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

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In the morning when I wake up Dean is still asleep on the couch and a shower is running in the next room, where I assume Sam is taking a shower. I rub my eyes and stretch. Dean let me sleep in his bed, saying I'd need the comfort for the long drive today. He still hasn't told me where I was going off to. No matter how many times I tried to convince him I would be fine in Minnesota, he brushed my statement out of his mind like dust off a shoulder.

I reach out next to me for my phone, the sunlight breaking through the curtains and slightly blinding me with its brightness. I take it off the charger before I forget and put the charger in my backpack. Finally looking at the screen I have messages from Mom, Dad, and Ariana, as well as several missed calls from each individual. Most from my parents started with where are you, turning into come home or I'm grounded, finally morphing into them calling the cops and worrying over me. Ariana's were mainly about the three frightening individuals we've encountered and how she was about to drive every road on the Earth to find me. I listened to a few voicemails before deciding it was enough. I began typing a message to Mom, Dad, and Ariana to explain how I was in Louisiana and my dad was here and I'd be home when I could find a way back there.

Before I could send it, the snoring that had come from the couch all night ceased. I looked over to see Dean silently yawning and sitting up. "What're you doing up this early?" He asks. I shrug and he just nods. "What are you doing on your phone?" He continues, worry only slightly lacing his voice.

"Some people back home are worried, I'm just telling them what's going on." I explain. Dean jumps up from the couch and walks in front of me, holding his hand out. "What?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Give me your phone," he demands.

"Why?" Behind me, the water turns off and I assume Sam is finished with his shower.

"I'm sure you've heard it at least once already, but it's not safe for people to know where you are. Not until we know you're safe."

"Safe from what?" I snap, finally growing tired of the statements of how much danger I'm in. "What's so dangerous I can't tell people who love and care about me why I'm missing." Dean sighs, dropping his hand.

Once again, he looks conflicted. "Can I just make it less specific to where you are? If it gets into the wrong hands where you are..." He breaks off, not seeming to want to finish the thought. For a moment we sit there awkwardly. When I finally groan and hand him my phone he edits the text I'd typed out.

The bathroom door opens and I turn to watch Sam walk out dressed in clothes he wore yesterday. When I turn back to Dean, he's putting my phone into his pocket. "Hey!" I jump up from the bed. "That's mine, give it back." Dean ignores my demands and tosses a suitcase on the couch and starts packing clothes. "Dean," I snap. "Give me my phone!" When he still doesn't react, I turn to Sam for help. I figure out they're both obviously out to get me when Sam just shrugs and mirrors Dean's actions. Now my dad and my uncle are ignoring my pleas and demands for my phone. Damn, I really sound like a teenage girl.

"You'll get it back when we get where we're going." Dean promises.

"And how long will that be?"

"About a day or two," he answers nonchalantly. "Unless you can convince me that I can trust you with it."

Giving up, I sit and the bed with my arms crossed over my chest and pouting like a three year old. I'm unashamed to admit that it's a habit of mine when I don't get what I feel I need or really want, like my phone. Since I really have nothing to pack, I wait for Dean and Sam to finish packing.

Just under half an hour later, we're carrying out bags outside. When I step out of the motel room, I'm not sure if I can believe what I see. A 1967 Chevy Impala, black, just like my mom had described in the letter. I stop, jaw dropped, eye raping the fabulous classic in front of me. Sam and Dean turn around to look at me, no longer hearing my footsteps. In my peripherals I see Dean smirking and Sam shaking his head.

"You like Baby?" Dean asks.

"Is that her name?" I ask, suddenly feeling a whole new connection to my dad. He nods. "I love her," I say. Maybe if I just spend a day or two in Baby, I could live without my phone. The stereotypical teenage girl in me is shocked but everything else is excited as hell. Dean helps me get my bags in the trunk and Sam helps me into the backseat. When the car turns on, AC/DC's Back In Black plays through the speakers. I bob my head to the best as Dean puts the car in reverse.

After a while they finally notice that I'm enjoying the tunes. It starts when Sam laughs loudly. Dean looks at him then catches me rocking out in his peripherals. He laughs and begins bobbing his head to the music as well. That's how the drive goes until we stop at a gas station for, well, what else? Gas. Dean goes in to pay and I'm left with Sam in silence.

Fluttering wings and a body appearing next to me scares me half to death as I scream bloody murder. Sam turns around, worry laced over his face until he notices Castiel next to me. "You scared me!" I shout at him.

"I'm sorry," Castiel says in his normal monotone.

"Why are you here, Cas?" Sam asks from the front seat.

"News, I have news."

"What is it?" Sam asks, turning and looking back at Castiel.

"It's about Ava," Castiel says as if he's expecting me to leave. Sam and Castiel look at me expectantly.

"If it's about me, I think I have a right to know." I defend.

Sam motions for Castiel to continue. "I don't think she should hear this, Sam." Castiel says. The way he says his words is like its a coded message between my uncle and the poofing man that likes to scare me. Sam opens his door and pulls the seat forward, motioning me out. I groan and climb out.

I walk into the convenience store and find my dad at the cash register. "What're you doing?" He asks.

"I got kicked out."

"Why?" Dean raises an eyebrow.

"Castiel just appeared out of no where and has some top secret information about me. So top secret, I don't get to know."

"Well, I guess while you're here, go grab something to eat really quick. You'll probably get hungry soon enough." I nod and walk off towards the junk food–like Pop Tarts and candy bars. It slowly occurs to me he doesn't seem fazed about Castiel appearing from thin air. Maybe he does it often.

I'm looking over the prices and the choices when once more, someone pops up next to me. When I look over, I see the man from my house a few days ago.

Crowley.

I scramble back a few steps, scared. "Oh, Vivian, is it? Fancy seeing you here, love." His Scottish accent just makes his presence more legit.

"Uh, y-yeah."

"Why so scared? I didn't frighten you, did I?" A smile-like smirk grows on his face and I slowly begin to back away towards the direction of my dad. He's the most safety I have right now and he obviously isn't fazed by Crowley's name.

Backing up, I bump into a chest. When I turn, it's another man, taller than me, around Sam's height, though not Sam. I don't know this man and he looks like he wasn't angered by my clumsiness.

"Sorry," I mumble attempting to move around him. He grabs my arm tightly, not allowing me to move further away.

"What's the rush?" Crowley says behind me, unknown intents leaking through his Scottish accent. I can see the Impala only a little ways outside the doors to the convenience store. Just as I'm working out a plan to try and make a break for it, the sound of wings fluttering come from behind me. Fingertips gently touch the back of my head and I pass out. The last thing I see before the blackness is a tan trench coat.

Slightly short chapter but still pretty good. I was thinking of how to end the chapter, and this was the best I could come up with. Hope you enjoyed! Love ya!