Four-year-old Wolfe Charlene Winchester was sitting in her car seat in the back of her father's 1967 back chevy impala. It was late at night and all Dean had said when she asked where they were going was that they were going to get someone who could help them find Grampa. It didn't help anything that he also added that she knew them, Wolfe knew no more than five people tops, Papa, Uncle Sammy, Grampa, Grampa-Bobby, Uncle Jim, and Uncle Caleb, but her four-year-old brain couldn't figure out who they were going to see.
"We'll be there soon Wolfie-girl, want to get something to eat before we get there sweetie?" Dean asked, glancing at Wolfe through the rearview mirror. "Yeah, Papa," Wolfe replied, she was a lot like her father in the sense, they both never turned down food. "K, we'll stop at the next exit," Dean replied, taking another glance at Wolfe, she was bundled in a blanket up to her chin because she got cold easily and Dean kept the air conditioner on so he could stay awake. The stuffed dog that Sam had given her when she was a baby was also tucked into the blanket with her.
They stopped at a Mcdonald's soon after that and Dean brought Wolfe into the front seat to eat, "we're gonna get Uncle Sammy sweetheart," Dean finally said, "Untle Sammy!" Wolfe screeched, she hadn't seen Sam in almost two years and she missed him a lot, "yep that's right baby girl," Dean smiled, he was excited to see Sam too, Sam had been the only one other then Bobby who was confident in his abilities to raise a child. He had practically raised Sam, and Sam had turned out just fine, and Wolfe was going to be even better.
(A/N: so this is just an idea of what happened before they got to Stanford, that is why it's so short,)
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Wolfe Winchester (Season One)
FanfictionWolfe is Dean's four-year-old daughter, her mother didn't want her when she was born, so Dean has been raising her alone. His brother Sam and his dad helped a lot for the first two years, but now Sam's been away for two years. Sam and Dean's father...
