Winchester Child

Chapter Three

*Deans POV*

I open the window of my motel room to see a man with blonde hair admiring my baby, a little too closely. I grab my gun and tuck it into the back of my jeans, and then slip my jacket over to cover it. I grab my duffle and head out.

"Hey. Whatcha ya doing pal?" I ask.

"I know it looks fishy, I just left my keys in the bar I was in last night and am trying to find another way into my car." He says and just the fact that he called it his car makes my skin crawl.

"Yeah ok." I say nonchalantly, then pull out my gun, "Step away from my baby. Now." I command and he immediately throws his hands up and backs up, running away.

"Thats fucking right." I say to myself.

"Was that really necessary?" I hear a grumbling voice say from my left.

"Yes Cas, this is my baby. No one messes with my baby. Now you man the car. I have to check out." I explain. I step into the car once I get back and Cas turns to me.

"She's already on her way to Lawrence." He updates.

"How fast can this girl drive?" I ask and he shrugs. I shake my head and sigh. She can't get to Lawrence before me.

"Who is this girl to you, anyway? Why is she so important?"

"Why do you think that she's important to me?" I ask.

"Because you dropped everything for her. You don't ever drop everything for someone, except Sam. And anything close to family I suppose."

"Well then, just assume she's close to family." I say and he nods which is followed by a pause.

"Do you know what motel she's staying at anyway?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"Theres something different about this one, Dean. She can contact me, but I can't seem to find her unless she calls to me."

"How many times has she called out to you?"

"Twice."

"Twice? And you didn't think to tell me about it?" I ask, much angrier than before. He doesn't know her significance to me, but he does know that she's important to me.

"It wasn't to just me, it was to anyone. But I was the one that answered."

"And what's it that she asked you for?" I ask, confused that he didn't tell me.

"The first one was only to find you. The second was for help." He responds and I can feel my gut drop.

"What did she need help with? Is she okay?" Even the thought of her not being ok makes me uneasy

"She's fine. She just needed to understand and because I cannot tell her what I don't know, I gave her rest." He explains. Fair enough, but I can't help but still be on edge.

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By the time we get to St. Louis, it's dark out so I check into the motel and turn to put my stuff into my room but before I leave the front desk, I stop. There's this feeling that I have and I can't explain it but I end up turning around asking the man at the desk if he had seen her.

"We're her eyes brown?" He asks. I turn to Cas and he nods.

"Yeah, she checked in a few hours ago but she left not too long after, and she looked like she was going out for the night." He said with a smirk on his face.

"Watch what you say."

"Why, who is she to you?" He asks. I clench my jaw and ball my fist, but let it go.