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

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I wake up from my sleep with a scream.

Last night, I had enough nightmares to last a lifetime. Ones of Crowley doing God knows what, ones with my dad leaving, or even dying.

Speak of the devil, I look around to find Dean running through the door of the room. "Ava!" He shouts, worry spread across his features.

Sam comes in after him. "We heard you scream. Is everything okay?" Dean sets gentle hands on my shoulders as if he was silently asking the same question.

"Yeah, just a nightmare," I say.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Sam asks awkwardly, like he doesn't know exactly what to do about a teenager's nightmare. I shake my head.

"I'm okay, I promise."

Dean takes his comforting hands away from my shoulders. "We'll be upstairs if you need us. We're going out for breakfast in a few." I nod in understanding and they leave me to some privacy so that I can dress.

I stand up and go to my duffle bag. I pull out a clean set of clothes and go up to the main level to ask where the bathroom is. Before I reach their sight I hear Dean's voice speak. "-having nightmares. She's not- I can't let her be a part of the life. It's gonna destroy her." I furrow my eyebrows. The life?

Then Sam's voice speaks. "Dean, give Ava some time to adjust. Crowley basically almost kidnapped her for who knows why, Dick is looking for her, and now the angels are after her. It was probably some PTSD-like thing." Angels?

"I can't give it time," Dean says and I hear a sigh from the room, probably Dean. "I told her I'd explain all of this and I just can't do that now. She'll either go off the deep end or want in." Bobby begins to say something before Dean interrupts. "I watched dad die. I watch Jo and Ellen blow up. I've seen you go to Hell and back. Shit, even I've been to Hell and back! I'm not watching my own daughter have to go through any of that." Wait, Hell? Before I can eavesdrop on anymore of this, I step into sight.

"Where's the bathroom?" I ask quickly. Bobby's mouth bobbed shut. Sam's eyes anxiously shoot towards me. Dean spun around and started babbling, asking how much I'd heard. I shrug, not knowing how I should answer, with the truth or lie. "So, the bathroom?" I repeat. Bobby explains where to go and I turn, following the instructions until I come upon a room with a toilet, sink, and shower. I step in and lock the door behind me. I step out of my four day old clothes and pull on the clean ones.

I look in the mirror just above the sink, brushing my fingers through my hair, having forgotten a hairbrush in my rush to pack. While I tear through the tangles of bed head, I think about what I'd heard. I knew Crowley was looking for me, hell, he tried to kidnap me. I thought Dick was just some creepy guy that made no sense, but I guess he's after me, too. But angels? That's pretty out there when it comes to logic. Yeah, I believe in some higher power, but I don't exactly believe in angels. That idea made me think about what I'd heard Sam and Castiel talk about at the motel in Louisiana. Demons. Angels and demons were after me, as was Crowley and Creepy Dick. What I life I have.

After a few minutes, my hair became somewhat acceptable and I open the bathroom door, taking my dirty clothes with me. When I travel back to where I'd left Bobby, Sam, and Dean, they were still there, whispering this time. I shrugged it off and continued back to the weird room I'd been provided. Snatching my phone off of the bed, I go back up the stairs one last time. If I stay here long, I might get some muscled thighs and calfs.

Once I reach the top, Sam and Dean are already headed for the door. "Ready?" Dean asks me. I nod in response. I say goodbye to Bobby and take it as a good sign that we aren't taking my stuff. I climb into the back and buckle up. Soon enough, Dean is driving away in Baby towards a diner he claims has the best pancakes in the Dakotas.