[RE-WRITING] The Righteous Man's Daughter {Dean Winchester's Daughter}

00. blast to the past

PROLOGUE

BLAST TO THE PAST

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You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

Miranda didn't have any better plans. She'd been meticulously thinking out this night ever since she found out she was pregnant. Yes, leaving the swaddled newborn with Chris and Lisa appeared to be the best option in sight. At least, it was a better plan than hoping somebody would come looking in their small, one bedroom apartment before Charlotte starved to death with the sight of her mother ripped to shreds on the floor in front of her crib. She felt selfish for waiting until literally the very last minute, but she wanted all the time she could get before these monsters would appear.

The seven pound newborn in her arms was causing her already out of shape body to work harder in order to keep running. She'd been running for what felt like an eternity. Her aching feet slapped against the asphalt, but were drowned out by the shrieking cry of Charlotte. Even louder in her ears were the low growls of the invisible creatures as they stalked behind her. Something – or someone – was keeping them at bay for now, and Miranda was grateful. Still, the guttural sound gave her enough adrenaline to keep racing down the center of the residential street.

You make me happy when skies are gray

Through the thick tears of panic, Miranda glanced up to the sky, begging the God she'd spent her life believing in for more time, enough time to save her daughter. Along with her plea for time, she opted to send up one last request for forgiveness. She had, after all, made a deal with a demon. It would've been a lie to say she regretted it, because she didn't, but in hindsight she should've been more specific; she should've clarified that she wanted to raise her child.

After finding out about the pregnancy, in a last ditch effort, Miranda had called on the same demon she'd made her original deal with. She begged for more time. The response she'd been given was still ringing in her ears after all this time: let me assure you, her life will be much worse if you make this deal, he warned.

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you

While she was still in the hospital after giving birth, she had written a letter – a very long letter – with the hope that one day, when Charlotte reads it, she would understand. That was the one thing Miranda would die wishing for, her daughter's understanding and forgiveness. The letter was tucked inside the baby blanket that swaddled her. In addition to the letter, the only photograph ever taken of Miranda Guerrera and Dean Winchester was sealed inside the envelope. A small note was written on the envelope for Chris and Lisa to help them understand what was moments from happening in their front yard.

Please, don't take my sunshine away

Miranda barely stepped onto the Reese's property before hearing the growls and barks of hellhounds grow exponentially louder. The unseen creatures tackled her, causing Charlotte to tumble unintentionally from her arms. The tight swaddle around Charlotte was enough to soften her fall just enough that she didn't sustain any injuries. Miranda's fall went very differently.

The family of three could easily hear the commotion outside their contemporary style house, the screamed pleas and sobs of a newborn were clear over the sound of their Friday night movie. Chris motioned for his wife and three year old son to stay put so he could go check it out without worrying for their safety. What he witnessed upon opening the front door would scar his memory until the day he dies.

Something was tearing into the flesh of his college friend as her three week old daughter laid screaming, face down in the grass of his front yard. "Miranda!" He shouted, making a move to help.

"No, don't!" Miranda called out in panic, "Ch-Charlotte, take Charlotte!" Chris watched the dying woman point to the swaddled newborn. He didn't need help understanding what she was asking. Picking up Charlotte and rushing back inside, he handed her off to Lisa quickly explaining that she needed to call 911. He rushed to the hall closet, easily finding the safe with his gun. His shaking hands struggled to unlock it leading him to exclaim a string of curses.

He was too late, though. By the time he made it back outside, whatever had been tearing into Miranda's flesh had left and she wasn't screaming anymore. Her hazel eyes were void of their usual joy and liveliness. Her blood drenched the lawn and sidewalk. The ugly sight of her spilled guts engraved itself into his mind.

Please, don't take my sunshine away

Before the cops and ambulance could arrive, Lisa had discover the envelope and read over the note on its front several times. Her best friend was gone, ripped to shreds by something called a hellhound. When she showed it to Chris, they made the decision together to keep Charlotte in the dark about the truth for as long as they could. They tucked the envelope safely in an unsuspecting shoebox and hid the shoebox in the darkest corner of the hall closet.

They weren't naïve enough to think they'd be able to keep the story hidden forever. The question was: how long did they have before she would find out?

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AUTHOR'S NOTE !

Oh, boy. That was...fun. Anyways, I need to sleep now. I don't know how long the new chapter one will take me to put together, but this book is my new focus so it'll happen eventually.

Have a good morning, afternoon, evening, or night depending on where you are in the world. Until next time my lovelies!