#request to request

“You’re not my DAD!” She shrieked, it was worse than a banshee’s scream. The door slammed, shaking the cement structure of the bunker. Dean groaned, wiping his hand down his face, he collapsed into the chair opposite Sam and stole his whiskey, downing it in one mouthful. “She's stubborn, unruly, ungrateful and …” Dean shook his head, snorting at the endless list. “Your daughter.” Sam finished. Dean groaned again and sunk into his palms. Dean was at a loss, Claire, at her worst, wasn't this bad. “Cass?” Dean called out, he knew it’d be useless, Cass hadn't answered his prayers in weeks, he hadn't seen the boys in just as long. Sam gave him a sad look. “What, Sam?” Dean snapped, Sam sat back and shook his head. “Turning to Cass for advice about your daughter.” He explained, watching his brother, worry evident in his features. “Call Jodie, I know what you think,” Sam quickly said before Dean could reject the idea again, “but she helped with Alex and Claire, I'm not saying we dump YN with her, just ask for advice.” Sam pleaded, Dean let out a heavy sigh and pulled out the phone from his pocket.

“Sam,” Jodie greeted, pulling the tall man in for a hug, she was quickly pulled out of the embrace by the hushed shouting coming from the Impala. Dean looked at wits end, YN was still inside the impala, playing a game of locked doors! “Dean!” Jodie called, waving him over, “leave her.” She instructed. “But… baby.” Dean moped, Jodie clapped him on the shoulder. “Does she have the keys?” Dean shook his head, “Then she has to come in sometime!” Jodie pulled the older brother in for a tight, comforting, hug.

“Dean, she's missing her mother and you've whisked her away to something she doesn't know. Is she going back to school at the end of the holidays?” Jodie asked, putting a mug of fresh coffee down in front of the boys before collapsing into her arm chair. Dean hadn't given it any thought, he was just trying to get through the summer holidays, if he could deposit her at school that'd mean less time arguing with her. But as Dean opened his mouth to answer there was the unmistakable rev from the Impala. Dean was out of his chair faster than a vampire sniffing blood. “YN! Don't you dare!” Dean yelled across the lawn, running for the door. YN wiggled her fingers, flashed her teeth and took off, burning rubber on the curb. “She doesn't have the keys, what can she do.” Dean muttered, mocking Jodie’s reassurance from earlier. He was fuming, Sam was sure Dean would actually murder YN this time.

Her phone went for the seventh time, she rolled her eyes and smacked the green button then pushed the speaker. “Hello?” She answered, a bit abrasive but she had to smile when her father was already blowing up on the other end. “-get back here this instant, or I swear to-” Dean was yelling. “Who is this?” She asked, laughing to herself when it set him off further. “You know damn well who it is. Stop playing and bring Baby back, NOW!” Dean was growling, almost panting at the end of his demand. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” YN teased, revving the Impala hard, just to rev Dean up! “DAMN IT, YN. I’m not joking around.” There was a fuss on the other end of the phone. “Hi, YN?” A female asked. “Who’s this?” YN bit back, slowing down a little. “It’s Jodie. I get that you-” “Jodie? As in the one that’s meant to sort me out?” YN scoffed, picking up the speed again. “Listen, kid, your Mom died, and that’s bloody rough, it’s not fair and it shouldn’t have ever happened.” Jodie had begun her speech, but YN had heard this from Sam already, maybe not as blunt, but something similar. “You don’t get it, try losing family, then -” YN swerved, the wheels scratching in protest against the gravel, unable to gain traction against the loose ground. “YN?” Jodie yelled into the phone, “YN, what’s happening? Are you alright?” There was a commotion on the end of the phone, either Dean was scrabbling to get the phone back or she was struggling to find loud speaker. The car slammed to a stop against a fence post, folding the corner in with a crunch. YN straightened in the driver’s seat, wiping her hand across her forehead and hissing when she came across a gash at her hairline. “YN? Dammit!” Dean snapped on the other end of the phone, it pulled her out of the shock induced haze. She reached into the passenger’s footwell and grabbed the phone that had fallen down. “I think…” She turned around in her seat, the road was empty. She was sure someone had been there. “He came outta nowhere, but now he’s…” She unbuckled her seatbelt, “I’m just gonna,” She began to open her door, but fell out when someone on the other side ripped it wide. The man’s hand began to pull her up by her hair, she cried out and struggled with his hand. “Get off me! Let me go!” She screamed, kicking and thrashing at the young man. He was much stronger and taller than her and it took nothing to withstand her feeble attempts to fight. “YN!” Dean’s voice was clear from the receiver, it actually filled the car he was so loud. “Dad!” YN screamed before the man smacked her head against the side of the car. She instantly went limp and fell to the ground. The man stepped over her and picked up the phone. “How lucky am I to have come across Dean Winchester’s daughter?” The man laughed, he could hear Dean’s heavy breathing. “Leave her where you found her and I won’t slaughter you.” Dean barked down the phone. This made the man snort, he was so full of confidence in his plan, he didn’t need to be scared - so he thought. “I’ll make you a deal, I’ll hand her over if you come to pick her up.” Dean knew this was too good to be true. “Alone.” The monster breathed the last word before hanging up, it was as if the man were standing by Dean, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

“I can’t believe you talked us into this.” Jodie voiced her disapproval for the hundredth time. Sam had been a silent mess since the call, all for tracking YN’s phone, he hadn’t said a word, not even about Dean’s crazy plan. “I’m not saying go home, just … hang back.” Dean instructed once more, tucking a spare gun into the back of his pants and checking the blade at his hip. “Dean, we don’t even know what you’re walking into.” Jodie gave one last try at making him see reason, but she knew better, she would do anything for her girls, hell - she had. Dean closed the door quietly and disappeared into the treeline.

“Why me, huh? Couldn’t take Dean down yourself?” YN sniped, twisting her wrists against the hard, cold, chains holding her arms above her head. The young man backhanded her out of annoyance. The results of her other attempts at sass mouthing was already swelling her left eye closed. “You are worse than your father.” The man groaned, rubbing the raw spot on his knuckles. “All mouth, no plan. Speaking of… where is he?” The man moved to the window and peaked out the blinds. YN opened her mouth, clicking her jaw before spitting out blood. “You really are stupid.” She truly was amazed by his ignorance. He spun on his heel and was on her in a second, hand raised, but she didn’t flinch. Even though her cheek bone was an angry red, her eye swollen shut, lip split and bleeding from previous disciplining, she was strong, or dumb. He narrowed his eyes, trying to decide which. “How’s that?” He demanded, dropping his hand, raising his eyebrow instead. “You nabbed the wrong Winchester, moron.” She informed, as if it were obvious. “Dean doesn’t care about me. If you really wanted to piss him off, you should’ve taken Sam.” He laughed, a hearty, sadistic, laugh. Now who was the moron. “You really think Dean Winchester won’t come to save you?” The man began to laugh again, but something silenced him, he stood up straighter, head tilted to one side, listening, then he relaxed and pointed at the door just as someone knocked on it. “Come on, asshole. I’m here. Don’t go shy now.” Dean called from the other side. YN audibly groaned. She truly had thought she was alone in this, or at least had hoped. “You were saying?” The man whispered as he went to answer the door. “How nice of you to join us.” The young man quipped as Dean stepped into the cabin. His eyes flew to YN, taking in her beaten face and the restraints. He turned his attention back to the man, a new anger bubbling inside him. “I’m here. Now, let her go.” Dean snarled.

“Don’t worry, Sam, she’ll be okay.” Jodie reassured while watching Dean step up to the door at the cabin. They both slipped out from the truck’s cab, closing the doors quietly, the slight click the only audible noise from the car. “It’s not that.” Sam whispered as they drew their weapons and stalked into the woods. Jodie threw him a look that screamed explain. “I can’t help think, if I’d stepped in sooner, or if we asked you to come to us…” Sam trailed off as they approached the cabin. With the light from the windows, Jodie could see how this was eating at Sam. “Sam,” she whispered, “You’ve met Alex and Claire, teen girls will always do what they want. You just gotta let them get it outta there system.” Sam was skeptical and she snorted, “While providing an ear and strict rules.” Jodie finished.

The man shoved Dean against the wall with surprising speed, quickly overpowering him into a headlock. YN had seen plenty of crime and action on screen, the man’s arm was tight against Dean’s throat and Dean’s face was bright red, struggling to pull the man’s arm away. “Don’t worry, Dean. I’m not gonna kill you just yet. I’m gonna make you watch as I kill your daughter.” He smacked Dean’s head against the wall, before he could argue, efficiently knocking him out cold. YN watched on in horror, the man’s words ringing in her ears, kill your daughter. “NO!” Dean yelled, capturing Sam and Jodie’s attention. They both bolted through the remaining trees towards the cabin, Sam reached the door first, bursting through. YN was held tight against a man’s front, claws threatening to puncture her throat. His eyes were yellow, his stare fierce as he surveyed the larger Winchester in the doorway. Dean was tied to a chair, positioned directly in front of the two, as if watching a show. Sam trained his gun on the man’s temple, what was visible just over YN’s shoulder. Jodie entered then, out of breath but gun raised and ready. “Remember me, Winchester?” the beast snarled, his eyes resting on Dean, whose jaw was clenched, every muscle pulling against the restraints holding him to the chair. “You killed my mother.” the man spat when there’d been no answer. “Amy Pond. You’re Jacob?” Sam asked, his gun lowered to waist level, moving away from Dean. The man had to maneuver with YN to keep eye contact with the taller hunter, giving Jodie the opportunity to silently work on Dean’s binding’s. Jacob’s grip slackened, his face fell from a snarl to sadness. “You were good to her Sam, she told me about the hunter that helped her escape.” The kitsune said over YN’s shoulder, still using the teenager as a shield. His grip tightened again, worse than before, the tip of a claw catching in YN’s neck, breaking the skin and drawing a whimper from her, eyes tight shut as she waited. “That’s why this won’t be easy.” Jacob shouted, and as if in slow motion, many things happened at once. The young man’s muscles flexed in preparation to dice YN’s throat. YN’s lips formed her last words I’m Sorry. Sam brought his gun up in front of his face. Jodie screamed NO! Dean dove from the chair, launching at the man, catching him around the waist. Time caught up; Jacob and Dean fell to the floor, Jacob’s claws catching at YN’s skin, leaving a trail of shallow red lines down her neck, collarbone and arm. Jodie followed the motion, tracking the movement of arms and legs as hunter and hunted scrambled on the floor. Sam was at YN’s side in a flash, helping her out of the restraints, catching her as she collapsed, the blood finally flowing back into her fingertips making them tingle with pins and needles. Jodie let off a shot. “No!” Sam called, gesturing for Jodie not to shoot again. He was a misunderstood young man that Sam felt for, Jacob could surely be saved. But as Sam looked back to his brother and the beast, he discovered Dean was pinned, claws inches from his face. YN pushed out of Sam’s grip, grabbing at the knife she knew he kept in his belt loop. She plunged the knife into Jacob’s back. His body arched away from the blade, but YN followed him, grasping at his shoulder and jerking the knife further into him. Jacob let out a gurgled moan before his body slumped, dead weight collapsing to the side of Dean. “We could’ve…” Sam began but Jodie clapped his shoulder and shook her head, she knew that feeling all too well, we could’ve saved him, talked sense into him. But once a man turns beast, there’s no coming back. Dean sat up, pushing Jacob’s limbs off his legs. “Dad!” YN threw herself at her father, falling into his lap, collapsing against his chest and winding her arms around him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She sobbed. Dean looked at Jodie and Sam then back at his teenage daughter, pulling her close against him, reassuring her. “You’re okay. You’re safe now, sweetheart.” Dean muttered into the top of her head, his lips resting in her hair. “I don’t wanna lose you too.” She whimpered into his jacket. Her words froze him in place, finally he thawed and pulled her back to look at him. The claw marks on her neck, the bruises on her face, and her swollen eye were a reminder that he had to protect her no matter the cost. “Listen to me, YN. I’m not going anywhere.” He said, his grip on her shoulders tightened as he shook her slightly. “You hear me?” He asked, kissing her forehead and pulling her back under his chin as she gave a faint nod.

The drive back in the Impala was quiet. Sam had volunteered to go with Jodie, giving Dean and YN time to talk. YN looked over at him through her good eye, concentrating on the lines around his eyes, the serious set of his jaw, the sullen line by his lips, the permanent frown in his brow. Dean turned to glance at her, feeling her eyes on him, she quickly turned, looking back out the window. “You okay?” Dean asked, hoping she wouldn’t reply with some smart-ass quip, much like he would. “I’m not going anywhere either.” She murmured, stealing a look at him in the reflection of her window. Dean glanced over at her again, instead of a child entrusted to him by a woman he hardly knew, he saw a Winchester. He saw his daughter.