A story of Family, Friends and a Shit load of problems!

Chapter 7

Angels Prov.

I knocked on John’s blue front door and stood off the doorstep waiting to be welcomed inside. The door swung open and my father-in-law smiled down at me. His expression made me feel warm and safe, like my own father had once made me feel. But he was long dead. John was the closest thing I had to a father in my life.

“Angel, fancy seeing you here at this time.” He said as he gently took grip of my upper arm and guided me inside. The door was then shut gently, “ What can I do you for?”

“Do I need a reason to pay a visit to my Father – in – law from time to time?” I replied trying my hardest to muster up a convincing smile.

“Not when he lives 4 miles out of town and its ten thirty in the evening.”

The man was too damn smart. I shrugged, not knowing how to answer him.

“Is my Dean giving you a hard time? Or are you guys researching for some hunt that I wasn’t informed about? Or maybe it’s both?”

“It’s none of them actually.” I looked down at my hands and started cleaning my cuticles ,” Sam and Sarah were having an discussion about supernatural related things today and Dana – being the little sneaky minx that she is – ease dropped and is asking questions. Dean is all game to answer her questions but I am not so sure.”

John nodded his head and made ‘hmmm’ sounds. He laid his hand on my arm again and escorted me into his kitchen, where I took a seat at the table and he switched on the kettle.

“You don’t want her to know about our past?” He finally replied.

“To be honest. No. I don’t want her to grow up in fear like we did. I mean I will tell her eventually but not now. She is just too damn young.” The kettle boiled nosey in the background and John continued nodding his head, “For her to know about mine and Sam’s blood would just be the cherry on top of the crap cake that this is turning out to be.”

John retrieved mugs from the cupboard and placed a spoon full of coffee in one and a tea bag in the other. I knew he was stalling – trying to find a decent answer, one that wouldn’t upset me.

“You should tell her now. It’s only fair. You may not want to ruin her childhood – but it was an unfortunate incident that she overheard and we just have to deal with that. Besides. It is better that we answer her questions now than have her find out by other means later.” He placed the tea in front of me, “There is no way around this.”

It was the truth. I could tell a lie but that would only go to shit in the end. I could forget about it and not answer her questions but then she may rebel and find things out by her self – she was too much like her father not to. If I wanted the best for my daughter – telling her of our past shenanigans was the only way.

John sat on the chair across from me and placed his hand over mine. It was comforting but not helpful in any way. We remained in silence and I assumed he was thinking over ways to explain to Dana. I, however, was thinking over ways to deal with her. This would not be easy on any child but it would be especially hard for her. She was like me when it came to things like this. Yeah she would act all tough and cover up like her father would do but deep down, she was questioning herself and worrying to the point of being physically sick. I didn’t want that for my daughter, it was heart breaking.

“We should all sit her down and explain to her. The other kids can be left with Missouri for a hour or so.” John said between sips of coffee, “ It will all be okay.”

Somehow I wasn’t convinced.