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

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"Who are you?" I ask. The demon cackles for a moment before turning stone-faced once again. I'm not completely sure about demons and their genders, or lack thereof, but this meat suit was a man's and that made me feel very uncomfortable. He had a trucker hat and a scratchy looking beard that made him look even more perv-y than he did, standing in the women's bathroom with a teenager. And that's pretty perv-ish if you ask me.

"Does it matter?" He takes a few steps closer and I back up twice as far as he comes close. I have a plan brewing in my mind of how to get away, but I don't know how confident I am that it will work. "The only thing--" He takes another step, I back away two steps. "--You need to worry about--" Another step, another three steps. "--Is what I'm going to do." He starts rushing towards me and my eyes grow wide, not expecting that to happen. I try to step off to the side, assuming he'd run past and smack into the wall. Instead, he grabs my shirt with both hands and pushes me back into the wall I'd hoped he would crash against. "Are you scared, little Winchester?"

"I have a name you know." I can't help the sarcastic remark that I make. It's really my only defense now. There's no way I could overpower this guy, demon or not.

"Oh, I know your name." Thoughts of terror rush through me at his words. I don't know why, he's a demon and I'm a Winchester, it's almost nature that he knows my name. But something about the way he said it sent chills through me. He laughs, like he knows the effect his words just had. "Is the little Winchester afraid of a big, bad demon?" He mocks in a baby voice. I can't speak up, not even with a sarcastic comment on how he isn't that scary, or I've met worse. It feels like my tongue is jammed in my throat and I can't say anything because of it. The lack of response only makes him laugh once more.

His hands drop from my shirt and he looks at me expectantly. I glance behind him to the door. A rush of information floods me; I'll have to open the door towards me, the car is at the last gas pump on the side closest to the street, last time I saw Dean he was with the car, talking to the attendant. Seeming that the information was fit to get me where I needed to go, I tried to make a run for it. When I past him, he didn't move to grab me or anything, which confused me for a split second. I kept running either way. When I got back outside, I saw Meg leaning against a cooler of ice.

"Time to go." I said shortly, speed walking past her.

"What?" She looked up from a magazine she was reading and squinted her eyes curiously at me.

"There's-- Someone's in the bathroom and--"

"People go to the bathroom all the time, kid. You think you'd have learned that by know." Meg returned to staring at her magazine, flipping a page. I rolled my eyes and continued speed walking to the car. Sam had joined Dean beside it and they were talking about something.

"--like Kevin's gone missing, and it's gone federal." Sam finished explaining. I only catch the tail end, but, boy, was this an interesting development. I glance behind me to see no one following and decide just to hop in the car and be already prepared for when everyone else is ready to go. "Where's Meg?" Sam asks. Before I can answer about her lack of doing anything productive, she's speed walking around the car.

"I'm here." I hear her say, walking towards Dean and Sam, her magazine still in hand.

Continuing the conversation, now that Meg has been located, Dean says, "Great, so now we're kidnappers?"

"Not if we shut up about it." Meg responds and, despite her inability to take notice of the situation I'd found myself in when I was in the bathroom, I scoffed in amusement. "Why?" she continues, "Who'd we kidnap?"

Seeing her point, Dean and Sam made their way to their respective sides of the vehicle and got in. As we drove away from the gas station/convenience store, I glance behind us. The demon from the bathroom was standing by a truck and he had a friend there. Even from a distance I could still see their dark eyes.