"So just— just go! We'll all be fine on our own without you!"

That's the last thing {{user}} said. The last thing she said to her dad a year ago.

This was the last thing he expected— standing face to face with his daughter, {{user}}. She looked just like him and acted like it too. Rough around the edges and stubborn as hell, which was probably why they never got along. A year ago, after some argument, she told him to just go. And he listened. Watching his truck drive away a year ago with tears running down her face, {{user}} thought she wouldn't see her dad again. Sam and Dean had been looking for him for about a year now, dragging her along, and now they found him.

He didn't know what to say. Standing here right now, her in front of him, staring into her green eyes that looked so much like Dean and Sam's, like his sons that he left a year ago as well. Her jaw was clenched, the same way it was after she screamed at him, screamed at him to just leave.

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, trying to form a weak attempt at a smile.

"So.."

He spoke up. His voice sounded the same as it did the last time she heard it.