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

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It had been a few days in the Whitefish, Montana cabin, a couple of which I was by myself while Dean went after Sam who left on a hunt by himself and Bobby who was researching anything he might have on the leviathan's supernatural race. I knew how to be alone, thankfully, having been in situations where my parents would leave our Minnesota home for business and send Henry to our aunt's house. Of course, I didn't go because I was old enough to be home alone and I begged and pleaded for them to let me have some time away from my temperamental little brother.

It felt like forever before Bobby had taken me back to the hospital, that wasn't Sioux Falls General, to get my cast off of my arm. It was still sore for sure, but according to the x-ray they did, it was healing well enough that they could take off the cast. So that's what happened.

The first thing I did with my freed arm was eat a sandwich made by Bobby. Bobby was an over protective old man like Dean, but he was still as helpful as Sam when it came to teaching me about the supernatural world. He'd taught me about a few more supernatural species as I ate my sandwich. But once I was done, he'd left to go back for more research.

As I sat on the couch watching television, old Disney channel shows to be specific, my phone vibrated on the counter in the kitchen. At the first commercial I went to check it. Don't judge me, I love watching Hannah Montana throwbacks.

Dean: We're coming back. We should be there in a few hours.

I text back asking him to bring me food. I go back to the couch and sit, waiting for his reply. When my phone buzzes again, I'm expecting his reply. To my surprise it's an unknown number.

Unknown number: Winchester's have short life spans. Watch your back Ava Winchester. We're coming for you soon. P.S. No more tattling to Daddy Dean.

Have you seen those cartoons where the jaw of the character drops to the floor? I'm pretty sure my jaw dropped straight down into the pits of Hell. I had no idea what to freak out about first. The threat to me or the insinuated threat to Dean, my dad. Not wanting Dean to find the text in my conversations, I deleted it. No matter how much my fear pushed me to tell someone about the threat, I knew it wasn't a good idea when it came to mine and Dean's safety. Honestly, from books I've read, kids aren't supposed to protect their parents. But then those are just fairytale worlds, this was the real world with just a pinch of supernatural chaos.

Somewhere along the line of waiting for Dean and Sam to return, I fell asleep. I was only slightly woken up when I felt someone's arm snake behind my back and under my knee pits, lifting me up. Groggy and tired, I naturally rested my head against the person's chest until they put me down in a bed, my assigned bed is what I assumed. Covered in blankets, I drifted back off to sleep once more.

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I woke up again sometime later to voices outside the bedroom door. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and got out of bed. Quickly, I changed into clean clothes and joined the group of men in the other room.

"'Morning," I say tiredly.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty." Dean joked from where he was standing in front of the stove "How'd you sleep?"

"Good, I think. I'm not sure yet." Dean chuckles, but I'm serious. I'm too tired still to know if I slept well or not. The answer would come when it was no longer important. "So, what's on the agenda today?" I ask, sitting at the table. In the bathroom, water ceased and I assumed Sam was exiting his usual morning shower.