Who: Sam, Jo, Freya
What: Meeting the child
Where: Jo’s place
When: Saturday
Warnings: Not likely
Status: Closed, started in gdocs

Sam felt an instinct to go and see Jo. He wasn’t sure why, but he knew ignoring it wouldn’t be good for anyone. He sighed, picked up a case of beer and a bag of Hinkles and headed over to see her.

His hands were full, so he kicked the door. “Jo. It’s Sam. You in there?” He was pretty sure that she was. It was just a matter of her opening the door.

***

Freya stood to one side, her hands up, staring with some amusement at her mom who currently had a gun pointed at her. “Look, if you just let me explain - “

“Explain how in the hell you broke into my apartment,” Jo replied, before being cut off by the sound at the door. Moving carefully across the room, the gun still pointed at the teenager, she reached out to unlock the door and pull it open.

“Hey Sam - this girl is saying she’s my kid. Any idea what she’s talking about?”

***

Sam wasn’t surprised to see Jo with gun in hand. He was thankful no one seemed to have been shot. He gave her a slight, and slightly impish, smile. “Did we forget to mention kids sometimes invade the town? And generally think they belong here,” he added with a nod toward the teenager across the room.

She bore a striking resemblance to Jo, but Sam could see the Winchester in her too. She was either his daughter or his niece, but given the undeniable urge he’d had to visit, he was guessing she was his. He lifted a hand in a small, awkward wave.

***

Jo’s eyebrows climbed at Sam’s words. “Yeah - you kind of forgot to mention that part.” She did slowly lower the gun, but there was obvious confusion still on her face.

Freya let out a slightly relieved sigh, then lowered her arms and moved over to Sam. She lightly punched him in the arm and gave him a mock-glare. “Because I do belong here, Dad,” she stated, before then giving him a tight hug. “I know this is just more Madison Valley weirdness, but I’m still really glad to see you,” she muttered against his chest, before looking up at him and giving him a grin.

The gun in Jo’s hands nearly slipped from her fingers, and she set it down on the table with a slight clatter. “Dad?”

***

Dear god, he hoped she hadn’t gotten knocked up when they slept together a few weeks back. No, surely she’d know by now, if that had happened. The girl was likely just a vague possibility, not a reality set to happen some day. Not that Sam was completely against having a family with Jo, but...no. That wasn’t really in the cards for them. Not this time around, anyway.

“I’ve had kids with...I don’t even know. Several people. Probably five or so.” Including the previous Jo who had been in town, but he’d been in a solid relationship with her. “Last time, there was a kid said Chris Argent and I were his two dads.” Sam made a face at that. Colt was...an interesting child. Sam vaguely wondered if he was around somewhere. He wasn’t sure Argent would let him know if he’d gone to him first.

“Many of them are just...random.” He winced a little and looked at Freya. It was awkward to talk about her, even vaguely, as if she wasn’t real, when she was right there in front of them.

***
“This is just….wow. I need a second to process this,” Jo replied, though she was less freaked out with Sam's explanation than beforehand. As she studied the teenager, she realized that she could see a little resemblance to herself - and to Sam - but this stirred up thoughts and feelings she wasn't fully prepared to handle.

Freya hid the slight pain she felt at his words, and instead gave a bright smile. “It's okay, Dad. I get it.” Still, this never got any easier for her. “I'm going to go get some food for all of us, if that's okay?” Without waiting for a reply, she let go of Sam and headed for the door.

“Wait,” Jo said. “What's your name?”

“Freya. Freya Ellen Winchester,” the teenager supplied, before slipping out.