Like Mother, Like Daughter

Banner By: Stacy
Title: Like Mother, Like Daughter
Rating: PG-13
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Jo MaryElizabeth/Shane
Word Count: 1760
Prompt: "Daughter’s always fall for men like their Dad’s.” written for SarahLeeNYC



Dean Winchester had seen a lot of scary things in his forty-seven years. Ghosts, demons, werewolves, vampires, witches…killer bugs. You name it Dean’s seen it, but nothing was scarier than the sight in front of him.

He watched his 16-year-old daughter from the hallway as she stood in the living room lips attached to some wanna be badass who looked about three years too old for her. His fists clenched, jaw twitching as he took a step forward. Jo caught his arm mid stride, a warning in her tone.

“Dean…be nice.”

He made a face at his wife and motioned to the room with his hand.

“Nice? You want me to be nice? It looks like he’s trying to eat our daughters face and I could have sworn I said no hunters.”

Jo sighed.

“It could be worse.”

“Oh yeah? How exactly?”

“Well, she could be sneakin’ around with him behind our backs, but instead she wanted us to meet him. Give the kid a chance Deano.”

Dean snorted.

“That’s no kid. He looks like a grown ass man Jo!”

Jo could see the tension in his body. She knew when Mary Elizabeth told her she wanted Shane to meet them that Dean wasn’t going to be happy about it. She opened her mouth to speak, but when Dean caught sight of the young hunter’s hand heading towards his daughters ass he swore softly and moved into the room.

He walked through the doorway and they turned. Mary Elizabeth smiled, but the kid never moved his hand and Dean’s eyes turned to slits as he glanced between them.

“Hey Dad. This is Shane, Shane this is my Dad, Dean Winchester.”

Their eyes met and the cocky twenty year old held out his hand as he spoke.

“Heard a lot about you. They say you’re a damn good hunter."

Dean took the kids hand and shook it hard, but it only made Shane’s grin widen and it made the oldest Winchester want to slap the smug look off his face.

“One of the best.”

He nodded and Mary could feel the tension in the room. She cleared her throat and both men glanced at her. Mary raised an eyebrow as she spoke.

“Where’s Mom?”

Dean shrugged.

“How should I know? She’s here somewhere,” his voice grew slightly louder as he continued speaking, “hopefully making some dinner if she knows what’s good for her.”

They could hear a snort come from the other room before Jo called out to them.

“I heard that Winchester!”

Dean smirked and moved toward his leather chair while Mary and Shane walked toward the couch and sat next to each other. He pursed his lips together as the kids arm landed over his daughter’s shoulders.

“So…Shane was it? You a hunter?”

“Yes sir.”

Dean arched an eyebrow.

“You any good?”

“Dad!”

“I like to think so.”

“Hmm…don’t we all.”

Jo took that moment to enter the room two cans of soda in one hand and two beers in the other. She handed the sodas to the kids before sitting on the arm of Dean’s chair and passing him one of the beers.

“Thanks.”

She nodded and smiled at her daughter.

“So you said you had something you wanted to run by us?”

Dean frowned as Mary nodded.

“Wait I just thought you wanted to introduce us to your…friend.”

“Shane is my boyfriend Dad.”

He watched the young man wince slightly at the title. Boyfriend his ass, it looked like that little punk was one of those love ‘em and leave ‘em types and Dean would be damned if his daughter was just another notch on this kids belt.

“Is that so? Does he know that cause he’s lookin’ a little green.”

Jo slapped his chest lightly and shook her head.

“Dean!”

“What?”

She sighed and Mary Elizabeth glared at her father.

“Cut it out Dad. Leave Shane alone. The reason I had him come here tonight is because he’s leaving for a hunt on Friday. A haunting in California…I think it’d be a great learning experience…”

Shane pressed his lips together as he glanced between her parents, eyes lingering briefly on her Mother, who was pretty damn hot for her age. The look was not lost on Dean and it only made him want to strangle the boy more. Jo’s voice broke through the silence of the room.

“You’re asking to go on a hunt?”

“Yeah.”

Dean shook his head.

“Not a chance princess.”

She glared at him, voice hard as she spoke.

“I’m not a child anymore Dad. You need to stop treating me like one. I’m going on the hunt.”

Dean leaned forward eyes squinting in his daughter’s direction.

“You know the rules Mary Elizabeth. No hunting until you’re 18. Then you’re an adult and you can make your own choices as long as you’re smart about them.”

“But Dad--”

“No.”

She let out a low growl and turned pleading eyes on Jo.

“Mom.”

“Sorry kid. That’s one rule your Dad and I agreed on a long time ago.”

She opened her mouth, but Shane cut her off.

“It’s not a big deal. It’s probably better if you don’t come. My cousin and I can handle it and I’ll be back in a couple of days.”

She turned, arms crossed over her chest, her scowl now directed at him.

“You are supposed to be on my side. Is there a reason you don’t want me there?”

He rolled his eyes.

“Of course not, but your parent’s don’t really seem too crazy about me as it is. Why push the issue? Do we really need them to dislike me more?”

She waved her hand in her parent’s direction and Jo watched in amusement as they continued their argument without a thought of the adults currently watching them.

“Bullshit. Since when does Shane Spencer care what other people think?”

He sighed.

“Mary--”

“Don’t Mary me. If this is about me cramping your style just say it.”

He groaned his head hitting the back of the couch as he ran a hand over his face.

“Really? Haven’t we been over this already? It’s not about that. You’ve never been hunting before and seriously I don’t need Dean Winchester coming after me if god forbid anything happened to you!”

“So you’re saying I can’t hold my own?”

Dean winced and Jo raised an eyebrow at the comment waiting for the young hunter to answer the question. Shane looked up at his girlfriend.

“I’m never gonna win this am I? I think you’ve got great technique and you can definitely hold your own, but accidents happen. And I don’t need your blood on my hands.”

They glared at each other and before Shane knew what was happening Mary had reached out, fist slamming into his face. His head jerked back as she stood and left the room in furry. Jo sighed, shook her head and followed her daughter while Shane held a hand to his nose.

“Son of a bitch.”

As much as Dean wanted to hate the young hunter in front of him he knew what it was like dealing with a Harvelle woman and he couldn’t help but feel slightly bad for him. He stood and motioned toward the kitchen.

“Come on…let’s get you some ice.”

Shane stood, followed his girlfriend’s father into the kitchen, and leaned against the counter as Dean pulled out an ice pack. He handed it to Shane who nodded in thanks. They were quiet for a few minutes before the younger man broke the silence.

“Your daughter drives me crazy.”

Dean smirked.

“Yeah, she gets that from her Mother.”

“I’ll bet.”

Shane grinned and Dean glared at him.

“Watch it.”

“Sorry.”

He cleared his throat and moved the ice pack away from his face so he could look Dean in the eyes as he spoke.

“Listen, I know you don’t like me and I get it. But what she was saying, you know about cramping my style and stuff…it ain't true. I haven’t been that guy since I met her.”

He shrugged, a smirk appearing on his face as he continued speaking.

“You know she’s the only girl who never fell for my game? Saw me coming a mile away. She’s different though you know? Mary calls me on my bullshit and she hustles almost better than I do and hell if she ain’t a good shot.”

Dean nodded.

“She better be. She’s been shooting since she was ten.”

Shane smiled.

“That’s about the same time I started…maybe a year or so sooner.”

“Jo wouldn’t let me start her on guns until she was double digits.”

Shane laughed and the room grew quiet again. Dean studied the young man in front of him. The leather jacket he wore was worn, but in good condition. He had on a black t-shirt, faded jeans, and a pair of boots. He could see a pendant peaking out of his shirt and he motioned to it.

“What kinda pendant is that?”

Shane glanced down and his face sobered.

“It’s Saint Christopher…it was my Mother’s.”

Dean noted the past tense in the sentence and he swallowed hard, finally realizing why he didn’t like this kid. Shane Spencer was him…or at least who he used to be. The way he described Mary Elizabeth was the same way Dean talked about Jo and that scared the life out of him.

He didn’t want his daughter to have to go through everything Jo had gone through before they got married. Dean let out a heavy breath and ran a hand over his face before addressing Shane.

“Shit…you really like my daughter don’t you?”

He seemed startled by the older hunter’s question.

“Yeah…trust me I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

“Wonderful…well it doesn’t look like we’re eating anytime soon and if I know my daughter it’ll be a while before she’s calm enough to come back out here without fists blazing. What do you say we go out back…shoot a few rounds.”

Shane hesitated and Dean rolled his eyes.

“If I was gonna shoot you I would have done it already…trust me.”

He pushed away from the counter and nodded as he followed Dean out the back door. Dean watched Shane shoot and he sighed. He guessed Mary could have found a worse guy to bring home…Shane wasn’t terrible and he seemed to genuinely care for Mary Elizabeth, which was good because if he hurt her Dean had a .45 and a shovel...no one would ever miss him.