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

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Heeyyyyyyy guyyyssss.. I know it's been a fat minute since I updated, and I know this chapter isn't very long compared to most others in this book. I've been on a super inspired writing streak lately and I thought, hey, lets make some readers happy today. So without further adu, the long awaited chapter 37!!! (Also quick thanks to literally anyone who's still reading this after that fAt wait. I love you.)

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Sam was talking on the phone with someone about Dick and where he's been digging. Hanging up, his tone didn't seem to hold any sign of new information. "So, Nora didn't see any pattern to the dig sites either."

"Yeah, because they got nothing in common." They sit on the couch and I listen in from my spot at the table where I eat my sandwich. "And I got nothing from the local lore fifty miles in every direction of all of them. I mean it's like they're just old dirt. What's Dick looking for?"

Dean starts screwing the cap off of Bobby's old flask and takes a swig of whatever he has swirling inside. The lights begin to flicker, the electricity making a crackling sound, and with what training I have as a hunter I immediately notice it as a ghost. All of that training Sam and Bobby had given me is coming in handy more and more every time I experience these things. Dean and my giant aforementioned uncle stand, reaching for their guns as they do. Dean beckons with his finger for me to come over to them, closer to safety. Having had my runs with stupid decisions I choose to listen this time, standing quickly and shuffling over to my father and uncle. When they aim their guns, the firearms are directed at a familiar face. A dead one, but familiar.

"Hey, hey, go easy, you idjits." Bobby says. My eyes go wide staring at the ghost before me. Dean and Sam tuck their guns back where they belong and I move back to where my sandwich sits while Bobby apologizes for the jump scare.

"So how does this work, huh? I leave the cap off and you just genie your way out?" Dean guesses.

"I wish it were that easy." Bobby responds. "The thing is--" Bobby's ghostly frame is cut into nothingness as he disappears, no longer able to hold the connection to the real world any longer.

"Well shit," I say shortly, taking a bite from the last of my sandwich. Dean glares at me pointedly before we look around for Bobby, Sam calling out his name. I jump and let out a small scream when Bobby reappears back next to me.

"Damn it." Bobby curses with a heavy sigh. "It's hard to stay focused, I'm still kind of worn out."

"You've been pretty busy for a dead guy." I comment.

"Yeah, well--" Bobby shakes his head, flustered. "All right, listen. I don't know how long until my next ghost nap, so let's just skip to the skinny." Bobby looks towards Sam continuing to speak as we all listen intently. "Those numbers I gave you,"

45489, I remember to myself clearly.

"The empty lot in Cheeseville?" Dean responds sarcastically.

"Yeah, well, it ain't gonna be empty for long. I got a gander at Dick's big plan right before he lincolned me."

"Is that what we stayed in Dick's office for? What you stopped to look at?"

"Exactly what I was looking at. They're breaking ground-- What month is this?"

"May," I answer quickly, not wanting to hear Bobby's next words.

He sighs, "Ground's already broke. They're building as we're yammering, check it out yourself." Sam pulls out his laptop and starts pulling up something across the table from me. "It's all right," Bobby continues. "I mean, you guys missed it because you've been kind of busy killing ghosts the past few days. But Dick is about to get into the soylent green business. That site will show you they're building a biotech lab, right? Biotech my ass. That sucker is a state-of-the-art slaughterhouse, and we're the beef."