NO TIME TO DIE ◦ 𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

chapter fifty two.

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO:
GRUMPY OLD MEN.

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THE ABILITY TO control emotions really had never been one of Birdie's strong suits. Even when she was a child, she struggled to control the feelings that bubbled inside her, either crying once the feelings completely overwhelmed her or taking it out on the closest object (which she could admit wasn't the healthiest thing to do, but sometimes it was the first thing that popped up into her head). Reese did his best to help Birdie try to control her emotions, sometimes taking the brutes of one of Birdie's tantrums because nothing seemed to work. He didn't notice that it only occurred when Serena wasn't around, just focusing on his daughter and trying to help her learn to feel and control her emotions in a healthier way. It had been said that some kids only acted out around those they were comfortable around, which very well could have been why it was only Reese who ever saw those kinds of fits come from his daughter. It wasn't easy, some days feeling like the tantrums were lasting forever and there wasn't anything he could do to make his daughter happy again. Other times he was able to distract her from how she was feeling and get her to finally settle down. But, he nor Serena were the best at controlling their stronger emotions, and that was evident in Birdie.

A weary glance was cast in Birdie's direction by Sam, the woman completely missing it. Her brows were furrowed together, a look of anger or concentration⎯⎯⎯perhaps it was a mix of both⎯⎯⎯on her face as she drew ins her sketchbook. She was nestled in the backseat of the Impala, one headphone in her ear so she could listen to hear own music but also still hear the boys if they spoke to her. Her phone was beside her, vibrating every so often; most texts likely Reese.

Almost four days had passed since she saw her father and found out she had a half brother⎯⎯⎯who her father was traveling with and had been for quite some time now. He claimed it'd only been for a few months, and that Callum had found him rather than the other way around.

Apparently Callum's mother would never tell him who his father was when he was growing up, that he was just a man she'd had a brief fling with one year and that he was gone by the time she found out she was pregnant. When he turned sixteen, he started trying to find his father behind his mothers back. He struggled for years to find any kind of information, ending up at one dead end and another. He almost gave up hope until he found a little handwritten note inside one of his mother's boxes. It was slightly smudged, but he could make out two words⎯⎯⎯Reese Fowler. But, when he found an article about the man's death, he realized he needed to put his search for his father to bed. However, just a month later as he was taking a hike through a national park, low and behold, he happened to come face to face with Reese.

Reese, with the hunter instincts he had, was immediately suspicious of the boy. But, after a couple of days of (basically) interrogating each other, he realized that the boy was not a monster, and that he was in fact his son. Or, so that was what Sam and Dean had told Birdie. That was one of the things they'd learned from Reese and Callum after Birdie stormed off and didn't give her father a chance to explain. Though, Birdie didn't pay that much attention to the boys' explanation.