Celeste looked around, making sure no one was watching the two men in suits. One of them looked strangely familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She crept peeked through the window of the Impala as they came closer. She adjusted her weight, preparing to launch herself over the car. The short haired one said "Well, it certainly seems like our buddy old yellow eyes hasn't struck here for a month. We're too late." The long-haired one replied, "Yeah, well at least we don't have to search far." Celeste couldn't see Shorthair, but she guessed he was looking curiously at Longhair. "Dean, there's been HEY WHO ARE YOU?" Celeste looked up at him and sprinted away. Looking back, she saw them chasing her. Bit now she recognized the long-haired tall one. And so she stood there, waiting for him to approach. "Are you... Sam Winchester?" she asked. He stopped in his tracks and then his friend Dean looked at her and said, "Who's asking? Don't say yourself, you'd be lying. Not a lot of humans know the Winchesters. Celeste said, "You... Dean, Sam... you... wait, humans? As in like you kill the living people who know your name?" Dean looked concerningly at Sam. "Not exactly," he replied.
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Sam Winchester's Daughter
ФанфікиA Supernatural fanfic What if Sam had a daughter? Meet Celeste, a 16-year-old with a mission: find out who killed her mother, and why. The only lead she has is a name and photo: Sam Winchester, a father she never knew. This is my first book, please...
