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This story is No. 8 in the series "Secrets". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Continuing story of Angel Winchester

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Supernatural > Other BtVS/AtS CharactersFaithWinchesterFR714010378325 Sep 1025 Sep 10Yes
Disclaimer: I don't own SPN or BtVS. The only thing that's mine is the kid!

A/N: So tonight's episode, the season premier got me in the mood to write some Dean! Though I have to admit to being slightly disturbed... this isn't the place to rant about my issues with change, though, so, moving on!

“This is insane.”

Dean glared daggers at Dawn for a whole thirty seconds before he spun on his heel and started pacing again. Dawn looked over at Sam, who only smirked and shook his head in silence. Rolling her eyes, she heaved a sigh and took a drink of her chocolate shake.

“Seriously, Dean, it’s not like she’s off getting pierced and tattooed before she heads for the nearest biker bar. Give the girl a break,” Dawn told him and Dean all but growled at her.

He paced the food court of the mall the place is huge, she could get lost or taken and how long would it be before they even realized anything was wrong? his eyes scanning the crowd please, show me that blond ponytail headed this way for Angel, but none of the faces looked familiar. A flash of blond caught his eye, but the girl was way too old, with an eyebrow ring oh, why the hell did Dawn have to go and say that crap anyway and Dean’s eyes slid over her a moment later.

“Dean, sit down, you’re making people nervous,” Sam told him.

“I’m making people nervous, Sam? What the hell do they have to be nervous about? It’s not their eight year old daughter running around by herself with all these-“ freaks, perverts, psychos, monsters “-strangers!” He was almost shouting now, there’d been people out to get her since she was five, since they found out she was the Winchester’s weakness, what the hell was Dawn thinking?! but couldn’t bring himself to care.

A shine of golden hair out of the corner of his eye made him turn and there she was, sauntering toward them in a pair of worn in blue jeans she walked like Faith, graceful, confident, he wasn’t going to survive her being a teenager and a black tank top with the AC/DC logo on it. Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail that swung when she walked there wasn’t a tattoo or piercing in sight, dammit Dawn! out of the alcove that was marked “Restrooms”. Dean couldn’t help the relief then, but instead of rushing over and grabbing her, he made himself sit down and wait. The look in her dark eyes was knowing when she reached the table.

“Daddy, did you forget the Velcro?” she asked him with a smirk that mirrored his own.

The End

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