The Little Queen

5

A/N:

Because Chapter 4 took me so long and it might be a little bit before I can update again, here is another chapter for you all. Enjoy!

No one said anything for a moment, everyone processing what Victoria had just said in shock. 

It's not every day that a six-year-old girl says such a sentence in general, let alone to her mother. 

Eventually, Sterling snapped out of her shock and pushed the feeling of dread down long enough to question her daughter, "Winner, why do you think I'll die if I go to Lincoln?" She asked worriedly, cupping her daughters face worriedly as she wiped away the tears that had fallen onto the girl's face. 

Sniffling, Victoria thought about her answer before shrugging. "I-I, I don't know. But I got the same feeling about Captain and you told me we would see him again but we didn't, and then when he died, and then when Caleb died. Mommy, please! I'm scared." 

Sterling hugged her daughter, hiding the fear she felt that maybe the girl's words held some truth from the child as she spoke. "Baby, I'm not going anywhere. It's me and you Winner. Always and forever." 

Unsure of herself, Victoria nodded, hoping that she was overreacting. "Always and forever." She agreed. 

"Now go pack, we're leaving soon," Sterling told her daughter, the girl racing into the other room to go and gather the few things she had with her. 

Straightening up, Sterling shared a look with the three men in the room with her. "Do you think she's right? That you would be safer with us?" Dean whispered, trying to make sure Victoria didn't overhear the conversation. 

Shaking her head, Sterling looked at Dean, "It doesn't matter what I believe, all that matters is that she wouldn't be safer here and we all know it. This isn't about me, it's about her." 

A tense silence fell upon the group after that. After the strange day they all had and the multiple instances where Victoria's feelings ended up being right, everyone was wary about Sterling going to Lincoln, no one wanting to see the woman dead. Even so, they all knew that the alternatives of just sending Victoria to Lincoln with John, with no one to protect her, or worse, keeping her in Salvation where the demon was were worse.

So, they were left with a choice between something bad and something unthinkable. 

They chose to let the bad thing happen, hoping that maybe this one time, Victoria would be wrong.

Dean felt sick, he knew he was lying to himself. If there was one thing Dean Winchester didn't believe in, it was a coincidence. Too many times Victoria had been right for him to feel comfortable enough to bet a life on a coincidence being at play and nothing more. 

If there was one thing Dean knew, it was that this could be one of the last times he sees Sterling, and he refused to leave things as he had all those years prior. "Sterling, can we talk outside for a moment?" Dean asked, taking her hand softly. 

The woman nodded and followed Dean outside, closing the motel room door behind her. "What's up, Dean?" 

Running a hand through his hair, Dean turned to Sterling and sighed. "I, damn it, Sterling. I'm scared, a part of me doesn't want you to go," 

"Dean-" Sterling started, getting ready to argue with him but she stopped when he held up a hand, asking her silently to let him finish. 

Continuing, Dean, looked at Sterling worriedly, "I don't want to let you go to Lincoln, but I know I have to. Still, this whole thing's got me scratching my head. We're facing demons, powerful ones, and it's asking too much to hope that we all make it out of this one alive. Then with what Victoria said, I'm scared. I don't want to let you go to Lincoln, not before telling you what I should have told you seven years ago."