Pairing: Dean x Daughter!Reader, Sam x Niece!Reader
Warnings: Yelling, Anxiety/Panic, Slight Cursing (1 or 2 words), Anger/Rage
Summary: YN needs to tell her dad about a big decision, but Dean doesn't take it too well.
A/N: @mlovesstories inspired this story on a late night talk
YN: 21 (College Junior)
Dean: 42
Sam: 37
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"Hey, Dad. I want to talk to you about something."
Dean turns to the kitchen entrance and smiles at his daughter, "Sure, sweetheart. What's on your mind?"
YN crosses the kitchen over to Dean and sits across from him at the table. As she sits, Dean notices her shaking frame and the nervous look in her eyes. YN keeps her head down, looking at the table and playing with her hands.
"YN, you okay?" asked Dean. YN looks up at Dean, but avoided his eyes.
Dean's eyes are more sympathetic the more he worries about his daughter. "Sweetheart, you know you can tell me anything. I know there's something bothering you. Just tell me, it's okay."
YN took a deep breath and sighed, "So, I've been in college for 3 years now right?" Dean nods as YN continues, "And you know how I've been a History major for those 3 years?" Dean nods slowly as he squints his eyes at his daughter. "Well, you see. It's not that I don't like History. No, that not what I mean. Um, okay sometimes people grow...no that's not it. Look, Dad, I-"
The front door slams shut as footsteps could be heard coming near Dean and YN.
Just as YN looks up at Dean, Sam walks through the kitchen door with bags in his hands. "Hey, I'm back from the store. I thought I'd make dinner." Sam notices YN and Dean staring at him. He smiles at YN, "Oh are you finally telling him you changed your major?"
YN gasped, wide eyed in panic as she turned back to Dean. Dean's eyes were in shock, and he was obviously mad.
"You changed your major?!"
"Did you even think about talking to me about it?
"I talked to Sam the day I did-"
"Oh, so now Sam gets to know everything that happens in your life?!"
"Stop it, both of you!" Sam yelled over YN and Dean. They looked at him, YN with fear and Dean with anger. "Dean for once in your life just shut up and listen to what she has to say. YN, I'm sorry I assumed you had already mentioned it."
"It's okay, Sammy. I was actually having trouble finding the words to say. I guess just being abrupt helps."
"Speak for yourself," Dean says as he stands from his seat and makes his way out of the kitchen.
YN looks up at Sam, tears forming in her eyes. Sam walks over and bends down to hug her. She hugs back and lets out a sob. "Shh, it's okay. It's okay. Relax, it's not the end of the world. I know you know what that actually feels like."
YN let out a small chuckle, "You're right Sammy."
Sam pushed her back to look in her eyes, "Go talk to him. Explain everything. Be calm, and if you need me just yell." YN nodded, stood from her seat, and left the kitchen.
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YN walked up to Dean's bedroom door. She raised her hand to knock, but hesitated for a moment. She sighed, speaking to herself, "You can do this. Sammy took the news better, but this is your dad. He can be understanding...sometimes. Just take a deep breath, and knock." She did just that.
There was no noise from inside after she knocked. So she knocked again. Still nothing. She knocked a third time when the door swung open revealing a very pissed off Dean.
"What do you want now? Come to tell me you dropped out of college all together?"
"Dad, please. Just let me explain."
Dean ignored his daughter and walked back into his room. YN walked inside, shutting the door behind her.
"Dad, there's a reasonable explanation for this I promise."
Dean sat on his bed, facing the wall, and crossed his arms, "Yeah, I bet."
YN sighed again, feeling the tears coming back. She walked over to Dean's bed and sat down next to him, "I'm sorry. You're right, I should've told you as soon as the thought crossed my mind. But I was scared. I didn't know what was going on. I thought I was going through a slump. Turns out, I just didn't get to explore as much as I thought in college."
Dean closed his eyes, "I'm not mad at you, YN."
Dean turned to YN and sighed, "I'm not mad. I'm just...I don't know, I guess I just feel left out. I know you and Sam are close, especially because he can help you with college stuff. He went to college, I didn't. I have know idea what either of you are talking about half the time. I guess I...I just don't want to miss anything in your life. You're my daughter, my only daughter. I want to know about the big decisions in your life."
Tears fell from YN's eyes, "Dad, I had no idea you felt like that. Why didn't you tell me?"
Dean chuckled, "I should be asking you that, kiddo."
"Well, I didn't change majors exactly. I just added one, so I'm a double major now. I'm almost finished with one degree, but I found a passion for something different, so I just added it."
"Yeah, you lost me after 'Well'."
YN giggled, "Okay, I've been a History major for 3 years, yeah?" Dean nods as she continues, "But 2 months ago, I found something I love so much more. So I decided to try it for myself, and I fell in love with it. Yeah, I like History but I don't think it's my calling. I'm not changing to something completely different, I'm just adding something new."
"Oh, okay. That makes sense. I think," Dean looked towards the wall again, "So does this mean you won't graduate next year?"
YN shook her head, "No, I'll graduate the year after. I'm only set back one year. And now I'm getting scholarships for both majors instead of the one, so now I don't need to take out anymore loans."
"I'm okay with that." Dean smiled at his daughter. "I'm sorry for getting mad."
"I'm sorry for not discussing it with you before just jumping to it. I promise, next time a big decision like this happens, you'll be the first to know."
Dean leaned over and hugged YN, and she hugged him back. "I love you, YN"
Dean pulled back to look at his daughter, "So, what major did you add anyway?"
"Drama. I really think I want to be a costume designer."
Dean sighed and shook his head, "Wow, that was so not what I expected to come out of your mouth. Maybe you can make Sam and I a few disguises."
"It would be my pleasure. You two can finally look like proper FBI agents, instead of just two weirdos in suits."
"Hey now, I rock that suit and you know it."
YN rolled her eyes, "Mhmm, totally, you old fart."
"Excuse me, young lady? Does somebody need a visit from the Tickle Monster?" Dean had a grin on his face as his raised his arms towards YN. "Don't think I forgot you're still ticklish."
YN's eyes were wide in fear, "You wouldn't dare."
Dean laughed, "Oh, I totally would dare."
