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emma is not a daddy's girl (amazonian) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-02-18 01:05:00

Entry tags:

dean winchester (end!verse), emma

WHO: Dean Winchester (end!verse), Emma, and Parker (a bit later on)
WHAT: A potentially awkward not!father/not!daughter meeting.
WHEN: After this.
WHERE: Dean & Parker's.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

Truth be told, Emma wasn't what she was doing. Agreeing to meet with a man who was her father - at least, biologically speaking - and yet still wasn't, had bad idea written all over it. However she had still jumped at the offer for dinner, in part because she really didn't have anything better to do and in part because she did want to get to know the man who was Dean Winchester and yet, through actions that weren't even his own, still wasn't technically her father in the 'I slept with your mother' sense of the word.

Having only been alive a few days prior to arriving in Colligo, she had never been invited over for dinner before. Yet she still managed to arrive on time, if not a few minutes early, and even brought a six pack of beer with her. Sure, she had been told at some point in her training with her tribe that wine was preferable, and liquor if wine wasn't an option, but she hadn't known if Dean drank wine and wasn't sure what kind of liquor he liked. Beer, however, was a fairly safe bet. In fact, it had only taken her about ten minutes, and no small amount of flirting with the guy behind the counter, to buy a six pack of some kind that was a bit pricier than most but was still popular enough to possibly taste halfway decent.

Either way, she figured it was the thought that counted. And it was that very mindset, in fact, that led to her finally working up enough nerve to rap her knuckles lightly against the front door of Dean-and-his-girlfriend's place just a few scant minute before her actual invitation kicked in. With the beer in her other hand, and her stomach churning nervously inside of her, Emma exhaled slowly and waited for the door to open, all the while hoping that nothing went wrong for this little meeting. She knew better than to hope for a perfect night, of course, but one where she didn't end up fighting for her life would be nice. Hell, she had even left her beloved knife back at her own place to help ensure the night was relatively uneventful. With any luck, she wouldn't need it.

And with that final thought, as well as a quick intake of her surroundings just in case, the door finally opened and Emma turned her full attention on the person at the other side.

"Hey," she said, a bit awkward. After a brief pause, she held up the beer. "I come bearing alcohol..."

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butiwaswrong
2012-02-18 06:40 am UTC (link)

Dean's expression was unreadable as he opened the door. He took in the sight of her. He couldn't see any kind of resemblance, but he wasn't really even sure what to look for. He reached for the beer, then stepped back to clear the doorway. "Come on in. Make yourself at home."

Parker hadn't come home yet, because Dean had asked her to give him time with Emma. He wasn't worried about the girl trying anything, he knew a variety of tricks to protect himself, but more than that, he wanted to believe this girl was legit, that she wanted to get to know him as much as he wanted to know her. She was his daughter, in a vague sense of the word, just as Ben was his son.

Dean was slightly fascinated by the idea of a daughter. He wanted to see something of himself in her. With Ben, the signs had been immediately apparent in his love for classic rock, leather jackets, and girls. He had a Winchester attitude, and a Winchester smile. Even without confirmation from Lisa, Dean had known without doubt that Ben was his son. He wanted to see it in Emma just as easily.

"Good choice," he commented, as he looked at the beer. "Do you drink?" He pulled a bottle out of the pack and held it toward her. "Or do you want something else?"

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amazonian
2012-02-18 07:09 am UTC (link)

There were a few thoughts that went through Emma's mind when Dean offered her the beer. The first was that she wasn't sure what drinking would do to her. It might not affect her at all. It might affect her like a normal human. It might make her sick. She really didn't know as she hadn't gotten to that part of her training with the tribe before winding up in Colligo. Yet with all of her reservations, not a single one had anything to do with her technically being underage. And with only a heartbeat or so of pause, she took the offered beer with a small smile.

"I've never tried it before," she admitted as she opened the bottle. She studied the label for a long moment, not really reading what was written as much as she was trying to decide if she really wanted to risk drinking for some reason she couldn't even quite identify. Meeting Dean's gaze, she finally raised the bottle to her lips partially out of curiosity and partially because she refused to turn down a drink that she, herself, had brought. Not only did some small part of her think it might be rude but she also didn't want to risk him worrying she might have slipped some poison into the bottles or something.

Of course, her plan to try beer for the first time might have gone a bit more smoothly if beer hadn't tasted so, well, completely disgusting. But Emma had no way of knowing that in advance and therefore took a swig from the bottle with very little pretense. Then she very nearly coughed the stuff back up a few scant seconds later, eyes watering slightly as she forced the drink down and managed to keep her gag reflex under control.

"Wow," she said, her voice a bit strained. "That's some... uh..." She struggled for a word that both described it and didn't insult it outright. Finally, she settled on, "Interesting stuff." And then she pointedly turned her attention to her surroundings, taking in the decor and various other odds and ends before looking back to Dean.

"Thanks," she finally stated, completely sincere yet still lacking any excessive emotion. "For inviting me over. I really do appreciate it." And okay, so that sounded a lot more lame when spoken than it had in her mind. To cover her sudden feeling of awkwardness, Emma raised her beer to her lips once more and took another sip.

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butiwaswrong
2012-02-18 07:23 am UTC (link)

Dean wouldn't have thought any such things, had Emma declined the beer. He set the case down, and drew out a second beer for himself. "Yeah, it's an acquired taste. If you don't like it, I can get you something else." He gestured vaguely toward the kitchen.

"Parker isn't home yet. She's bringing the food, so we've got time to talk or whatever." He wasn't nervous, but he couldn't deny that there were butterflies in the pit of his stomach. This was his daughter, and it was his lack of basic social skills that made him apprehensive.

"I'm not very good at this, so you'll have to bear with me."

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amazonian
2012-02-18 11:53 pm UTC (link)

If Emma was anything, she was definitely stubborn and she was determined to get through the beer that she'd opened. Besides. The taste wasn't too bad once you got used to it. Sure, it wasn't the greatest thing ever, but she didn't feel like her tongue was trying to claw it's way out of her mouth now. That was progress.

At Dean's admittance that he wasn't very good at this, she couldn't help but snort slightly. "Neither am I," she replied honestly. "I've never really had the chance to even do this talking to other people thing before, other than the one time with the other you back home." She pause, the corners of her mouth quirking upward a bit into a small, humorless smile.

"And, well, that didn't end very well for me." And no, she wasn't really considering her meeting with Ruby to be the same thing. For one, Ruby wasn't human. For two, they had been fighting zombies at the time.

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butiwaswrong
2012-02-19 02:43 am UTC (link)

"Yeah." Dean nodded. He took a sip of his beer, swallowed it. "I can imagine." He didn't like to think about 'back home'. The world he came from wasn't much anyway, and he would never be the Dean Emma had come up against. He acknowledged that he was the same guy, in a vague sense. He'd diverged and grown off in a completely different direction.

Hell, maybe that was a good thing, all things being equal. Not the apocalypse he'd had to deal with, or the whole issue with Sam being Lucifer's vessel. But none of that was even relevant here, with Emma. This beautiful young woman was his daughter, and he'd evolved to a point where that meant something to him.

"And, I mean, being my kid, you're already at a social disadvantage. Winchesters aren't the most...social people." He shrugged. That wasn't strictly true. Sam, for example, was a social creature; he liked being around other people. But that wasn't really relevant either.

Dean pulled his thoughts back. he really wanted to stay focused on the here and now. "You really don't have to suffer through the beer. Less you drink means more for me."

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amazonian
2012-02-19 04:07 pm UTC (link)

And, I mean, being my kid...

The words caught Emma a bit off guard. It wasn't that they weren't true. Even if he hadn't been the one who had slept with her mother, this man was, at least in the strictest of senses, her father. They shared a genetic bond and Emma knew without it having to be pointed out to her that genetics really did factor into who a person was a lot more than most people tended to believe. She was living proof of that fact. While all of the other girls in training had done what they were told without reservation or question, she had hesitated each and every step of the way. And she hadn't wanted to kill her father, back home, as the other girls had been so willing to do. Not really. She just had known it was either she killed him or she was going to die, either by his hand or the hands of her people.

Not wanting to think about such things right now, Emma turned her attention down to the beer she was holding. "Actually," she said with a small smile as she glanced back up at him, "it's not that bad once you get used to it. Definitely better than milk." Her nose crinkled a bit. She had never really gotten back the taste for milk after having been forced to drink it to wash down the flesh of someone else, as a child.

Another drink of the beer, this time with the liquid going down much smoother, Emma absentmindedly picked at the label on the bottle as she studied Dean for a long moment. "So what is it that you do here?" she asked, deciding that maybe getting to actually know this guy wouldn't be too bad of an idea. "I'm guessing there isn't much need for hunters."

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butiwaswrong
2012-02-19 11:18 pm UTC (link)

Dean nodded. That much was true. His particular skill set wasn't very profitable in a place like Colligo. He couldn't even go after the demons or vampires in the city without upsetting the balance. And besides, most of them played by the rules, which made going after them even trickier.

Of course Dean had his moments. He'd gone after, and nearly killed Sam, on the hunch that Lucifer was still riding shot gun. He'd had his row with Druitt. Azazel too, once upon a time. Dean wasn't the sort to sit on his hands, and let monsters roam the city. But he'd grown a bit, matured some. He no longer felt the need to kill each and every one just because they were there.

"I run a youth crisis center. My..." He shifted, indicated a picture of three people, he was one. Cas and Parker were the other two. "Cas, he started it. He got sent back a couple weeks ago. I just sort of took over."

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