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

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I was getting super bored. It may seem weird to start with that, but let me explain. Right now we were all hiding out in the hacker's apartment. We'd been here for what was definitely at this point a few forevers and then some. Things finally started getting interesting when the front door to the apartment opened up. It slammed loudly, followed by the sound of a cabinet squeaking open. A few more noises I couldn't define and then a phone ringing. I stiffened and pulled out my own phone, thankful it wasn't mine. Thankful I didn't just give away our position.

The next thing I know a female voice squeaks out, "Hey, Pete, sorry I left without telling you." There was a short pause, in which I assumed "Pete" was responding, before the female voice continued with an answer. "No, I just wasn't feeling well. It's a...lady thing." Preaching to the choir here, honey. Then I realized, maybe that wasn't the truth. I mean, if she'd successfully hacked into Frank's hard drive, then there's a chance she knew about Dick and his little minions. Man, would that make our job easier. Her hurried voice that continues rambling on breaks through my thoughts, "I will be in first thing. Got to go. Cramps."

It's not even a few seconds later that we can all hear her rushed footsteps to the door, followed by the door opening. Dean rushes by and I see him slam the door back closed. "It's all right. I'm not gonna hurt you." Dean says to the redhead.

"Get away from me, you..." She pauses and glances beside her at a sword. Toy or not, I'm not entirely sure. "Shapeshifter!"

Sam walks out and up from behind her. "Look, we're not shapeshifters." She doesn't waste a second before swinging her sword into Sam. The sword breaks in half, it's end hanging by a few bits of plastic. "Geez!" Sam exclaims.

I basically jump out from my own hiding spot exclaiming, "We're not shapeshifters, lady!" Seeing me, her frightened face seems to momentarily twist into one of confusion before looking between my taller, much more intimidating looking dad and uncle.

Dean rips the toy sword away from her and by her face I can tell she's definitely freaking out. "We're not leviathans, okay?" He throws the sword on the floor. "You want us to prove it?" Dean takes a bottle of Borax from his jacket. Where was he keeping that? "You know what Borax does to them?"

She gives a small nod and barely utters an answer, "Yeah."

"Sam, Ava," Dean says, all of us stick out a hand that Dean pours some Borax on. Dean raises his hand up to prove nothings gone awry with his skin. "Your turn." He says, handing the redhead the bottle of Borax. She does as we'd just done and her skin doesn't react either. "Good," Dean says, taking back the Borax bottle and putting the cap back on. All the while the redheaded hacker is glancing between the three of us holding her hand out in front of her, since it's covered in Borax now.

"Who the hell are you three?" The redhead asks.

"We're the ghostbusters." I say jokingly. Dean whacks my arm lightly before going into deep explanation about who we are.

After the long and short versions of who we are and what we do, Charlie, as I've now learned her name to be, is pacing around asking, "So, you're saying you guys are monster hunters? So..." She pauses for a moment and turns to face us sitting on her couch. "There are other monsters?" Dean starts to open his mouth with an answer, but Charlie holds her hands up to stop him, continuing to ramble. "Stop. Never mind. Just, shh." She paces back and forth once more before verbally working through everything we'd just explained. "Okay, I get how you tracked the drive, straight GPS, but it's still at the office. How did you find me?" To emphasize what she was asking, she pointed to herself.

As an answer, Sam opens his laptop and turns it to show Charlie a video of herself at her computer at her office.

Walking up to the laptop she exclaims, "Aw! Son of a gun jacked my webcam?!"