Daughter Of Dean Winchester

Chapter 6

-Lo's pov-

After raising from the dead (literally) I kept getting nightmares.

Like my visit to hell. Literally.

It felt like years of torture but it was just a year. That doesn't make any sense, okay let me rephrase that. What I'm saying is that it felt like I've been in hell for like a billion years but it was only (just only) one year.

I don't go to school anymore though because they think that I am, you know, dead. But it's not like that I really have friends over there except Alex my best friend.

Alex brings me work though. Which is kind of nice for him to do.

My dad is very protective after you know what happened. I barely go on hunts now but I sneak out and get there before they do. Don't tell them though.

He always make sure that I am watched by someone. Like Castiel.

It could get annoying and a little ridiculous. I can take care of myself. Plus if you die and come back you are an official hunter. Right?

But I don't know who brought me back from the dead though and why the person did it.

Anyways, I was just sitting on my bed with my computer (that Sam gave me for a birthday gift) on my lap looking for some information for my dad and uncle.

Now these days I am like there researcher.

I give them information of how to kill the things they hunt and information about the creature and where the location is at.

Okay sorry, back on topic, I heard my phone buzz.

It's dad.

I picked the phone up "Hello?" "It isn't dying Logan. How else do you kill it?" "Um hold on" "hurry!" I typed on my computer fast "um. If you can't burn it, you have to cut it's head off and stab it" I said.

I heard a slice and a big thump.

"Thanks Lo. Go to sleep. See you tomorrow" my dad said "okay dad. Night. Don't let the vampires bite" I heard him chuckle "you too sweetheart. Bye"

I put the phone down and looked up at the digital clock.

10:00

I yawned and got out of bed.

I took a long warm shower and changed into sweatpants with a tank-top.

I put on a grey sweater and my hair in a messy bun.

I sat on my bed and turned the t.v. on.

Later on I fell asleep.

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I shot up panting like as if I ran a mile.

Sweat dripped down my face.

"Daddy" I whimpered/called.

I pulled my knees to my stomach and held onto them.

I buried my face into them and cried.

I heard a door knock.

I slid my legs down and wiped my tears away.

I grabbed my dagger and walked to the door and opened it.

I saw dad with his hair like a bird's nest with his plaid pajamas pants and a grey shirt on. I sighed and put the dagger on my dresser.

"You okay? I heard you from my room" "sorry. Just had a nightmare" "about hell?" "How did you-" "I'm your dad Lo. I know everything. Plus you talk in your sleep about you being tortured" "oh. Sorry" I said thinking about the memories.