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

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We spent some time going over everything with Kevin, explaining only enough that would help him to understand all he needed to know to get him out of the position he was in now, sitting on the bed and rocking back and forth slightly. "So, these leviathans, these monsters, are real? And angels with wings?"

"No." Sam answers quickly, before clarifying, "Uhh, no wings. No anything."

"No junk. Junk-less." Dean adds walking over and leaning back up against the windowsill. "So, Kevin, you can, uh, read the chicken scratch on the God rock, huh?"

I had two thoughts about what my dad had just said. The first, I hadn't thought about phrasing it that way; "chicken scratch on the God rock" sounded slightly more humorous than my own phrasing, "Chicken Scratch Rock." The second thought was that it was kind of rude what he'd just done. I mean, Kevin's trying to understand the world he knew was just the first of many layers to our world's lasagna reality.

To show my distaste in how Dean had just acted I whack him in the arm. Not a great defense for my advanced placement buddy, but it's all I could do without disrupting the conversation. Back in the reality lasagna of our world, Kevin is stammering, "I-I don't--"

"That is back in one piece, I see." Dean continues and points briefly at the rock, disregarding whatever Kevin was trying to get out as a response. "And you're saying that there's some sort of a 'How To Punch Dick' recipe in there somewhere?" Dean's tone sounds like he doesn't believe what Kevin has been saying.

I think, heck with it, whack Dean's arm again, and say, "Go a little easier on him, damn." I look back at Kevin to see him give a minuscule nod of his thanks and I nod back.

"I don't know what you're saying," Kevin starts to answer Dean's question, confused by his phrasing of everything. "But it seems kind of like an 'in case of emergency' note." His breathing was still pretty rapid, but definitely not as bad as before. I, for one, could still tell about his panic. After a few panting breaths, he finally pushes, "What did they mean by 'prophet'?"

"Oh, no. Really?" Dean says, looking between Sam and I to his left. I nod and look at Sam to see him staring intently at me with the topic being brought up. I didn't want to think about what Hester said about how they "might as well take her, too" because that was honestly just as frightening as Dick or Crowley taking me off somewhere.

It was only a brief moment that I noticed him looking at me before he nodded as well and went on to explain further, "Yeah. Yeah, that's what the angel said."

"I don't want to be a prophet." Kevin says, like it's simply something that can be taken off his destiny. That doesn't seem to be the way things world in this lasagna pool.

"No, you don't at all." Dean says simply and vaguely. Kevin stares at him for a moment with confused eyes.

"Gentleman, we've got to start running and hiding or do you want to tangle with those wing nuts twice?" Meg says. She gives me a look and quickly adds. "You can come, too, I guess."

"I'm sorry, what did you just say? The only 'we' that's running and hiding is everyone except you." Dean snaps back.

"I'm on the angels' radar now." Meg argues. "You think I don't need a little safety in numbers?"

"All right," Dean says, giving in much earlier than with the last argument they had, which ended in Cas poofing away and breaking the Chicken Scratch Rock. He continues explaining, "We'll go to Rufus' cabin. The kid can do his book report there." Wasting no time to get moving, Dean pushes off the window sill and starts speed walking to the door and down the hall. We all follow, everyone practically leaving Kevin to follow like a lost puppy.