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Blake Winchester wasn't like her father or uncle. She wasn't strong, she wasn't one to go straight to violence.
She was soft, she was sweet, she was shy, she was, sometimes, clumsy.
Follow Blake as she learns that she had to be mor...
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Blake Winchester has had the craziest week of her life. She had interacted with a vengeful hookman spirit, and not too long ago, they helped save a house from a bug invasion...of sorts. To say she was tired, would be an understatement.
She, thanks to Dean, has been forced to focus on the training aspect of hunting. She was never good at the physical part. She's always been more into the lore and the learning what it was rather than the killing part.
But since she was getting more involved, she was getting a fighting 101 lesson at every chance.
And So, after a long week of training and hunting, the Winchester's had been tucked away in a random motel, Blake didn't know where she was, but that part never really mattered to her. She liked traveling around with her father and uncle.
She was cuddled into Dean's back, her blanket and her stuffed dog under her arm. The small motel bed was one of the comfier beds she's been in. But even with that, she lays awake. Her previous troubles with nightmares were pretty on-again-off-again. She was greatfull for that. Though, she didn't know why still, she was having a hard time getting a Goodnight's rest.
Next to her, her uncle suddenly sprung up awake from his sleep. Blake sat up and positioned herself so that she was leaning on her elbows, her head turned to face Sam.
"Uncle Sammy? Are you okay?" She asked quietly, she tired her best not to wake her father.
Sam raised his hand and slowly wiped his face and turned to his niece. A small, half smile played on his face as he looked at her.
"Yeah, B. I'm good...why are you up? Did I wake you?"
"No...I was just...awake." She says
Sam nodded just as Dean let out a loud snore. Blake cringed at the annoying sound and grabbed her dog and stood up from the bed. Sam took the hint and lifted his sheets and she climbed in.
By morning, Blake was sitting at the small table with a bowl of cereal and a glass of milk. Papers were scattered around Dean as he worked on the lap top. They had been trying to find their next case. Sam was over on the bed, a note pad in hand. Blake noted that he looked to be drawing something.
"All right. I've been cruising some websites." Dean starts. "I think I found a few candidates for our next gig." He said and took a sip of his coffee, then, he grabbed Blake's spoon and took a bite of her cereal. Blake's mouth gapped open and she let out a gasp.
"Dad..." she said while he put the spoon back in the bowl. Dean only shrugged his shoulders and continued,
"A fishing trawler off the coast of Cali, its crew vanished." He says and turned to Sam. "And we've got some cattle mutilations in West Texas."
"Cattle—what?" Blake asked with a raised brow,
"mutilations" Dean repeats to her, though, he turned back to Sam, who didn't seem to be focusing. "Hey!" He called out to get his attention. Sam looked up from his note pad.
