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

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I am quick and quiet to dress myself in stealthy clothing. Not exactly the warmest thing I could be wearing, but that wasn't all too important. What was important was me getting out of here without waking up Sam or Dean. Even Bobby for that matter. Carefully, I sneak beside Dean's bed and grabbed his wallet as carefully as I could. I opened it and pulled out a five dollar bill, stuffing it in my pocket.

I set it down while watching Dean, making sure I didn't wake him up. With success, I quickly grab his car keys and rush out the door, making sure to shut it quietly. I could have taken the Impala, but I was sure when Dean saw me again, he'd kill me. So I open the trunk, opening the secret compartment. I was in luck when I found a thick red substance tucked away along with two silver knifes. I opened the plastic jar of blood and dipped the knifes in.

I stuff the knifes into my pocket, hiding them under my shirt. Just before I shut the trunk, I caught sight of a pistol. I quickly debate whether or not to take it with me, just in case. Grabbing it and sticking it in the waistband of my pants like I'd seen Dean and Sam do, I shut the trunk and quietly take the keys back into the motel room. I look over my father and uncle and make sure they're still asleep before leaving for good this time.

I head out to a bus stop I find with my phone and wait for a bus to come. It would take me near the old road that the hotel was on. When I climbed aboard the bus ten minutes later, the driver was giving me strange looks. It probably wasn't all that normal to see a teenage girl alone at this hour headed to who knows where.

I walk through the bus and sit near the back door. As the ride goes on, I go over what I remember from my dream. My hope was to avoid everything that happened and find the victims, kill the djinn, and go home before Sam and Dean wake up to find me gone. If it didn't go as planned, nothing about this would turn out good and I would probably be grounded for eternity.

When the bus gets to the stop, I get off with an awkward thank you to the driver. As the bus drives off, I stare down the dark road and scold myself for not bringing a flashlight. With a long sigh, I take out my phone, using its flashlight.

It was a long, dark walk to come upon Hotel Home. The entire time, I made up scenarios in my head of all the things that could happen and what they best way to react to them was. I had close to fifty different possible things that could happen, and I wasn't even done. Talk about anxiety.

I take the gun out of my waistband and hold it like I'd seen people hold it in movies. I take only a second to close my eyes and take a deep breath. Here goes nothing!

I open the door with ease, making me wary. A hotel that hasn't been occupied in around twenty years with the front doors unlocked. There's definitely someone, or something here. I look around with my phone's flashlight. Everything I saw looked like it did in my nightmares. Maybe Sam was onto something with these visions. I push the thought away and focus on making sure I can defend myself. Just in time, too. A crash sounds behind me. Quickly, I turn and face the source, not seeing anything there.

On the other end of the large lobby, another object crashes and I whip around in the direction it came from. Then it was silent again

Somewhere in the building someone cries out, making me jump. Quickly, I rushed in that direction. When I reach the top and listen to silence again, I flipped my phone's flashlight in the direction of my options. I could go left or right and check all the rooms on this floor, or continue up another flight of stairs. Remembering my nightmare and never finding anything until more towards the top, I continued up the flights of stairs. When I reached the last flight of stairs I remembered going up, something flew passed me, pushing me with a lot of force, making me fall back, down half the stairs. Each hit of the edge of the stairs knocking the breath out of my lungs, until I felt as if I was being choked. When I open my eyes, one of a tattooed man was on top of me, hand on my throat. When I looked closer I saw Will.