Brazilian and so was she."

"I'm impressed." Dean said.

"So you lived there with her?" Sam was very focused.

"She died in the labor, so I live with my grandfather and come to stay with you in vacations, holidays and weekends. At least once a month even if my grandfather doesn't want me to."

"Why not?" Cass again.

"He only saw my father as the reason why my mother left college and I know he blames him for her death instead of me..."

"It isn't your fault." Sam interrupted.

"It isn't yours. He just didn't want me to have too much of your influence."

"In a way, he was right." Of course Sam wanted you to have education and distance from the hunter life. But he also couldn't stay away from you for too long, neither could Dean. So, ever since you can remember, you learned everything they knew. First because you should know how to protect yourself, being a Winchester putted you in danger and also, because you were smart and learned too much too fast.

"Yeah, well. His plan did not actually work." You laughed. "He wanted me to be this perfect girl so much that he left the 'raising me work' to a intern school. I think he didn't want to make the same mistakes he thinks he did with my mom." You paused. Saying too much. You loved your grandfather so much, you just hated how he tried to put you against who you've always been: a Winchester.

"He sounds nice." Castiel tried to fill the silence. You smiled.

"He is." You looked down.

"I think that's enough for now. You look tired." It felt like you were being interrogated. "Get some sleep." Sam said before the trio leave the room.

You were at your bedroom after trying to sleep and again, failing, reading new things and the same again. Hurting yourself but at the same time doing what you needed to. You heard two soft knocks at your door before it opened revealing your father.

"Hey." He said getting in.

"Hey." You answered, still with your hand on the mouse.

It is obvious that you are Sam's daughter. You have a lot of your mother in you, like your skin color, eyebrows, nose and the color of your eyes. The rest of your face is possible thanks to his genetics in you, just like your hair. You have as much hair as he does, and the color is exactly the same, but you have some more waves and little curls in it just like your mother did in hers. You are the perfect mix, but anyone who knew both would say you look more like him and that you remind people of him not only in your appearance but you being you, you are the short version of Sammy. Yes, you are shorty like your mother was.

"Couldn't sleep?" He asked sitting on your bed. You shocked your head. None of you knew what to say next.

"Did you remember anything else?"

"Actually, that's why I'm awake. I guess tomorrow I'll have a memory hangover." You laughed. "Are you okay?"

"No." You laughed trying not to cry. "But I'll be." You assured him.

"I'm sorry about everything."

"You don't have to be. It's not your fault." He saw that you were still digging about your family's life in this reality.

"Is that why you can't sleep?" You nodded. He got closer and saw a picture of your mother. "She looks different from what I remember." And then, looked at you.

"What do you remember?"

"How crazy she was. She wanted to be a lawyer to fight for what she believed in and I knew she was going to be an amazing one." He really was remembering.

"Well, she is." You closed your laptop and went to your bed quickly. "I'm glad she is doing what she loves." Sam took a deep breath and sat by your side.

"You know that it's not your fault that she died, right?"

"Do you feel like it's your fault that Jess died?" He couldn't answer.

"It's not the same."

"It's not like I owe my life to her because she died giving birth to me. I owe her own life, now she has it." He stayed quiet. No idea what to do. "So, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm sorry about your mother and your grandfather. And, I am scared too, maybe even more than you, but we'll figure it out." He said calmly, even if he was freaking out inside.

There he was. The one you actually knew. Ever since this mess started, you saw someone you knew how would think, feel and act - Sam. But now, for the first time in the last long hours, you saw the person you trusted and loved with no doubt or fear - your father.

In the day that followed, you got scared with the first thing that happened once you went to the kitchen to have breakfast: Dean hugged you tightly and for too many seconds. He remembered a lot in his sleep. Castiel remembered too but he was always awkward in a cute way: he tried to prepare your favorite breakfast. It wasn't the best, but you were so happy that you didn't even noticed. They didn't remember much but they recognized you already.

"So, you said you have tattoos" Dean said finishing his bacon.

"I have the anti-possession one in my back and these two." You showed your arm and your right collarbone with the "non timebo mala" in it.

"If you have the anti-possession one why do you still wear the necklace?" Cass asked why you had the same symbol in your neck.

"I..." Sam was having another flashback. "I gave it to her mother to protect and she gave it to Y/N." It was the one thing you had that was as much as yours and your mother's and your father's. "Y/N, I know that you came here to spend your school summer with us but if you're staying here you have to get back to classes soon so..."

"Sammy, the girl just landed in a new reality, give her some time."

"It's okay, he's right. But, before we do that, I found a case..."

Next.

Huntress- Part One: Screw You

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E1, so warning: SPOILERS

“I’ve been tortured by the devil himself and this is what you’ve got? A cold shower?” The man snarled. You lent back in your chair, curious and yet dreading whatever was next. There was a woman behind you, gun aimed at your head to assure you didn’t try anything. Toni insisted you watched what was happening. You saw her walk on into view, her cold stare was even piercing through a screen. She watched him as he began to shiver. You didn’t want to, you wanted to look away, to find the water works and break the pipes. Something.

But you knew you had to watch.

Shivering, his soaking body leaned forward and he managed those same two words. “Screw,” He took a deep breath “You.”

Without warning, Toni jabbed a needle in the side of his neck and within seconds he was out cold. You winced at the thought. Toni used the same routine with every one of them.

You felt a strong hand grab your upper arm and drag you into standing up. It was no use fighting at this point. They then tugged you along the corridor and threw open the door. There he was: his head hanging low, brown hair covering his closed eyes. “Put her in the corner.” Toni nodded towards the chains.

Brilliant.

They snapped the harsh metal onto your wrists and threw you to the floor. Your scorched foot scraped against the dirty floor, stinging the wounds even through a bandage. You took in a sharp breath and closed your eyes, throwing your head back against the wall. “Sweet dreams.”

You watched. You did nothing but watch as the man heaved himself up on to his feet. One foot was bandaged like yours, the other just plastered in the dust and dirt of the floor. He had unintentionally ripped jeans, a dark checked shirt draping over his broad shoulders and just a little above the shoulder length shaggy hair that surprisingly suited him. Feeling the harsh grip of the chains surrounding your wrists, you continued to observe him. With the help of the chair -originally for you- he limped towards the trapdoor-like wooden panels. But they were as chained together as your hands.

You stay perfectly still. Only your eyes moved, following him hobble around the room.

Completely unaware of you slumped in the corner; he hit one of the doors with his fist and shouted. You sighed to yourself. The dried blood tracing your face was uncomfortable to say the least. Your black eye was a constant reminder that you lost. You lost the fight and now here you were. Stupid.

You murmured “I wouldn’t bother.”. His head snapped to face you instantly, clearly shocked by your sudden outburst. “Who-,” He stumbled slightly so grabbed the wall to steady himself “Who are you?”

You continued to watch him with the same blank expression. Maybe not blank. Maybe just tired. He, however, looked evidently shocked and yet also curious. “Good question.” You huffed.

“My name’s Sam…Winchester.” He said it in such a way, as though he expected a reaction when he added his surname. Instead, it just confirmed your suspicions. “Y/N…” You whispered, looking away from him. “When did you get here?” He asked, limping over to you. He crouched down as best he could in front of you, far more concerned about you than you thought he would be.

“Last night. You were unconscious…” you trailed off.

You answered him as best you could. He didn’t deserve someone being uselessly vague at this point. His eyes noticed the bandage covering your foot, followed by his face dropping and his sympathetic eyes returning to look at you. “How old are you?” He tilted his head, his eyebrows still knitted together. You open your mouth to speak but the floor was taken by that wretched voice: “Morning all.”

You scowl and glare at her, shifting slightly to face her general direction. The metal scraped across the floor in attempt to keep you down. If it wasn’t for those chains you’d be making a beeline for the door behind her. “Hello, Y/N. I see you’ve met our new arrival,” She stopped on the last step to look between you both and smiled to herself “Look familiar?” She asked you, nodding towards ‘Sam’.

“Piss off.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. 

“I presume she hasn’t told you.” Toni turned her attention away from you.

“She’s just a kid.” He sounded almost hurt by this. Confused.

“She’s not a kid,” Toni paused to eye you “She’s your child.” Toni said the words so clearly and loudly no one could miss it. You knew really. They’d been threatening you with the possibility of finding a Winchester for long enough. Especially the famous Sam Winchester. You stared at the floor, finding an interesting slate to stare at. Intense- you felt the silence staring you down.

“…What?” Sam…your dad…managed.

“You heard me.” Silence. A sigh. “Does the name Rebecca Brooks mean anything to you?”

You almost looked up at the mention of your Mum. Despite everything, even though you knew it was her fault for getting you into this mess, her fault that…well…nevermind…you still missed her. You still wanted your revenge. ‘Screw you’ you thought.

“You’re serious?” Sam sounded exhausted and yet so determined to distinguish the truth from the lies. You knew the feeling.

“Rebecca Brooks. Studying Zoology at Stanford University. You two had a one night stand. Of course you did. Two post hunters who’d but escaped the life- you understood each other.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear to make herself perfect again. “It’s a pity you forgot what protection was.” You knew that was aimed at you but you didn’t give her the satisfaction of reacting “No more than a month later she ran back to England. I may be manipulative, Sam. But I don’t lie…” She paused and you felt her stare at you “I won’t lie.”

“I thought she just dropped out…” Sam mumbled to himself.

“No. She saw you with Jessica and decided it would be best to leave. Back to England. To raise a child without a father…She was brave.” Toni moved toward the pair of you, she knew full well Sam wouldn’t hurt her. Not with her partner in the doorway- armed. And not with you in such a vulnerable position. You frowned…since when did Toni have any respect for your Mum? “brave”. The word circled your mind. She was brave, but not in Toni’s eyes. “Why did you say that?” You squint up at her, determined to find the answer.

“Say what?” She sounded taken back by your curiosity.

“You said she was brave.” You stated.

“Oh. She was. We trained her well. It wasn’t her that was the problem, Y/N. It was you.” 

You frown again: “Oh sure that clears things up.” You mumble, rolling your eyes.

She stood above you, not bothering to crouch down to your level like Sam did. “I trust you’re still listening.” She said, holding out her taser so it was in your view. You move your head to face her, glancing up through your fringe.

“Good.” She jabbed the taser at your upper arm. Immediately, you flinched at the touch, your entire body trying to withdraw itself unsuccessfully. But nothing happened. She hadn’t activated it. “Screw you.” You spat, eyeing Sam for a split second.

Laughing, she folded her arms over her chest and tilted her head slightly. “I’d have loved for your mother to see you now. What do you think she would say?”

“I doubt you’d listen.” You roll your eyes. Laughing under her breath, she nodded to herself. “Oh but we would. I would.”

“I’m going to give you a chance to get to know each other. Then we can have some fun.” Toni smiled before upping and leaving. “Oh and Sam, there’s a reason she’s chained up and you’re not.” Sam’s eyes traced the chains up to the wall “Physical strength isn’t always the best asset…Even for a hunter.”

The door closed, followed by the sound of keys, then a lock.

Silence took over the room. Maybe it was awkward. Maybe not. You were too focused on correctly assembling the information in your mind to notice. You knew someone had to say something.

“Are you really my Dad?” You asked quietly, you didn’t realise it would come out as such a whisper. 

‘Why ask?’ You thought. It would have made it easy for him to say no. But, you knew he was. Your Mum always spoke about the ‘American college boy’. But this was his chance to decline. This was his chance to shake his head. His chance to disown you. Who knows, you might have taken it.

The man nodded. “I think,” 

'Last chance' you thought, eyeing the cameras.

“Yeah. I think I am”

Huntress- P2: Family Reunion

Thanks for reading! I’m always taking ideas to improve or add to the next parts so feel free to drop me an ask! Part two will be based loosely around episode 2 of S12. I’m following the storyline while also incorporating my own so bear with if it doesn’t always fit together perfectly: I haven’t read the script obviously haha.

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