Dean Winchester Daughter Novels & Stories

Aaron turns to look at me with an annoying I told you so smirk. We’ll see if he still feels so smug in the next five minutes. Abigail Bennet-Winchester I hear the distinct sound of a baby’s cry as I stand there in the kitchen of the dilapidated house. I place my hand on my belly even though there’s no bump to feel. I lick my lips and prepare to complete my mission. It’s hard to believe that less than six months ago, I was an attorney who had no idea that I was Arthur Winchester’s daughter. Everyone thought that one of his older sons would be the heir to his great fortune and leadership role at the High Table of the Obsidian Knights.

he explained as I gave his phone back with my number in it. When he got in the driver's seat I waved to my daughter and watched him pull off. I took a deep breath and tried to shake off my weird smile. Then, I walked into Tillie’s unit and she was waiting for me on the couch. “So what’s up?” I asked. “Brooklyn was killed last night.” Oh shit.

This wasn't the woman who had once been a brilliant researcher on the verge of a medical breakthrough. With hands that still shook, I removed the red silk gown, letting it pool at my feet like a pool of blood. I stepped out of it and kicked it aside, watching as it settled into a heap on the bathroom floor. Tomorrow, I will burn it. But tonight, I had to focus on what was important, on the daughter who needed me to be strong, even when I felt like I was shattering into a million pieces.

“Eleanor Winchester is the name that guy Wendell said she was the keeper of the books, right?” Aaron asked “Yes”, I nodded, remembering what the human told us on the train “Did Remus find out anything about her?” “So far there is no record of a Winchester in Name,” he replied. “We need to go there then,” I said, Aaron nodded. I looked back at the photo of my mother in her wedding dress, and I couldn't help the smile that appeared on my face. “She was very pretty,” Aaron said out of nowhere. “Just like her daughter.”

A young woman stood beside the dean, with bright makeup, looking like a cheesy, foxy Internet celebrity. Shawn said lightly, "...It's her? Are you sure?" The woman that night was soft and lovely, and she was very beautiful without makeup, gentle, and clearly a virgin. The woman in front of him was different from what he had imagined. Could it be wrong? It seemed that...Gale's temperament was more in line with that woman. The subordinate replied, "Yes, Mr. Wood. She is the dean's daughter, Susan Fanning."

At first, we didn’t really believe it until we heard that Dean’s sister, who's my Beta and best friend, was one of them. I will never get the image of Dean’s little sister, visibly pregnant, dead beside the window that she threw herself out, her spinal cord shattered in several places, with her pup half-born, its head and torso could be seen from between her legs, covered in blood, dead as well. We later found the note she left, and it read, ‘I’m sorry, but I refuse to bring his son into the world after he killed our daughters.’ What did she mean by ‘after he killed our daughters’?

"Yeah, she majored in archaeology at a university in Cronde. Her father was against that, saying that there was no future in that… I personally fought him so that she could keep her major." "Anything else? Who does she usually hang out with?" "Well, she's quite withdrawn and doesn't have many friends, since she's from a single family and her father is sexist. But I promise you that she's a good kid! "Please, Lugh… I can see that you're no ordinary man, and you had plans when you came, but I'm begging you—if you really got into a fight against my daughter, please spare her life for my sake!" Whitney's voice cracked with tears toward the end—they were talking about her daughter after all, and

Dean Wason can't die. He just can't. Whatever he's done, their story isn't finished yet. He may have left her here, but he came back to her. For now, that's all that matters.She races to her dad and attempts to grab his gun. One of her worst mistakes. Clenching his fist, trying to push the gun away, a shot rings out into the air, startling her. Her ears ring when Dean Wason sweeps her away, pushing her from her father's side, as another shot rings out. A gurgling sound, then a scream of anguished pain. Crayons Arthur hobbles towards them, a crimson ring on his white dress shirt. His gun is raised, but he aims it in her direction. He aims the gun at his own daughter."You won't ruin my legacy,

I no longer expected anything from them. All the sincerity I had poured into them… I considered it thrown to the dogs. I wouldn’t pursue it anymore. Because I was dizzy, I underwent a brain CT scan. The results confirmed a mild concussion. Mira stared in disbelief. "Did your mom do this too?" I nodded bitterly. Instantly, outrage exploded across her face. "What kind of mother could be this cruel to her own daughter?!"

"But hey, it's not all bad. Become a good chef in the future, open a breakfast shop or something. As your old classmates, we'll definitely come support you!" Yvonne stepped forward gently, pretending to defend me. "Please don't say that about my sister. She's had a hard life too. For a fake daughter to survive in the Brooks family for so many years, she really did try her best." She walked over and wrapped her arms around me lightly, lowering her voice so only I could hear. "So what if you lived in this family all these years? "So what if you grew up with Aaron? "So what if your grades were good?