A/N: Oh my goodness! I bet you are surprised to see an update from me lol! I am so so so so so so sorry it has been so long since I have updated. I have been super busy with college and time just slipped past me. I hope that you will enjoy this new chapter. Please read and review and tell me what ya think! I have definitely missed writing about my sweet Presleigh(-: I hope you enjoy

Chapter 28: I Am So Sorry

"I don't believe that's what I asked you, young lady. I asked what on earth do you have there on your side?"

John Winchester's voice was not entirely loud, maybe because of the fact it was nearly four in the morning, but his tone had a sort of edge to it that didn't sound very pleasant.

The father of the three Winchesters had his dark leather jacket on top of some dirty blue plaid button up. His jeans had a completely unintentional rip right below the knees. His boots were worn and looked like they had been tracking through some rainforest. As far as Dean and Presleigh could remember, they didn't think it had been raining outside earlier. The muddy look was a bit puzzling for the two Winchesters.

But John's muddy boots weren't the star of the puzzling show.

It was John Winchester himself.

Presleigh and Dean hadn't laid eyes on their father in over four months.

To make matters worse, Presleigh and Dean had been put through the ringer and then some. Absolutely no help from their father amongst their many calls and concerns.

Yet, here stood John Winchester all tall and proud before their eyes. It was as if he had no clue that he had been gone for four months. He couldn't just waltz up in here and claim to be king. He had no right.

Apparently, John Winchester missed the whole how to be a deadbeat dad class because he didn't seem to expect, or enjoy, the shocked looks on his children's faces.

John put his hands up in confusion as to why he had not been answered yet.

"I want an answer Presleigh Winchester. Wait. Let me rephrase that. I wanted an answer. Ten minutes ago. Now, let me ask you one more time. What in the world do you have on your side?"

Presleigh looked at John winchester in utter disbelief. Is this really her father standing before her? The last time she had seen her father…

No, that wasn't her father.

That was some twisted version of him.

Presleigh didn't realize it, but her hands were shaking in her lap. She looked down at them as if to tell them to stop. They barely stopped, so she decided to just hide them under her legs.

Something about John Winchester.

There was just something about him that made you shake with fear.

So many different aspects go into a relationship with John Winchester. You have this indescribable need to impress him. But then throw in this utter disappoint in him in the mix. You have this undenying reverence for the man but also this heated anger for being so absent in their lives.

It was as if John never took into account what happens on those pages he wasn't a part of. John just thinks that nothing happens and everything stays the same in his absence.

But he couldn't be more wrong.

So much had happened from the time John winchester left them to now. Presleigh had, in a sense, gone off the deep end. She had drank more beer than water. She had skipped more class than she attended. She had been disrespectful and completely disregarding to any kind of rules from her brother, or anyone in that matter. She had done what she wanted when she wanted. And then she had gotten drugged by some demon that only Maddox knew about. She found herself in the hospital and then on the front steps of some old wooden porch in Texas. The war wasn't over yet. Presleigh woke up in an alternate universe with a caring father and a psycho mother. Presleigh and Dean's book kept on writing. Despite John's absence.

And what makes matters worse is that surely John knew. Dean and Bobby had called John on so many different occasions it wasn't funny. John had been well informed on what was going on, yet felt as though he had better things to attend to. His children, like always it seemed, weren't on the top of his priority list. Nope. They were much like in a tie with getting his laundry done.

"I-I…"

Presleigh finally started to speak up.

"It's a-a tattoo."

Presleigh all but whispered the word "tattoo". Somehow Presleigh thought that maybe if she didn't say the word loud enough John would have mistaken it for something else like a new cool t-shirt perhaps.

"Well, I think I've got that part figured out Missy!" John snapped, his voice rising a little bit.

"But you asked what-

"Presleigh!"

John's voice boomed loud and proud now.

But before John could say or do anything further, Dean decided to pitch in.

"Are you absolutely kidding me right now?"

John, and Presleigh, were taken aback by Dean's abruptness and, well disrespect. You don't disrespect the John Winchester.

"Excuse me, son."

"Oh no, Dad. Don't even give me that whole spill on respect. I have about as much respect for you as Presleigh had sense when getting that thing on her body."

Presleigh was too scared for Dean's life to roll her eyes at his little blow towards her.

"We have been, I have been taking care of her, feeding, saving Presleigh's life. While you have been doing, who the heck knows what! Despite what you may think, Sir, life still goes on even after you walk out that door on your family. Presleigh needed you. I needed you for crying out loud! And you were nowhere to be found. You were MIA and you could care less. So don't you come up in here demanding to know everything about your own freakin' daughter's life. I've already taken care of it Dad. Heck! I even told her she would have to tell you when you finally decided to show up. I aint got a clue why! Why would I keep giving someone who doesn't give a flying fly about us any kind of power like that? Well, I'm done Dad! Finished! You have let us down in so many different ways and I am done trying to save your butt."

Dean moved forward and took his finger and jabbed it into John's chest.

"You had an order."

Dean looked hard into his father's eyes. Dean's face was only a few inches away from the stone-cold John Winchester.

"And you let Mom down."

SPN

Sam could faintly here some yelling coming from somewhere in the apartment. Sam rolled over and looked to see if Jess was woken up like he was by the yelling match.

Like he expected, Jess had her eyes closed and her tiny little hands resting underneath her blonde curls sprawled out on the pillow. Sam leaned down and gave her a soft kiss on her exposed cheek before slowly getting out of bed. He didn't want to wake his sleeping beauty.

Sam slowly grasped the doorknob and opened and shut his door. Every step he took, the louder the yelling got.

Sam noticed Caleb and Maddox dead awake sitting up on the couch. Maddox's pallet on the floor had been rolled up and set aside. He must not have planned on getting to go back to sleep for the night.

Sam rubbed his eye with his fist and let out a huge yawn.

"What's going on in there? Did Pres do something wrong?"

Maddox turned his head and looked at Caleb waiting on what to do next.

Caleb and Maddox had both been woken up by John Winchester entering into the apartment before Dean and Pres even knew he was here.

Caleb let out a long sigh. He knew that the piece of information he was about to have let out wasn't going to be the most exciting news for the twenty-one year old.

"It's your father, Sammy."

Maddox gave Caleb a look like really, that way? Caleb wasn't one for sugarcoating.

Caleb ignored the seventeen year old's input and stood up.

"Apparently, Dean hasn't taken John's return as something to bring out the cake and ice cream for," Caleb whispered.

Sam at first, was stunned and was looking at Caleb bug-eyed. But then he suddenly got overcome with anger.

How dare his father show up like this, after everything, uninvited, and especially, into his home.

Sam nodded his head and started making his way to the guest bedroom where the screaming Dean was.

"Oh, I'm going in there."

Caleb put his huge hand on Sam's shoulder.

Caleb and Sam were about the same height.

"No, Sam. I don't think that would be the best idea. Give it some time. And cool off before you go in there. Dean obviously missed that cool off time and hear what's happening now."

Sam looked at Caleb like he was downright crazy.

Did Caleb really not understand why they were all upset with their father?

"Caleb, I'm really not in the mood for your Southern wisdom."

Sam took his hand and brushed off Caleb's hand from his shoulder. He marched his way over to the guest bedroom and barged in. He all but ran to where the Winchesters were.

He paused for a split second at seeing the back of his tall father. Sam hadn't seen his father since John made it clear he didn't want his son to come back if he went to college.

It wasn't the most pleasant farewell.

"And you let Mom down."

Sam didn't understand what Dean meant by that but he decided to put in his own two cents while he could.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in."

Everyone turned around to look at the enraged Sam.

Sam walked a few feet closer.

"Or should I say what the empty John Winchester schedule dragged in? So nice of you to finally join us, Dad. How could you honestly think coming back and prancing up in my own apartment would be a good idea? Huh? Explain to me that, Pops! After all we've been through without you."

"Samuel-

"Hey! Everybody shut up will you?! For just one second!"

All eyes were now on the little girl with her shirt pushed up showing off her bruised ribs and new ink.

"Sam. Dean. Can you please give me and Dad some time alone. I think I need to talk to him by myself."

"We have a lot to catch up on."

Presleigh whispered the last part and looked down at her hands once more.

"Oh, I'm not-

"Sam, please."

Preseigh looked at Sam with such a great deal of begging in her blue eyes that he couldn't say no.

Dean looked at his father once more before turning and heading for the bedroom door. It took Sam a little bit more thought and inner war before following suit.

Once Sam and Dean had both exited the bedroom, Presleigh motioned for John to sit down on the bed beside her.

"Dad?"

John, not quite knowing to do or say, nodded for her to begin.

"Dad. You know I love you right?"

John was taken a back by his daughter asking him this. Of course, he knew that she loved him. That question never came to his mind. He knew that even his son Dean, despite what had just happened, still loved him. He would question every now and then whether or not Sam did, but deep down John was confident that his son still had some love for him.

"Of course, baby girl."

"Well then, you've got to know that I say all of this out of true love and respect for you. You deserve to know. Daddy. I am not the same little girl you left at the end of May. So much has happened in these past four months that I don't really think I can explain it all in one sitting. But a good summary version of it all would have to: I am so sorry. I am so sorry for letting you down. I am so sorry for getting drunk, a lot. And disobeying your orders and completely writing Dean off as if his demands didn't mean anything. I am so sorry for keeping everything a secret from you and Sammy and Dean. I am so sorry for… for doing what I did in the alternate universe."

Now it was time for Presleigh to look down at her hands again. She couldn't look her father in his eyes just yet. Not knowing that she killed his wife. She killed her mother. She had actually had it in her to kill something that was the exact replicate of her mother. She couldn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it. But it was reality. So she had to.

John looked at his baby girl in utter disbelief.

Could this really be his sweet little angel that watched Bugs Bunny for a living?

No, it couldn't be. This was some grown up young woman in front of him. John got down on his knees and picked up Presleigh's hands in his.

"Look at me."

Presleigh shook her head no. She couldn't stand to look at him and see the disappointment in his eyes.

"Presleigh. Look at me."

Presleigh slowly lifted her chin up and looked at her father in the eyes. To her surprise, his eyes blazed with water were looking dead at her in absolute concern and love. Not concern for her actions but for her heart.

Presleigh couldn't have remembered a time he looked at her like this. It made her almost scared.

"Baby girl, what did you do? You can tell me? Tell me everything, okay?"

Usually when John Winchester demands to know the full story, he doesn't feel as though a single detail should be left out, but this time was different; he asked her for the whole truth in a loving and kind way.

A supportive way.

Presleigh gulped hard before telling her father the simple truth.

Presliegh didn't want to go into full detail and have a big build up. She just wanted to get it all over with.

"I killed Momma."

And then suddenly the bedroom door busted open with a hugely concerned Dean and Sam Winchester.