A month later
"I leave you to your own devices for ten minutes and you've hit the target perfectly over 50 times. You're a natural." Sam pats my back as I turn the gun to safety, handing it to him.
"What's next?" I smile. He shakes his head and laughs at my enthusiasm.
"Lunch, is what's next." He scruff my hair up, leading the way upstairs and into the hallway.
Suddenly, a figure pops out of the door and grabs me. My instincts kick in and I let out a startled yelp before kicking the guy in the nuts and quickly turning around and punching him square in the face.
Dean stumbles back, groaning.
"You need to learn some new tactics other than ball-busting." He groans.
"It worked, didn't it?" I smile, out of breath.
"I guess." He breathes.
"I would've done the whole hitting you in the head with mine and knocking you out, but I'm a little short, if you haven't noticed. I would've just been shoving my head into your chest." I shrug, turning back around and strolling into the dining room.
"That's one of your weaknesses, wouldn't you say?" He says, following me.
"I can still kick your ass."
"Oh really?" He smirks. Suddenly, he starts charging towards me. I swiftly step to the side and he stumbles pass me. I take this as an opportunity to jump on his back and hold him in a choke hold.
"You really need to step up your game. You've gotten a little rust-" I squeal as he leans forward, launching my body to the ground.
"What were you saying?" He says cockily as I lie on the ground, groaning.
"Dean, what the hell?" Sam yells, turning from the stove where he was cooking lunch.
"She started it." He defends.
"I'm good." I breath out, hopping up.
"Both if you sit down. Dean stop acting like a child." Sam orders. We comply, sitting at the table and eating the grilled cheese he puts in front of us.
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"You ready for your first hunt?" Sam asks, walking into the room. I look up, eyes wide.
"Wait what?"
"Grab your bag. Should be an easy case." He explains.
"Oh, okay..." I say, still not quite believing that this was happening. I stand up and grab my pre-packed bag and slip on my vans, walking out to the study.
"Where we headed?" I ask.
"Washington." Dean tells me. I nod, following them up the stairs.
Stopping for gas and snacks on the way, I look up to see the convenience store I had stolen the razors from.
"Well, shit." I mumble, getting out of the car and pulling my hood up.
"Why do you look like you're about to rob the place?" Sam laughs, opening the door.
I ignore the question and look around for a few snacks. I grab three different kinds of chips, sour gummy worms, and two sodas. Sam looks at me like I'm insane.
"What, it's a 24 hour drive and a bitch gets hungry." I respond, placing the snacks on the counter. I look out at Dean as he gets in the drivers side of the car, Sam checking out. The clerk looks at me and then at the wall behind him. I see a grainy picture of my face on the wall.
"Hey, you're that girl!" He shouts. "I'm calling the cops." Sam leans down to mumble in my ear.
"Why is your picture on the wall?"
I don't answer him. Instead, I grab the bags and Sam's hand, pulling him out of the shop and towards the car. Dean looks over at us once he notices us running, confusion covering his face.
"What the hell is happening?" Sam shouts as I open my side of the car door.
"Just get in the fucking car before the cops get here!" I shout, looking back at the clerk shouting at us before I close the door, Sam being forced to get in too as faint sirens fill the air.
"Go, go, drive!" I demand. Dean speeds out of the parking lot and down the street.
Five minutes later, we finally lose them and the car is filled with tense silence.
"What the hell?" Sam finally explodes.
"Why the fuck was your picture on the wall? What did you do?" He interrogates. I shrink away from the volume of his voice. He's never used this tone of voice with me. He's never had too.
"I, uh, shoplifted." I say quickly.
"You what?"
"Why are you so mad about this?" I say, raising my voice slightly. "You literally steal people's identities for a living!" Sam goes to say something, but shuts his mouth when he realizes he can't argue.
"Exactly, so hop off my dick." I huff, crossing my arms.
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Everything's Okay {Sam Winchester's Daughter}
FanfictionAfter years of living with her single mom and having never met her dad, Madison Calgo-Winchester faces the worst day of her life when her mother and best friend are attacked. "If anything bad ever happens, contact your father." Her mother had alway...
