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

c h a p t e r | s i x

| d e a n |

I stare at the unknown number. Whoever this person was, called twice, left one message, yet said nothing. If it had been important, they would've spoke, but something inside me tells me it was still important.

The door to the hotel bathroom opens and a wet-haired Sam walks out. I look up at him. "You're still staring at your phone?" I shrug and set the phone aside and stand up for a beer. As I pop it open, I feel Sam's hand touch my shoulder. "Why don't you just call them back?"

"Because, Sam, they didn't exactly say who they were or what they wanted. It could've just been a wrong number for all I know."

"They called twice," Sam reasons.

"Shut up and get ready, we've got a case with our names on it." I snap. I take a drink from the beer bottle and sigh. Since Cas told us I have a daughter, everything on Sam's mind has been about her. Especially that call. "What if it's her?" He'd said. I just shrugged it off. If it was, I didn't want her learning what we do. No matter how much I wish I could meet her and talk to her, her life should remain however it is now. I don't want what happened to Adam to happen to her.

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| a v a |

I open my locker and switch out what I'll need for the next sixteen hours. My math and History homework are placed in my backpack and I start walking to Ariana's locker. "Hey," she says, concentrating on her locker combination.

"Hey," I reply. I wait for her to finish before I speak again. "Mom and Dad know that I found my dad."

"God, your life is confusing." She comments.

"What do you mean?" I raise an eyebrow.

"You have two moms and two dads, how does it not confuse you?"

"Does it confuse you?"

"Well, duh!" Ariana exclaims playfully. "So, how did you find out that they found out?" As we followed the flow of students, I explained the conversation. "Maybe now that they know, they could help you find your dad?" She suggests. I shake my head, remembering the conversation with Mom.

"Mom said she doesn't even know if he's alive." I explain. "All of our efforts might just be for nothing."

"You should try to call him again." Ariana says just before we part ways. "He could pick up," she concludes. "Think about it." With that, she walks off to her car, I do the same.

The silent drive home is filled with my loud thoughts debating whether I should call my dad again. He's my father, but he might not care. He could also be dead, like Mom thinks. I spend twenty minutes thinking over the idea. By the time I get home with Henry, there's a man standing at the door. The Black-Eyed Man comes to mind and I request for Henry to stay in the car. I open my door and shut it, walking up the driveway. When he turns, I'm quick to realize I do not know this man.

"Can I help you?" I say cautiously.

"Are you Ava Winchester?" At his Scottish accented words, my heart skips a few beats and my stomach falls.

"No," I lie. Technically, in one way or another, I am Ava Winchester, but he doesn't need to know that. "Sorry, hope you find her." He doesn't leave, the only move he makes is crossing his arms over his overcoat. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" He says nothing. "If not, then, would you mind allowing me into my house?" A sly smile spreads across his face.