"Addie! I'm going to work!"
Addie sat up and ran down the stairs, catching her father before he left. "What time are you going to be home?" she asked.
Her dad sighed. "I think it's going to be another late one. Probably not until after eleven. Don't wait up for me, sweetheart."
Addie kissed him on the cheek. "I love you, Daddy."
He ruffled her hair, then put on his coat. "I love you, too."
Addie watched as he climbed into his car, then waited until the taillights had vanished around the bend. As soon as he was out of sight, she grabbed the phone and quickly dialed the number she'd been given earlier that week.
Addie suppressed a giggle. Everything about Dean Winchester was perfect, and that deep gravelly voice was enough to make her flustered. "Hey, Dean. It's Addie. My dad just left for work and he's not coming back until late and I was wondering if you wanted to come over and study. And by study I mean-"
Dean laughed and interrupted her. "I know what you mean. Just a sec." He yelled to someone on his end. "I'm going out, Sammy! You gonna be okay?"
Addie smiled. Dean was so sweet with his little brother it made her want to cry.
"I'll be right over."
Addie smiled and hung up the phone. Maybe Dean wasn't the knight in shining armor she'd always dreamed of as a girl, but he was definitely something. Her boy in a leather jacket.
Ten minutes later they were on the couch together.
"Addie Baker, you are beautiful," Dean said before leaning in for a kiss.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and decided that she liked leather better than shiny armor anyway.
"Hey, Harry! Doctor McKensie came in after all, so looks like you get to go home now."
Harry Baker smiled. "Thanks, Chief."
Chief Morgan nodded. "Just say hi to your little girl for me."
Harry drove home with a smile on his face, unashamedly singing along to Tom Petty on the radio. Ever since his wife had left, things had been extra hard for Addie. But he was tied to his work, so she was really on her own. It would be nice to spend an evening together, even if it meant he had to watch one of her cheesy medical dramas with her.
He pulled up to the house and jumped out of the car and nearly forgot to turn the car off and take the key out. He was like a kid at Christmas, unable to keep the smile from his face. He couldn't wait to see his daughter.
He opened the door quietly and headed toward the living room. His eye caught something hanging from one of the kitchen chairs. A leather jacket.
What the hell?
A pit formed in his stomach. If anything happened to his daughter…
"Addie?" he called apprehensively, stepping around into the living room. He stopped dead. "What the hell!"
Addie untangled herself from a kid that Harry didn't recognize. "Daddy!" she squeaked. "What are you-you were going to have a late night!"
Harry didn't even attempt to mask the anger that swelled in him as he roughly grabbed the kid's arm and pulled him to his feet and looked him over.
"I know you. You're one of those Winchesters."
The kid nodded, a look of defiance in his eyes. "It's Dean, sir." He didn't speak spitefully or disrespectfully. It made Harry all the angrier.
"Listen, son. I am a doctor by trade, but if I ever catch you near my daughter again, if I even see you look at her, I will put you in the hospital myself. Understand?"
"Dad!" Addie said, horrified. "It's not his fault!"
Harry let out a barking laugh. "Not his fault? This boy is taking advantage of you!"
Dean stepped forward. "Now, hey-"
Harry shot him a look and interrupted. "He is a drifter, Addie! He's going to be gone in a few days! I will not have the likes of him treating my daughter like trailer trash! He'll stay here until he gets what he wants, and then he's gone."
Dean was getting angry now, his fists clenching and unclenching as he glanced at Addie crying and then back at Harry. "I assure you, that was not my intention!"
Harry pointed toward the door. "Get out of my house! You don't deserve her!"
"Daddy!" Addie cried, tears streaming down her face.
Dean actually looked hurt as he looked down at the ground. He gave Addie an apologetic look. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Your daughter-she deserves better."
"No, Dean!" Addie begged.
"Bye, Addie." And then the boy and the leather jacket were gone, disappeared into the night.
Harry looked at his daughter, her cheeks streaked with make-up. Suddenly, the energy was gone and he wanted nothing more than to apologize. But he couldn't.
"Look, Addie. I've heard about those Winchesters. They're floaters. They never stay anywhere more than a few weeks. He's gonna be gone soon and you'll be just another girl."
Addie scoffed, getting to her feet. "Is that supposed to make me feel better? Damn it, Dad, you don't know anything! I hate you!" And she stomped away, her bedroom door slamming behind her.
Harry grabbed a beer and sank to the couch. He put his head in his hand. Addie was right. He didn't know the last thing about girls, especially teenage ones. He sighed. It was going to be a rough couple of years.
Addie didn't look up. Harry sighed. "Addie, it's been three days and you haven't said a word to me. I just want what's best for you, sweetie. You know that don't you? I want you to be sure that when you meet someone, it's the right person. The one. I'm sorry I hurt you."
"What about Dean? You hurt him, too."
Harry opened his mouth, then shut it. "I guess I was a little out of line with him, too. But you're my little girl, and I don't want anyone to break your heart or use you or make you cry."
Addie rolled her eyes in typical teenage fashion. "A half-apology isn't going to fix anything."
Harry was ready for that. "What about a half-apology and a bar of dark chocolate?" he said, handing her a Hershey's bar. Addie cracked a smile, the first one Harry had seen for awhile.
"Bribery? You're a horrible example, Dad."
Harry shrugged. "You're the one accepting bribes."
Addie laughed. "I love you, Daddy."
Just then, the phone rang. Harry stood. "I'll get it." He picked up the receiver. "Hello?"
"Mr. Baker?" The voice on the other end was tight and breathy, but oddly familiar.
"Who is this?" Harry asked.
"It's Dean. Winchester."
Harry stiffened. "I warned you what would happen if you tried to get in contact with my daughter again. If you call again, so help me God I will-"
"I'm not calling for Addie!" Dean interrupted. Something in his voice was…wrong. Off. "You're a doctor. From what I hear, you're the best one in the tiny hellhole of a town. I need help. Not for me, sir, for my brother." he added quickly.
Any personal animosity Harry felt toward the kid melted away and he went into doctor mode. "What happened? Where are you?"
Addie was watching him. "Daddy? What's happening?"
Harry held his hand up.
"Just an accident," Dean said. "At the mine-"
"The mine?" Harry cried. "What the hell were you boys doing at the mine?" He squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. "Never mind that. Where are you now?"
"At the station. My brother, he's-it's bad, sir. Please, you've got to help."
Harry's mind raced. If it really was bad, then the Winchester boy would need more help than the small medical facility in town could offer. "Okay. I'll call for an ambulance to come from the next city over."
"I don't know if he can wait that long!" Dean cried, his voice shaky and panicked. Harry was startled to realize the kid was crying. "Shit."
"Dean, I need for you to be calm, okay? I'll be right over. Stay with your brother and don't leave his side. Do you understand?"
"I understand," Dean said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Good. Now I'm going to hang up and call the ambulance and then I'll be there. Okay?"
Harry hung up and quickly dialed for an ambulance, rattling off the location of the mine and then rushing for the door.
"Wait!" Addie cried. "What's going on?"
Harry looked at his daughter. He didn't know what to tell her.
"Is it Dean?" she asked.
He hesitated. "Yeah, it is," he finally answered. He expected her to break down, and for a moment it looked as though she would. And then her face hardened and she got a look of resolve.
"I'm coming with you," she said.
"From what I hear, you don't have time to waste arguing with me. And it won't hurt to have an extra pair of hands."
Harry couldn't stop a small laugh. "You remind me of me when I was a kid. Come on, we've got no time to lose."
They ran to the car and took off. He told himself that it was probably nothing, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that it was a hell of a lot worse than nothing.
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