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

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"Why are we going to the place they died? We could get ourselves killed there!" I I keep my voice down around the people that pass us. There's not many on these Portland, but they are there.

"Are you doubting my abilities, young grasshopper?" Harper smirked over at me like it was supposed to be funny. I give her a questioning look and her joking demeanor falls. "Okay, look, there's this really old couple there that I saw when I was looking over the scene the first time. I was thinking they might just be old enough to remember any deaths near that spot that resembled what happened here."

"And if they were able to recall a similar death, what exactly would we do with that information?"

"We share it with your old man and your giant of an uncle." Harper smiles over at me like it's nothing.

I sigh, repeating my fears to her. "If we let my dad and uncle know, I'll be grounded more than I am already, if that's even possible."

"Then we should hurry, come on." We walk across the street. The fact that we almost get run over by someone running a red light gives me a bad feeling about this whole plan, as if it wasn't there before hand.

"So where does this old couple live? Do you even know that?"

"Would we be here if I didn't?" Harper asks in a matter of fact tone. I shake my head and we walk up to the building the old couple supposedly lives in. As we pass the alley way the teenagers and police officers died in, I can still see the blood on the paved ground. Talk about creepy.

Harper and I both walk into the doors of the building that seems to hold apartments inside. "Hi," Harper smiles at a lady sitting behind a desk. "Can you point me in the direction of a sweet, old couple that lives here?"

"There's a few, do you know their names?" The woman behind the desk asks.

"Erm-" Harper looks up, biting her lip, probably trying to recall the name of the old couple. "I think the woman's name was Dianne."

"That'd probably be Dianne and Frank Hopper you're talking about." She types something into the computer she has set up. Smiling up at us, the woman point to her right. "That's the elevator over there. Fifth floor, apartment 431."

"Thank you." I say before Harper and I walk towards the elevator. Harper presses the only button beside the doors that probably summons the elevator to us. The sound behind the sliding doors tells me it's coming and anxiety begins to fill my chest. There are so many ways this could go wrong, I just hope I'm not right about any of them.

The two of us step into the elevator and I press the "5" button to take us to the fifth floor. The doors close in front of us and I decide to announce my fears to Harper once more.

"I really have a bad feeling about this."

She waves her hand, dismissing my statement. "Calm down, we'll get back to the library before your dad even knows we ever left."

"That's not what I'm talking about." I correct her. "I'm talking about how if whatever is killing people is in this building we could be dead before the sun goes down. Being grounded further is at the bottom of my list of worries at this point."

"You're too much of a worry wort." Harper comments. "We'll be in and out in a few minutes, I promise."

"You'd better be right." I said as the elevator dinged and the doors opened to reveal the fifth floor of the apartment building. Harper and I both step out and check the sign pointing out what apartments are in which direction.

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"Apartment four-three-one that way." I say pointing to our right. We walk along the hall, searching for the apartment number.