Dean's Baby Girl (Dean Winchester's daughter fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Elizabeth's at the top by the way being played by Cara Delevingne if you wanted to know.

(Elizabeth's POV)

"I was caught In the middle of a railroad track (thunder)", thunderstruck by AC/DC blared in my ears as I skateboarded to school. I'm always early to school, because I am most likely the teacher's pet. I arrive at school and put my skateboard in my locker and walk to my first period, history.

"Good morning Mrs. Blake", I smiled cheerfully as I skipped over to my seat in the front of her desk and took out my binder and pencil pouch.

"Good morning Elizabeth, how was your weekend?", the teacher asked and I softly laughed.

"Same old, same old", I said rubbing the back of my neck.

"That's good to hear", she said brightly.

"Yeah, what about you?", I asked.

"The usual, work, sleep, then back to work", she said and we both chuckled. You see, I have a friendly relationship with my teachers, they treat me as friends and I treat them the same way.

Kids started piling in and we started our lesson, and as always I would raise my hand when she asked the class a question and I would answer correctly. Class was over and I was now on my way to my second period, algebra 2. Before I could get to class I was suddenly pulled into an empty hallway and pushed up against the lockers.

I was faced with the schools jock Landon Cummings. He was the quarterback in the schools football team silverbacks. His last name was a real joke, he can make fun of me any way he wants, but there's payback.

"What's up dweeb?", he asked clutching onto my black oversized long sleeve shirt that had an eagle on the front.

"I'm actually a fun and rather boisterous person, a dweeb is a boring, studious, or socially inept person and I'm the opposite of that except for studious, I study a lot", I said and Landon just rolled his eyes.

"I don't care about the definition, we all know that you have no friends and never will. You should know that nobody likes you, you're just a nerdy kid who enjoys slavery by teachers", he said and I forced myself not to cry.

"You shouldn't really be making fun of me right now, the person you should be making fun of is yourself. Cummings? Really? You know everybody jokes about that, right? Do you have an orgasm every night from masturbation?", I asked jokingly. Like I said payback.

Right after I said that Landon's fist connected with my face and I was out before I could feel any pain. I guess it was my daily dream, I wonder what it'll be about this time: never ending fields, invisible walls, drowning in abnormally deep puddles? But this time it was different.

Everything was dark, either the sun was down or my eyes were closed. I couldn't really tell, but I felt weak and in horrible pain. I was lying on my stomach with the side of my cheek pushed against cold cement, my hands rested helplessly beside my head. I realized my back was throbbing and not like after closing the door on your toe, but like being cut multiple times in the back. I tried to open up my eyes, but nothing happened so I tried pushing myself up. I was able to push myself an inch off of the ground with wobbling arms until my chest hit the hard floor. I let out a cry of pain as the room temp changed and it was suddenly cold. I tried calling out for help, but the only thing that came out was whimpers and cries.

I felt something warm (unlike the coldness that surrounded me) rest on my apparently bare back causing it to sting. A whimper escaped my lips as a tear fell down my cheek. The warm object which I now realized was a hand gently slid down my back causing me to flinch. The hand made its way back up and over my arm. I began to cry rapidly as the hand gripped the nape of my neck tightly, I felt the stranger lean down to where he was breathing into my ear.

"Shh, there's no need for crying, this will all be over soon, just tell me where it is", he whispered into my ear and I was utterly confused.

I wake up and all the pain in my back was gone, but it was my face that hurt. I touched my cheek tenderly and winced, I looked around and realized I was in the nurses office. I stumble off of the small bed and towards the bathroom. I turn the sink on and splash my face with cold water, I look up into the mirror to see that my mascara and eyeliner smeared. I study the large purple bruise starting to form on my face and sighed. I think back to the dream I had, it was unlike any dream I've had, it was so realistic, the pain, the unhappiness, the man. It couldn't have been a dream, it was too damn realistic, but I never left the school and my back doesn't hurt anymore.

A knock at the bathroom door snapped me back into reality. I try to wipe off my smudged make up, but it only made it worse,"Miss Dane? Are you alright in there?", the sweet voice of the nurse asked.

"Y-yes, I'm fine, I just needed to use the restroom", I stuttered as I opened the door to meet face to face with the nurse.

"Ok, well your mother is here to bring you home", she said smiling kindly which I returned.

"Oh um... thank you", I said and followed her out of her office. My mom was sitting patiently, I tried to hide my bruise with my hair, but she noticed and came up to me and lifted up my face to meet with hers. My mom was beautiful, her long brown hair fell down to her hips as my hair was blonde and only reached my shoulder blades, we both had the same dull blue eyes, but she was more pale than I was considering she doesn't tan, but at least I tan a little each year. My mom was a lot shorter than I was, standing at 5'1 she reached my chin as I was 7 inches taller. She says I get it from my dad even though he is an average height male, we never talk about my dad, because for one, he's a serial killer and for two, he was a one night thing.

"Elizabeth! Who did this to you?!", she asked inspecting my face.

"Nobody mom! I was just walking to class and then I tripped and fell!", I lied.

"I hope your telling me the truth or else your ass is grounded", she said overreacting.

"I'm not lying mom", I once again lied.

"I hope you're not, now let's go", she said pushing me out of the school and to her car.