(~~{ 1---3}~~)
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 and Milo followed behind Dean as he headed towards Sam. Blake held his hand as Dean kept one of his own on her shoulder. It wasn't ideal bringing them into the bar, but he felt more comfortable bringing them instead of leaving them in the motel. They were safer with him than alone. That's how he saw it, anyway.
"Oh, and I met what's-his-name, something Michael Murray, at a bar." The woman mumbled happily. A bright smile on her face as she talked to Blakes Uncle uncle.
"Who is she?" Milo asked Blake, quietly. The girl shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't know." She whispered to him.
"Who?" Sam questioned confusingly
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, the whole scene got old. So I'm living here for a while." The girl continues
Dean had cleared his throat and Sam not heard. Blake giggled and Dean looked down at her and raised a brow. Rolling his eyes, Dean turned and looked back to his brother. The woman he didn't recognize.
"You're from Chicago?"
"No. Massachusetts. Andover. Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we'd run into each other?" She says, shaking her head in disbelief. A small smirk on her face.
"I know. I never thought I'd see you again." He said
"Well, I'm glad you were wrong." The two smiled at each other as quietness took over them.
Dean cleared his throat again, trying to get his brothers attention so he could be introduced to this woman, who was a little too chatty.
"Dude." She said and turned to Dean. "Cover your mouth."
Dean blinked back in surprise and rolled his eyes again at the sound of his daughter and Milo laughing beside him.
"Yeah, I'm sorry." Sam said and sent a look to his brother. "This is...this is my brother, Dean."
The girls eyes widened as she turned to look at the older Winchester.
Dean smiled, "so you've heard of me?"
"Oh, yeah. I've heard of you. Nice, the way you treat your brother like luggage. Not to mention having your own daughter living like this—she should be in school, learning, playing with kids her own age—" She said coldly.
Blake's mouth fell open as she looked up between her father and the stranger. She held Milo's hand a little tighter as she stood closer to her father.
"Excuse me?"
"Why don't you let him do what he want to do. Stop dragging him over God's green earth." She went on. "And Children should have a stable place to live instead of being forced to—-"
Sam chuckled nervously, and put his hand out to stop her from continuing. "Meg, it's alright." He says, calmly.'
Dean slowly whistled. "Okay. Awkward." He placed his hand back on Blake's shoulder and turned to leave. "I'm gonna go get a drink now." He told them. He ushered the kids away.
