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Post by Timur on Sept 7, 2016 3:37:33 GMT
Sam Winchester It had been driving him up the wall. Dean and Alula were so much alike. The attitude, the sarcasm, the witty phrases, they even looked alike and leaned against the wall the same way. Now those could of been things she picked up from Dean in her time here, but she had had sarcasm and attitude from the very start, so it was unlikely. A logical explanation? They were related. Closer than he and Alula were at least. How to prove that? Get a bit of their blood and take it up for a parentage test. He could just be totally mistaken, and to avoid the super embarrassing situation if he was, he'd just have to be sneaky. If they weren't related, he wouldn't tell them. If they were? Then he was right and he's tell them. Simple, clean, and effective. Alula was easy. She was always bumping into things, and soon enough she bumped into the door and gave herself a nosebleed. Sam had helped her, and used the blood on the tissue for the test. Dean was a little harder though, but once they went on a hunt it wasn't hard to get some of his blood. Best of all? They didn't even suspect a thing. So he sent them to be tested. After that he had to be patient and wait for the results to come back. And today was the day. He drove to the place to pick the results up, driving by the grocery store as well to pick up some grub like he had said he was doing. He put the food away, the papers in his pocket, and then when nobody was around to snoop on him pulled them out and read them. Fawn probably could see through their telepathic bond as witch and familiar but he wasn't worried about that. If she did he trusted her to keep quiet about it, there was no reason to tell. He read through the paper, skimming over the part that didn't seem important. His eyes widened when he got to the end. They were father and daughter. He was an uncle. This girl had been living on the streets her entire life and they should of done something about it. No they didn't know, but Sam immediately started to feel guilty about what a harsh ordeal the girl had been through. The hunting life wasn't the best, but at least here she would know she had someone to rely on for food, a good place to sleep, and people who loved and cared about her and her well being. So now he had to tell them. Sam made his way to the main stretch of the bunker where they usually ate or talked or researched, a good place to break the news. It wasn't the most private but in reality nothing was ever private. "Dean, Alula, could you come here for a sec?" Sam called out. If Fawn or Lark or someone else came, he wouldn't care as long as they didn't care, after all it was something their whole group needed to know. A muffled sound of complaint reached his ears, muffled because it was far away, but soon enough he could hear Dean's footsteps coming his way to hear the news that could change his life forever.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 7, 2016 3:54:04 GMT
Fawn would of course see things differently than Sam. Hunting couldn't be so bad; atleast not to her. Birchkit could hunt like Sam and Dean, if he ever wanted to, of course.
Alula, yes. She acted exactly like Dean, even had twinge of Sam in her. She had her own personality, just like everybody else did, of course. But, she acted most like Dean. She was a little more soft than he was, but that was the Sam side of the poor girl. Clumsiness? Probably her mother.
Alula had of course ran into something. Not paying attention, she had ran into another door. Again. Sam had helped her and hurried off. Huh. She would have to thank him later. Politeness was important.
Alula had finally gotten onto a good side of Fawn. The dog really didn't seem to care too much for Ala, but this was the first time she was able to pet her without her getting up and moving away. Fawn had her head on her paws, half asleep as Alula gently petted her head. The girl smiled. Yes!
However, it didn't last long as Fawn quickly raised her head. With that the shepherd would look to the entrance then at Alula. She huffed, disappearing down the hallway to what Alu assumed was Sam's room. She looked to the entrance as Sam came in and offered a wave.
His next words confused her however. What had she done this time? She inwardly groaned before marching over to Sam, reaching him first because she was closer.
Alula's eyes had done a strange thing. They had gone to all brown to a green ring around her pupil. Odd, but quite pretty one could say. She turned those odd eyes to where Dean was marching from.
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Post by Timur on Sept 7, 2016 4:42:13 GMT
Ok. They were all there. Sam took the papers out of his pocket, his eyes flicking towards them one last time before he cleared his throat. "So uh, you guys must of noticed the similarities between the two of you, because I did. And well I ran a test." Sam started. Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam. Now what had he done now? "What sort of "test" did you run?" Dean said, shifting his weight to the other foot as he gave Sam a questioning look. Sam paused for just a moment before saying "A blood test of sorts, to test... parentage." Dean froze. There's only be one reason why Sam was telling him this. No. It couldn't be possible. Alula?
"Dean, Alula is your daughter."
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Post by Pebble on Sept 7, 2016 11:49:02 GMT
Sam had pretty much ed lost Alula on the blood test deal. What the hell was a test? Oh wait. He was going to answer that soon, haha. She mentally slapped herself for this, the answer was so obvious! However, Dean speaking interrupted her thoughts. Yes. What type of test? Okay, Sam was speaking now. Wait what? A tea of... parentage? Okay, so she and Dean may have acted a lot like, but Alula didn't have a father. Her father, she had presumed had died just like her mother. Her heart started slamming against her rib cage, her breath shorter. No.
"Dean, Alula is your daughter. "
Alula's head started spinning. Dean... was her father? All this time... he had been right there? At first joy lept in her throat. It was quickly shoved back down by rage, though. He was her father and he didn't even care to drop by and see her mother? He didn't care about Alula? All these years she could have been living safely with him! But nooo, he didn't care! She had to spend years with him. The man who had "cared" for her had done terrible things to her. Day after wretched day he would do so. 'It's to repay me' he would say. Naive little Alula accepted it.
Then she got smart and started denying it. He started forcing it. She fought and fought, but she was nothing but a rag doll to him. At age ten she was able to slip away, living the next four years as a thief. She was a survivor, yes. But she could have been here! She wouldn't have had to gone through the horrible things he put her through.
She gazed at the floor for a moment, eyes wide. No. This couldn't be possible, could it? She couldn't say anything, only pull herself to mouth "what?" Like that would do anything. She finally looked at Dean, eyes still wide. They quickly narrowed though. She was still speechless as she casted her gaze between Dean and Sam.
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Post by Timur on Sept 7, 2016 22:56:27 GMT
Dean Winchester Oh dear god. Alula? Yeah they were similar, but father and daughter? Dean was too shocked to make any references to any movies that had something like this. He was a father, and his daughter had been on the streets for most of her life. That would explain why her mother had spoken of him fondly, why he fit the description she had been given. Dean looked over to Alula. She seemed happy, and then really really mad. "What a, uh, what a pleasant surprise." he stammered, stopping by a harsh look from Sam trying to tell him to cut it. No, probably not the best idea at the time. Dean would close his mouth and look down at the floor by his feet for a second, thinking about what to say. Alula had been living on the damned streets her whole life, hardly a life at all. And this was his reaction not knowing about the guy who had done a crappy job at caring for her. She probably would of died of blood loss had he not been around by pure chance to save her. She could of died so many times over and he wouldn't ever of known of her existence. Then Dean would look up and at his newly reunited daughter. His child. The one who was his flesh and blood, as closely related to him as Sam or Mary. He hadn't even known about her. Why didn't her mother call? Tell him that Alula existed? After a bit of hesitation, still looking for the right words to say, Dean would then say "Well how about the three of us go out for ice cream sundaes or something and catch up?" He decided to invite Sam along too, since well he was the uncle, and considering that now Alula was going to live here now at the very least he and Sam should know a bit more about her past, maybe something to with the gang who shot her. Maybe he should of apologized, but if he didn't know about her or that they were related was it really his fault?
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Post by Timur on Sept 7, 2016 22:56:29 GMT
Dean Winchester Oh dear god. Alula? Yeah they were similar, but father and daughter? Dean was too shocked to make any references to any movies that had something like this. He was a father, and his daughter had been on the streets for most of her life. That would explain why her mother had spoken of him fondly, why he fit the description she had been given. Dean looked over to Alula. She seemed happy, and then really really mad. "What a, uh, what a pleasant surprise." he stammered, stopping by a harsh look from Sam trying to tell him to cut it. No, probably not the best idea at the time. Dean would close his mouth and look down at the floor by his feet for a second, thinking about what to say. Alula had been living on the damned streets her whole life, hardly a life at all. And this was his reaction not knowing about the guy who had done a crappy job at caring for her. She probably would of died of blood loss had he not been around by pure chance to save her. She could of died so many times over and he wouldn't ever of known of her existence. Then Dean would look up and at his newly reunited daughter. His child. The one who was his flesh and blood, as closely related to him as Sam or Mary. He hadn't even known about her. Why didn't her mother call? Tell him that Alula existed? After a bit of hesitation, still looking for the right words to say, Dean would then say "Well how about the three of us go out for ice cream sundaes or something and catch up?" He decided to invite Sam along too, since well he was the uncle, and considering that now Alula was going to live here now at the very least he and Sam should know a bit more about her past, maybe something to with the gang who shot her. Maybe he should of apologized, but if he didn't know about her or that they were related was it really his fault?
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Post by Pebble on Sept 7, 2016 23:20:25 GMT
Ice cream sundaes? Ice cream? At a time like this? Alula's rage was through the roof now, but she was keeping it well hidden, keeping under practice. No, now would not be the time to fight. Not that was reunited with her own flesh and blood. Besides, ice cream sounded good anyways. Infact, she had only had it once, and she had, of course, stolen it. Little thief.
"Sure." Her voice was low and quiet as she looked down again, shifting her weight to one foot. She crossed her arms, looking down again. She huffed.
"Should I start calling you dad and Uncle Sam, or?"
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Post by Timur on Sept 7, 2016 23:39:19 GMT
Dean had half expected her to act out in anger, turn down his offer and storm off in a fit of rage. However, that was not the case. She had also asked wether he should be called dad and Sam Uncle Sam, something that hadn't crossed his mind yet. "Uh sure, if you want to." he said. If she called him dad or Dean it didn't really matter to him, he hadn't ever been called 'dad' before. Dean just hoped he was a better dad than John was, and so far it seemed he was doing a pretty piss-poor job. Poor Alula didn't even have a shot at a normal life. She hadn't gone to school, well maybe preschool and/or kindergarten, but she probably didn't know what 3 squared was. He assumed that when you lived on the streets you didn't go to school. And to have a normal life you needed an education. There went the hope that if he did have any kids, which it turned out he did, that they could lead a normal life. Straight out the window.
Sam watched as they talked, and they both seemed to be taking the situation incredibly well. Though he hadn't ever thought of him as being an uncle. Dean and kids didn't always mix well. And being called Uncle Sam? "Um just call me Sam." he said. Well it seemed they were going to the ice cream shop. He would look at Dean again and then at Alula, and then cleared his throat and turned his gaze to the door, questioning when they would go. Dean seemed to pick up on this because he gave a small nod and said "Well what kind of ice cream do you like Alula?" before realizing that she probably hadn't had much, if any ice cream before. Too late now.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 8, 2016 0:37:57 GMT
Alula hadn't gone to any school; none that she could remember. She had never lived a normal life, and doubted she ever would. That man had ruined it all, ruined her. She looked at Dean and Sam, nodding to their preferred names. Dean confused her though. "I though ice cream was just ice cream?" Her eyes widened.
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Post by Timur on Sept 8, 2016 22:54:58 GMT
She didn't know? Well despite that she knew what she needed to survive on the streets, some thing must be out of her grasp. "There different flavors of ice cream." Sam explained. Well ice cream flavors probably weren't important for survival, and it was unlikely she had come across much considering just how quickly it expired.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 9, 2016 0:40:09 GMT
Alula nodded. "Oh... um... doesn't really matter to me." She stated quietly. She didn't know what flavors there were, so she would just get the same thing her relatives did. Relatives... that sounded weird. These two her own blood, yes. But... it just didn't seem like it. She would warm up, Pebble knew, this was just too much to take in for the little girl.
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