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

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I walked out of school, looking for Will. During lunch he'd stopped by my spot in the cafeteria and told me to meet him in front of the school when the final bell rang, but he never specified where to meet him. As my eyes flickered over the faces of Farwell High's students, I had no luck with finding him. After a while of looking to no avail, I pulled out my phone, ready to text Dean and have him pick me up. A tap on the shoulder halted my thumbs mid-text. I turn my head to see Will.

"There you are," I comment, slightly annoyed.

"Sorry, I got caught up in class," he said. I nod, only barely accepting his apology. "You ready to go?" He asks and I nod in response.

He leads me to a short limo parked on the far end of the parking lot. A man in a tuxedo opened the back passenger door for us. Will motioned for me to get in. I was hesitant, but got in nonetheless. The drive was awkward and long. I was pretty sure that by the time we reached our destination, we were outside of town. "Where are we exactly?" I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"Don't worry, we're not too far out. My parents like to live in the more isolated parts."

"Does that mean you move around a lot?"

"I guess you could say that," Will answers with a small shrug. We were silent for a little longer before we arrived at what I assumed was Will's house. The driver stepped out and opened the door for us to exit. It felt wrong to have him open the door for me, but I guess that's his job.

When I step out, I'm met with something I didn't expect to see. A large mansion was sitting in front of me, though it looked old and run down. "Holy..." I mumble, trailing off in awe.

"I know, right," Will chuckles. "Sometimes it's great that my parents are completely loaded." I glance between Will and the house, suddenly feeling insecure. Even with Mom and Dad, I could never live like this. My fingers nervously traced the hem of my shirt, feeling self conscious over how I would look to his parents.

When we went inside, I wasn't any less shocked at the beauty. Once again, looking run down, but still holding a natural beauty, the interior was old and antique-y. Will loudly announced next to me that he was home. It only took a few moments before his parents were greeting me and asking me questions. Something about all of this felt strange, though. I'm not one to judge, but I'd never picture wealthy people as a man and woman tattooed head to toe. It must be a family thing, seeing as how Will's tattoos grew with every day I'd seen him.

"Avalin Winchester, yes?" Will's father asked. I nod, only slightly confused as to how he knew my full first name.

"Don't mind my prying, dear, but what does your father do?" Will's mother inputs. My breath gets caught in my throat. That question seemed a little to aimed. In my head I tried making up excuses for the question as I answered the question, but when nobody asked what my mom does, I was concerned. I was almost ready to fake a sickness and have Dean and Sam get me the hell out of their house. "I'm sorry if that was too personal, darling, the name is just so familiar." Will's mother laughs off the question, but I can't help but make the rest of my actions cautious.

Will and I soon retreated to his room, dark and musty as it was. We finished the project quickly and spent a while just talking. I clear my throat, preparing to ask my question. "So do your tattoos have any meaning to them?"

Will glances down at his exposed forearms then back up at me. "It's kind of a family thing," he answers vaguely.

"When did you get your first one?" I ask, hoping for him to trip up on his answers so I could have enough of a reason to run away in terror.

"I was young," he answered mysteriously. I just nod awkwardly, not knowing what to say next. His face had remained emotionless throughout the topic, making me wonder if he was hiding something.