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

c h a p t e r | t w e n t y | o n e

| d e a n |

I wake up to Sam shaking me roughly and shouting about someone being gone. "This is the best nights sleep I've gotten in a while, Sammy, come back later." I roll over onto my other side, but that doesn't stop him from ripping the sheets off of me. He's lucky I've got pants on. I roll over onto my other side, but that doesn't make him leave me alone.

"Sam, seriously, this is the first good night of sleep I've had in a long time, now leave me the hell alone," I grumble.

"Dean, listen to me," he says. "Ava is gone!" At his words I sit up quickly, almost bumping our foreheads together. I frantically look around the room before standing up and checking the bathroom and outside.

I turn back to Sam shouting, "Where the hell is she?"

"I don't know!" He shouts back.

"Maybe she went to Bobby's room," I suggest, not even waiting for Sam's reply before rushing to Bobby's motel room door. I don't waste any time walking straight in to see him with books and paper strewn all over his bed. "Is Ava here?" I ask hurriedly.

Bobby looks back at me, confused. "No, why? She ain't with you?" I put my head in my hands, worry overwhelming me. She could be anywhere right now. Anyone could have her, waiting to call and demand something from us. For all I know, she could be dead on the side of the road somewhere. I'm taken from my thoughts when I feel Bobby's hand on my shoulder. "Come on, we'll find her." He grabs his vest, hat, and car keys and shut his door. We walk quickly back to Sam who is standing by the door on the phone.

"Ava, when you get this, call Dean, Bobby or myself." He says into the phone before hanging up. The fact that she isn't answering her phone can't be a good thing.

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| a v a |

A day had passed and I had no idea how much time had gone by back in the real world. I had been planning over and over, revising and perfecting how I would kill myself. My plan was to go out to the Impala and use one of the weapons in the trunk to do it as quickly as I could and hopefully come back in the real world. I just had to find some excuse to need to go outside to Baby.

It came when we were getting ready to go to sleep. Dean needed something from the car and I volunteered to get it. Nobody suspected anything, which was good.

"Come back inside as soon as you get it," Dean tells me. I nod quickly as I jump off the couch and go outside. Glancing back several times as I walk out, I finally reach the trunk, opening it and getting into the secret compartment where the hunting weapons are. I glance at the house once more before rummaging through, trying to find what'll be the least painful and survivable. That's when I hear the door open and turn to see everyone calmly walking out towards me.

"Shit," I mumble, grabbing a knife that I feel is fit for the job. At least, I hope it is. When I glance up again, they've cornered me into the back of the Impala. "Er, hi guys," My lips lazily twitch into a smile, hoping nothing happens.

"What are you doing in there, Ava?" Mom asks, worry quickly taking over her features.

"Er, well-"

"You're not going to hurt yourself, are you, kiddo?" Dean says. The sadness on his face makes me want to drop the knife and forget about the real world.

"I- I-"

"Why would you want to do that when you could stay here forever, when you could be happy?" Sam asks.

"You're not real," I tell them. "This is all just a wish,"

"But does it even matter if we're real or not when you can be happy?" Jess asks.