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

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It was almost 5:30 when we all decided to go get something to eat. We couldn't find a place that we all could agree on so we went to some for some fast food. Not the ideal dinner, but food is food is food. The one thing we did agree on was being out of the motel room for a while would be nice so we ate inside the Burgerville.

"So what's you guys learn about this thing today?" I asked in a moment of silence.

Sam finished chewing his bite chicken salad before answering, seeing as Dean was too engrossed in his burger to speak. "The two cops that were killed last night, they were in the same alleyway as the first round of victims. Still no sulfur, missing hearts, anything like that."

"Nothing new then." I sum up with a disappointed nod. I was hoping there's be something I could try and connect to the history of murders in the area.

"Well, that's not entirely true. There was something on the back of their necks. It was on those teenagers as well, but we didn't notice it because it wasn't something we could see at that point." Sam explained.

"What do you mean? What kind of mark?" I ask, cleaning my fingers off on my napkin from my chicken tenders.

"It's not something familiar to us." Dean speaks up. "Tomorrow we're gonna call an old friend of Bobby's, see if he can help us figure out what it is." I frowned slightly at the mention of Bobby. I get that I didn't know him all that well, but he was a good man and should have had to die the way he did. He should have gotten to die peacefully in his sleep years from now.

But that was in the past now. Right now, people were dying and we had to fix it.

"I might be able to help." I told Dean, more specifically than Sam, at least.

He stopped mid-bite and looked at me. "What do you mean?"

I ran a nervous hand through my greasy feeling hair, despite the fact that I'd washed it this morning. "I didn't exactly go to the library to hang out there." Dean didn't look pissed off like I thought he would. Instead he looked like he was disappointed in something I said. I didn't know what until he said something after a few long moments of silence.

"Ava, I know we've talked about this more than once, but why'd you lie to me about it?"

I glanced between him and Sam with a guilty feeling in my gut. "I'm sorry, Dad. I just didn't want you to get upset with me for trying to help. The other day–"

"The other day I got upset, yes. But that was when I thought this thing was going after teenagers. I didn't want you to get hurt by this thing trying to help." He sighed and shook his head at something. "I'm not saying you can help now just because it's not going after people your age. I'm trying to say that I couldn't deal with myself if I let you get hurt doing this."

"I know." I tell him, taking a bite out of my chicken tender. "I'm sorry I've been so reckless with this stuff." He looked at me weirdly.

"Why are you sorry?"

"You keep telling me not to do stuff and–" I take a deep breath. "I just want to help people like you both are doing. I want to be like you guys, badass and making a difference." I felt childish for basically saying I wanted to be just like my dad, but it was true. I want to help people like he and Sam do. There's not much I have the skill set for to be doing this stuff in the real world.

Not that I have a skill set to be doing this yet. But I can get there if I try hard enough.

Dean let's out a soft laugh. "You're sorry for wanting to be like me?" I nod with a small, embarrassed smile. "Kiddo, first of all, you're your own person. You need to be trying to become who you want to be, not trying to be me." I look down at my tray of chicken tenders, turning one of them around. I felt stupid for not realizing that. "Second, there's no need to be sorry. That's honestly one of the best things I think I've heard in the past few years." I look back up at him and smile.