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

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We'd made it to South Chicago before we decided it was far enough away from Dick and company to take a better look into the junk of red clay Dean and Sam stole. We set up shop in an abandoned house off the freeway and down a couple back roads, about as out of sight as a person can get. I watched Sam do some research on his laptop, helped Dean set up stuff in the room, then set up our sleeping arrangements, listening in on my dad and uncle's conversation about the rock.

"That's a lot of fuss over a caveman Lego." I hear Dean say across the room, making me snicker.

"Yeah," Sam agrees.

"Well, whatever Dick wants is bricked up inside that." Dean says, opening a metal box we brought that has a heavy duty hammer inside. Finished with the things I made myself do to keep busy, I join them at the old, creaky table. Dean handed Sam and myself some protective glasses and we all slipped them on over our faces. Standing there awkwardly, watching Dean prepare to hit a spot, he mumbles an, "All right," before smashing the hammer against the rock once.

It sort of wobbles on a rocky point on it's other side as thunder rumbles all around. The sudden clap makes me jump in surprise and look to Dean and Sam, who are looking around like something is threatening us. Dean hits it again, making it wobble as more thunder crashes and a bright flash of lightning fills the room for the briefest second.

"That sound like somebody saying, 'no, wait, stop' to you?" Dean questions with an odd calmness to his voice.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah." Sam agrees.

"Maybe we should stop?" I add in a questioning tone.

"Nah, if Dick wants it so much, we do, too." Dean pauses for a second before throwing his shoulders up in a lazy shrug. "Oh, well." He gets ready to hit it again and I decide maybe it could be best to step back, you know, just in case it explodes, or we explode. I feel something very explode-y is coming. Dean hits it once, then twice, then a third time,each hit echoing with thunder and lightning around us. With two or three more hits in roughly the same spot, it breaks open. I close my eyes and shrink away slightly, expecting the aforementioned explosion. When it doesn't come, I open my eyes and step closer to see what we'd broken the rock to get to, what Dick wanted. The lightning and thunder around us was going insane as we each leaning forward trying to make sense of the new, smaller rock covered in chicken scratch gibberish.

"This is what Dick wanted so badly?" I inquire, like they'd know the answer.

"I guess." Dean said with a shrug, turning it front to back, back to front, like it would suddenly make sense.

"Let's figure it out in the morning." Sam suggested.

"Sleep sounds like a good idea. I like that plan." I agree with a nod, leading them to the proudly made sleeping arrangement. "Like my decorating skills?" I look between Dean and Sam who stand on either side of me, staring down at my very unimpressive bed-making skills.

"Uh, yeah, sure." Sam answers after a long silence. "Looks nice. Good job." I laugh at him trying to talk up my attempt at making the crappy mattress with sleeping bags over the top look comfortable. Upon lying down on them, we discovered they were in fact not comfy. Mine was stiff in some places and unnaturally slack in others. It wasn't the most comfortable I've ever been, but also not the least. Lest I remind you of my stay with Dick.

That night was filled with familiar nightmares that constantly woke me up. When I noticed Sam was awake as well, I decided it was alright to stay up with him. We sat for a while in a comfortable silence that was filled only with Dean's snoring.

He asked me a few times if I was okay, telling me he could easily tell I was having nightmares throughout the whole night. I assured him I was fine, that there were worse nightmares. He nodded in understanding, being the person with worse nightmares I'd alluded to.