THE BLONDE had finally settled into the furnished room that now belonged to her. Honey had felt weird to be able to unpack the couple of duffle bags that held everything she had in her entire life into a closet or in around the bedroom. A bedroom that she could finally have the privacy she had secretly craved for — being cooped up in a small room with both her father and uncle for most of her life wasn't something she liked doing, she didn't mind it — don't get her wrong. It was nice but she is a teenager girl for crying out loud, she needed to be able to do what ever teenage girls do these days.
Honey let out a sigh of frustration as she throw the empty duffle bag on the ground that surprisingly landed right next to the other two. Three duffle bags that held all her belongings now scattered around the room to help make it feel like home.
But deep down Honey couldn't help but wonder if her life had turned out different that she wouldn't have everything that was ever hers fit in just three duffle bags. The blonde couldn't help but nit pick at how her closet was almost bare, how she only owned a couple of makeup items that were now laid in the bathroom neatly along with the few skincare items.
There was a small knock at her bedroom door as someone cleared their throat, the blonde glanced over and spotted her dad, a small box horribly wrapped in old news paper which made a chuckle escape Honey's lips, "got you a little present," he announced as he made his way over towards his daughter, placing the present beside her.
The blonde's lips upward ups as her fingers danced across the wrapping, "you didn't have too."
"I had too," Dean corrected, sitting down beside her, "how could I forget my own daughter's birthday."
Honey playfully rolled her eyes, she wasn't big on birthdays or anything to do with presents for that matter. She didn't really see what the big fuss was about, all she ever needed was her small little family that she had left.
"Open it," Dean's eyes never left his daughter figure, watching as her fingers had slowly peeled back the wrapping paper to reveal a phone. Honey's brown eyes widened as her movements became quick to pull it out of the box, "I know it's not one of the newest models but —."
Dean's words were cut off as the blonde throw her arms over his neck which cause the older Winchester to lean in a wrap his around her waist, resting his chin onto of her blonde hair. A shy smile placed on his lips as tears were threatening to escape, "I love it," she whispered, "I love you."
