"Dad, you've trained me to be an amazing fighter, I beat you in a match, twice. Please?" I beg my dad.
"For the last time, no Raven. I only taught you how to fight so you could defend yourself. I don't want you getting mixed up in all this. I want you to live your life not throw it away." Dad gives me this speech every time.
"Uncle Sam please talk dad into letting me come with." I plead.
"Raven you heard your father. He said no." Uncle Sam hugs me and kisses the top of my head, then holds me at arms length. "Be safe."
"I'm not happy about this." I say.
"It's not my job to make you happy, it's my job to raise you right." Dad says, hugging me. "Don't go anywhere. Unless you're with Cas."
"Fine." I say. "Come back in one piece. I love you guys."
"We love you too." Dad and uncle Sam say in unison.
I'm left alone at the bunker with six books I brought and some food in the kitchen. All junk food. "Cas, please come here." I say. Cas is short for Castiel, he's an angel.
"You called for me?" Cas says materializing a few feet in front of me.
"Can you take me to a park that will change my life after going there?" I ask.
"Get whatever you want to bring with you and I'll take us there." Cas says. I grab my cell phone, portable charger, and earbuds. Before I walk out my bedroom door, I see that I'm still in my sweatpants and tank top I wore as pajamas last night. So I changed into a pair of black jean shorts with a black tank top that has the black veil brides star logo in white in the middle and black ankle socks and black vans. I also put everything i was taking with me to the park in my black purse that reads "team free will" in white lettering. I go back into the main room. "Okay Cas, let's go."
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Raven Braeden: the Daughter of Dean Winchester and Lisa Braeden
FanfictionA young girl had been gong back forth from one state to another to visit her father. Her parents were never married. Her name is Raven and the only time she sees her father, Dean Winchester, is during summer break. The rest of the time she lives wit...