NO TIME TO DIE ◦ 𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

chapter fifty one.

CHAPTER FIFTY ONE:
FOR THE LOVE OF A DAUGHTER.

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THE CHEERFUL BIRDS chirping just outside the motel room were oblivious to the nearby tension. The sun was out and about high in the sky, bringing joy and happiness to those who were basking in its warmth. Not a single cloud was in the sky and threatening to ruin the day with gloomy skies or rain. All of that did little to ease the tension in Reese Fowler's motel room as his one and only daughter stood inside.

At Birdie's request, Sam and Dean had hung back and waited near the Impala while she talked to her father alone. She understood their distrust they still had for Reese since they'd yet to see and talk to him in person again, however she just wanted to find out what was so important that he couldn't say it over the phone without either of them interrupting. Neither one of them really wanted to let her go in alone, wishing she would at least let Sam accompany her. Birdie was stubborn though and wouldn't let up.

She needed to do it alone.

Once it was all over and done, they could interrogate her father till their hearts' content.

Around that same time, Maverick had disappeared into his shared room with his dad, opting out of getting involved in Reese and Birdie's conversation. He had no desire for Reese to find out the boy had gone and followed his daughter while she was on a hunt. So he hurried down to the room his father had and headed inside, continuing to lie to his father by telling him how he'd been at his friends house.

Birdie stole a glance out of the window that faced the parking lot, her eyes searching for the boys. They were both still seated in the Impala, their eyes fixated on the motel. Or, that was until Birdie caught them staring directly at her father's room. Sam and Dean quickly turned their heads when they spotted the woman looking out of the window, acting as if they were preoccupied with studying the motels surroundings rather than watching for any sign of distress coming from her.

"I'm glad you three are still together after all this time." Birdie turned her head, seeing her father now standing a few inches behind her so he could see out of the window as well. He gave Birdie a timid smile when she didn't respond, gesturing to the living room area when she moved away from the blinds to face her father. "Uh, do you. . .wanna sit?"

Birdie just nodded in response, giving Reese a tiny smile. She followed him towards the couches, sitting on the couch that was pushed against the wall. Reese sat in the chair across from her, leaning his elbows on his knees. His hands were clasped together, fingers running back and forth along his knuckles to try and ease his nerves that were reeking havoc throughout his entire body.

Birdie curiously glanced around the room, noticing her father's duffle bag on one of the beds. It was zipped shut, however she recognized some weapons as they pushed against the fabric keeping them hidden inside. There was another bag on the floor by the other bed, a pair of jeans folded on top. Clean dishes were piled next to the sink, a smooth shine glistening on them that let Birdie know they had recently been washed. Bits of candy trash, empty soda cans, crinkled newspapers, and a slightly bent carton of cigarettes were on the bedside table, alerting her that her father had picked up his smoking habit that he stopped when Serena told him she was pregnant. The light in the bathroom on the other side of the room was switched off, but Birdie could still see some dirty clothes that had been left on the floor.