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

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I only realize that I'd actually fallen asleep when I hear Kevin panting in panic. Afraid the angels had returned, I jolted awake and stood to my feet shakily, trying to keep my balance with the sudden movement. Noticing nothing but Dean standing beside Kevin, who was heavily panting into a brown paper bag, I calmed down a tad, but was still very aware of everything around us. I silently watched the interaction they shared.

"I don't know, man. What can I say?" Dean leans against the table with a sigh. "You've been chosen." He and Kevin look at each other. Kevin's pants have slowed and I can barely see his flicker towards me for a moment. I feel my face flush and I look down at my feet, only looking up when I hear Dean continue to speak. "And it sucks, believe me." Kevin takes the brown paper bag away from his face. "There's no use asking 'why me?' because the angels, they don't care." Standing straight once again, he continues, "I think maybe they just don't have the equipment to care. Seems like when they try, it just...breaks them apart." He finishes, he leans back against the chair he'd previously been sleeping in.

"I just want to be the first Asian-American president of the United States." Kevin says.

"Then do your homework." Dean sits back in his seat, and Kevin scoots his stool close to the table again. Still standing awkwardly by the stairs, I walk over to Kevin and look at what he's got written down since I last looked at the notebook.

"Please don't start asking me questions again." He says in a monotone.

"I won't," I respond. "I just wanted to see how much you had." Kevin nods and keeps reading the tablet and writing out what he sees. "So, president of the United States, huh?" He glances at me before nodding. "Personally, I'd hate all the stress of it. But my goals in life aren't that big." I laugh awkwardly, realizing I'm starting to ramble.

"Why? I'm sure you could do a lot of good things." Kevin says. I blush and look down at my feet like before. What is happening?! I'm usually so confident with boys. His awkwardness is rubbing off on me, that's all. "You seem really smart, too." I feel the blush start to heat my face and nod.

"I'm kind of smart. Not smart enough for Princeton, but definitely a state college." In that moment, I realize I'm not a Minnesota resident anymore. I can't apply for in-state tuition, even if I wanted to go to college. Good thing I was so sure about being a hunter. College wasn't on my mind ever since I started travelling around with Dean and Sam fighting the supernatural.

"No," he claims, and I look back up at him curiously. "You could totally be a teacher, or something with kids. I definitely see you being a teacher."

Before I can respond, I hear Dean speak up behind me. "Alright you two, quit that. I feel like I'm gonna throw up." I scoff and roll my eyes, feeling the blush disappear from my cheeks.

A little while later, Sam stomped downstairs glancing around the room. "Can we help you?" I said sarcastically.

He looked between Dean, Kevin, and myself a few times before settling his gaze on Dean. "Did Meg come down here?" he asked.

Oh, no.

"No..." Dean trailed off with a questioning tone.

Don't you dare say it.

"Dean, I think we've lost the demon."

Damn, you said it.

"Shit!" Dean cursed, standing. He pointed at Kevin saying, "You--stay here, keep working." Then he pointed at me, "You--watch and make sure he doesn't freak out again. And no matter what, do not come upstairs. I mean it this time. Don't you dare do it." I nod quickly, even though I was unsure of what they'd be doing, and Dean followed Sam up the stairs.