(~~{ 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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———————— Before ——————————————
"Dad?" A soft voice called out. The sounds of outside filled the silence of the small motel room they were in. The light sounds of Sam and Milo snoring mixed in.
She heard a grunt before she heard the sound of the bed squeaking as he turned on his side. "Yeah?" He answered, tiredly.
Blake hesitated before asking the question that's been bugging her since they'd gotten Dean back. She heard his conversation with Sam, she had been awake, unknowingly to them, and listening in. She heard every word about Sam and their mom—-her grandmother.
But she never heard anything about her.
Taking a breath, she asked. "When—when you were in the dream—-wish—thing, was I there?"
Dean was slightly confused as to why she was suddenly asking about it, be he answered her anyway. "Um...yeah. You were. But, uh, you were with your mom. She was alive—but You were someone else who didn't know me—-"
"I was with mom?"
"Uh huh."
Not sure what else to do with that, Blake's heart hammered in her chest. Her hands lightly shook as she pulled the thin, scratchy sheets up to her chin. Maybe it was time. Well, To be honest, it probably wasn't. Not with what recently has been going on. Especially not after what had happened to Dean. He was still trying to process it—-she could tell.
But it was now or never. She couldn't live with the secret anymore. She wanted to tell someone. Anyone. And her Dad—-though not her first choice—-was as good as she was gonna get.
"What is it, what's got your head spinning?" Dean asked. Noticing the change in his daughter. He always noticed. He knew when something was wrong with her. When she sad, mad, he knew everything.
Closing her eyes, she takes a breath.
"Dad——there's something—"
Sitting up, Dean turned to face his daughter. He turned the side lamp on, the light not bothering the two sleeping beings across the room. Blake sat up too. Her blanket pulled closely to her.
"What is it? B, you're kinda freaking me out here—-"
"I saw mom."
Dean blinked back. Trying to figure out what possibly could've brought this on. "Huh?"
Blake sighed. His eight year old daughter looked him in the eye. "She—-she just showed up out of no where, she—"
