After running away to live a better life, Presley Winchester reunites with her brothers on another hunt that evolves into a deep-dive investigation that changes everything.
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Being born a Winchester was both a curse and a blessing.
Presley wasn't always a Winchester though, instead she was born a Kennedy. Her father wasn't present, therefore his name was never put on the birth certificate.
Diane Kennedy felt horrible for not having Presley's father present in her life, but she just couldn't bring herself to call him. How would she even tell him he had a daughter? But there wasn't a need to call him, not at all, because he came to her.
John Winchester.
What a man, huh? Swept the naive woman off her feet by saving her from a Vampire gang that was kidnapping women and turning them for their own pleasure.
That was a year ago, and now Diane sat on the couch in her home with a baby girl wrapped in a yellow blanket in her arms as she explained to John that he was Presley's father.
For a moment, she swore she saw a hint of disbelief and fear. Fear she could understand, but disbelief? He led her in that crappy motel room, they hooked up, and then boom, a baby was conceived. It wasn't rocket science.
With what he did as a "job," John couldn't have a relationship with that kid. He knew that the only thing he would do was mess up her life, and she would grow up to hate him for it.
That was the least of his concerns though, right now he was focused on keeping Diane and Presley safe from a danger that just walked into town.
The yellow-eyed demon.
He was back and looking for a new victim to claim. As if taking Mary wasn't enough, the bastard was on the hunt to kill more people John associated with.
He left his sons in the next city over for this, he couldn't let this job go haywire. Diane was too innocent for this, just a waitress in a small town in Massachusetts trying to make ends meet for both her and her daughter. He couldn't mess up her life too.
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John wished he would have taken the offer of staying at Diane's house, especially when he knew what he could have prevented that night.
A couple cups of coffee wasn't enough to keep the Winchester up, and he fell asleep in the impala while watching Diane's house from across the street. The street lights that illuminated the neighborhood began to flicker, indicating an unpleasant presence was near.
When John awoke, he caught a glimpse of a figure standing at the door of the house. He shot up from the driver's seat, his eyes widening at the sight of a pair of yellow eyes staring back at him. The sinister grin from the demon was enough to send shivers down his spine.
He darted out of the Impala, colt in hand ready to fire at the demon. But when he looked back at the house, there was no one there.
All the lights in the house were shut off, except the one in the nursery. The sight of Diane cradling the infant Presley in her arms and setting her down in her crib for the night made the Winchester nervous. He knew what was to come, and he needed to do everything in his power to prevent it from happening.
Placing the colt in his waistband, hiding it away with his brown jacket, he made his way across the street with haste. His mind set on getting Diane and the baby out of there before the demon would claim another life.
John knocked on the door a couple of times, but after not receiving an answer after knocking again, his knocks became frantic.
Relief flooded through him when Diane finally answered the door. She was safe, for now, and the Winchester wanted to keep it that way.
"John.. You look like you've seen a ghost!" Diane noted as she took in John's frantic look. "Is everything okay?"
He was about to answer, and tell her to leave the house immediately. But he was interrupted by the sound of Presley's cries on the baby monitor.
"Why don't you come in, yea? Get out from the cold" Diane suggested, allowing John to walk inside.
"Diane, you need to get Presley and get the hell out of–" Before John could finish his sentence, he was once again interrupted by the heightening of the wails coming from the nursery.
With a sigh, Diane began making her way upstairs, John following suit. "Sorry about her, she can be a bit fussy at this time of night" Diane explained.
"It's okay.. Just, as I was saying. Get all of you and the baby's things and get the hell out of dodge" The Winchester said, sounding as frantic as ever. Which earned him a questioning look from Diane. "Something is coming after you, tonight, I just.. I just know it."
"Again?" Diane asked. "You know, ever since I've associated myself with you, I have been nothing but a nervous wreck. You telling me this doesn't make it any better!"
"Diane! I'm being serious, dammit. This thing is powerful and will kill you in an instant. I've come across this thing before–"
SLAM!
The door to the nursery got slammed in John's face, putting a divider between Diane and him.
"Diane!?" John yelled. He toggled at the doorknob, scared out of his mind of what was to come, but the door wouldn't budge.
John attempted to keep Diane calm, the sounds of the baby's cries dying down.
Upon hearing Diane's piercing screams coming from the other side of the door, the Winchester prepared himself for the worst.
As one final attempt, John kicked the door down in one swift kick. His eyes scanned the room for any sign of the woman, but she wasn't there.
A shaky breath left his lips as he walked up to the crib, Presley's curious eyes looked up at the Winchester. She gurgled and giggled, and she was as cute as a button doing it, but John couldn't ignore the droplets of blood on her face.
"Son of a bitch" He muttered.
As gently as he could he picked the baby up, the blood still dripping onto the soft fabric of the crib.
He dreaded it, looking up, but he knew he had to in order to confirm that Diane was gone. Slowly, his head tilted up, his eyes meeting the body of Diane glued to the ceiling with wide eyes.
Flashbacks of Mary's body filled John's head, and he couldn't look any longer. With a heavy sigh, and a silent vow to remember Diane, he left the room. And in that moment, a fire ignited, engulfing the house in flames by the time he left with the infant.
He couldn't stay, not when he knew the police would question him. But leave with an infant? It was a sure thing that there would be a manhunt for her. He had no choice though, she was his after all.
"Alright, Presley.. Guess you're just gonna have to learn the Winchester way" John said, receiving a happy coo in return.
