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

c h a p t e r | t w e n t y | s e v e n

Let me tell you, sitting in a crappy motel room by yourself with nothing to do is a lot worse than facing the dramas of a high school hallway. Over the past month or so Dean and Sam had been on two hunts, and were in the middle of one right now. And when I say this, I mean they are sitting across the room from me, looking through books and the internet trying to figure out what they were hunting. I was still in the whole witness protection house arrest thing, so I haven't been allowed to even help research. I knew they were trying to keep me safe and all but one- it's been a month since I got away from Dick; two- in my opinion, it's a little over board not to at least let me help them research. I believe I used the words "The more hands and heads, the better."

Besides that, I've been talking to Ariana. It feels like forever since we've seen each other, let alone talked. In all reality, it had only been a few months, but it's felt like years with everything that's happened in those few months. She told me that she met a guy at one of her swim meets, telling me all the details. And I mean all the details. She hasn't shut up for at least ten minutes. I was ready to reach through the phone and smack her upside the head.

"Who the hell is blowing up your phone over there?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.

"A friend from back in Minnesota," I respond vaguely, slightly distracted with the long message she'd just sent about their first date.

In my peripheral vision, I watch as Dean turns toward Sam. I perk my ears up, listening to see if he found anything. Though I wasn't allowed to hunt, I still kept information stored on the different creatures of the supernatural. "I haven't found jack, what about you?" He says.

Sam runs a hand down his face, shaking his head. "Same here," My uncle set his laptop off to the side of his motel bed. "I'm starting to think there's nothing supernatural here."

"Based on what I've heard you two talking about," I pipe up, my father and uncle both looking over at me. "the only supernatural thing here is the fact that Sam gets wifi everywhere." The two men make sounds that suggest amusement.

"Well, I guess we should wait another day, see if anything more happens. If not, I think there's an actual case out in Oregon." Dean says going over to the couch, laying down on it like he's ready to pass out for the night.

"Sounds good with me," Sam says. I nod in agreement with the two brothers, even though my opinion doesn't count for too much. I get up to take a shower, grabbing my pajamas. When I come back, Dean and Sam are both asleep, Dean's snores being the only sound in the room. I flip the light switch by the door, making it dark. The only light sources is the small porch-like lights outside the doors of every motel room. I carefully crawl into the bed that Dean all but demanded I take. I look at the time, 10:07pm. Good enough time to go to sleep.

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Like most other nights since I got away from Dick, I've been having nightmares. They were of all kinds of things. Dick finding the Impala, tracking us down, and killing us being the one I wake up from. I sit up abruptly, awake as can be. My breathing is heavy and a thin layer of sweat covers my face. Though the blanket over me was thin, I still had sweat head to toe like I'd just run a marathon. In my dream, I felt like I had.

I look at the bed next to me to see Sam still asleep. On the couch, Dean was asleep as well. Thank god, I didn't scream. I lay in the bed for a while, trying to fall back asleep. Unsure of what to do, I got out of bed as quietly as I could, going to the bathroom to take a shower.

My mind was a mess when I stepped into the running water. It was cold, instantly chilling me to the bone. Bits of my nightmares replay in my mind. My body shakes from the stinging pelts of freezing water and my brain runs wild with nasty what ifs. What if Dick is right outside? What if this is only a dream? What if this is all just a joke? What if I'm dead and this is my heaven? What if, what if, what if...

Feeling numb from the cold of the shower. I step onto the linoleum floor of the bathroom and wrap myself in a towel, looking at myself in the mirror. It had been a while but there were still some scabs covering my skin. Terrible memories from the time I spent in that dark room flooded my mind and I shook my head vigorously to toss them away. For now.

I dress in somewhat clean clothes that I'd brought with me. It's not much of an outfit, just sweatpants and a three-quarter sleeve shirt. I wasn't allowed to leave without my dad or uncle, so there was no point in dressing myself properly. I exited the motel bathroom and sat on the bed I'd been provided. I grabbed my phone off of the charger.

For a few hours I played games on my phone and looked through the social media Dean had me leave behind so Dick couldn't find me again. I didn't post or like things, I just scrolled until the calm breathing from Sam and loud snores from my father were interrupted by a sharp gasp. I look at the bed beside mine at Sam who is sitting straight as a board, looking like he'd just died and come back to life, which I wouldn't doubt has happened to him more than I've been let in on.

"You alright?" I ask him, furrowing my eyebrows in worry. I knew he'd been seeing Lucifer lately, but he seemed to be fine in more recent days. Maybe I'm wrong.

Sam looks over at me in fright, followed by confusion and a nod. "Yeah-" He takes a slow, deep breath, like he's trying to slow his breathing back to normal. "Yeah, I'm fine." I nod, though I don't entirely believe him. You don't wake up like that and feel "fine". At least I don't. Also, if he wanted to talk about it he would. Until then, it's none of my business. I set my phone to the side and feel Sam look at me. "What're you doing awake?"

"Same as you, I think. I had another nightmare and couldn't get back to sleep. Not that I really tried to." He just nods in understanding.

"Alright, well, I'm gonna get ready. Try and wake Dean up; we should leave soon." I nod as Sam gets out of his bed and goes into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I get up as well, going over to Dean, standing over him awkwardly, not sure of how to wake him up. I know he's a heavy sleeper, but I also know he sleeps with a gun within reach. I don't feel like dying so early in the morning.

I like his arm lightly. "Dad," I whisper quietly. I can barely hear my voice over the sound of Sam running his shower. Maybe a little louder. I do this a few times, getting slightly louder until Dean finally groans a noise that resembles the question, "what?"

"Sam told me to wake you up. He's taking a shower and said we have to leave soon." Another groan from Dean that I can't exactly put into words and he pushes himself vertical on the couch.

"God, this couch is killing my back."

"I told you I'm fine with taking the couch, Dad." I say for probably the twentieth time since we got to the motel.

"No," he waved a hand in dismissal of my offer. "No, you stay in the bed,"

"But-"

"No buts, you keep the bed, I'll keep the couch. End of conversation." Before I can get another word out, he starts asking me where I want to go for breakfast before we leave the town we've been in the past few days.

"I don't know, that place you guys went yesterday for lunch had some good shit. Let's go there," I said.

"I won't complain. They had some damn good burgers." I laugh at his statement. Not because it was funny, but because it was true. Dean and I get ready to take everything out to the Impala. Finally, Sam exits the bathroom and we all load our stuff into Baby's trunk and head off to the diner for breakfast. We take what we order in a to-go box and eat on the road.

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Please don't hate me. It's been an entire month since I've updated, I know. I feel terrible. I'm thinking of putting the book on pause while I write some chapters just so I have something to post every once and a while. Not this long though. Like once a week. Maybe even a specific day of the week.

Anyways. I hope you enjoyed this short filler chapter. If it seems a little depressing in some parts, I'm sorry. I was kind of low when I wrote the beginning of this. Beside that, I hope you all had a great holiday, and you probably won't really hear from me until next year (hehe because it's 12/28)

Sum up of the author's note. Please don't hate me because I love you. The book is gonna go on hold for a while or have a lot of time between updates, just so you guys don't forget about me while I finish up the book. And I'll see ya next year! LOVE YOU!