Baby Winchester: Finding Dean
Plot: When Dean Winchester finds out that his daughter is being abused, he quickly decides that she would be safer with him.
A/N: This was going to be a single imagine but during the writing process I have come up with more ideas based around this so I will be turning it into a series. I do not know how many parts as of yet, but there will be more. Also this takes place around the middle, tail end of season ten.
I whimpered, sliding close against the wall, moving so that my back was protected. My mother laughed, following me and waiting until I was backed against it before kicking me hard in the chest. I let out a scream of pain, curling up into the fetal position to try and protect my stomach. This only caused my mother to laugh harder, aiming another kick at me, this time at the top of my head. I managed to move it just in time, so her foot connected with my ribcage. As the breath left me, I could hear the crack of my rib. This encouraged her and she kicked me twice more, aiming each time for the same spot.
By this time the rib had pierced my lung, causing my breathing to come out in rasps. I let out a cough, the taste of blood filling my mouth. At this my mother let out a delighted chuckled, leaning down to grab my arm and pulled me flat onto my back. She smiled widely at me as she placed her foot on my chest, moving it so that the broken rib was pushed further into my lung.
“You're going to die, drown in your blood and I am going to watch. Please take your time, the longer it takes for you to die the more fun I will have.” Mom chuckled, smiling at me as she sat down beside me. “I am glad that I will at least get my money. Why my mother left YOU 2.4 million fucking dollars is beyond me. But hey, I get if you die, which you are.”
I gasped, coughing up more blood as I struggled to catch a breath. I groaned, allowing my eyes to flutter shut as I tried hard to block out my mother as she proceeded to practice her call to 911. If I wasn’t in the midst of dying, I would have believed that she was honestly heartbroken at my death. As she reached the part of her speech where she now practicing speaking with the cops, I found myself doing something I have never done before. I found myself praying for a quick death if only to annoy my mother.
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Castiel was seated at the table in the kitchen, nursing a cold beer with Sam and Dean. It was one of those days where there wasn’t a job, which was good seeing as what they did. He was just about to take a long sip of beer when a voice fluttered into his head. He had long ago gotten used to ignoring the never-ending sounds of humans praying in his head, only ever paying attention to anyone Winchester. After all, should Sam and Dean find themselves in trouble calling out for him would be much easier than trying to call him.
This one was a Winchester, Dean’s daughter in fact. Dean knew about the girl but had decided it would be safer to keep her away. As her prayer came through, Castiel dropped the bottle, turning to stare wide-eyed at Dean.
“Your daughter is dying,” Castiel announced before either brother could say a word. At once Dean slowly lowered his bottle, staring at the angel in disbelief. “It is her mother, that is killing her. Your daughter is praying for a quick death.”
“Can we save her?” Dean asked, letting out a sigh of relief when the angel nodded. “We have to go save her. We can’t let her mother kill her.”
“We should leave now then. She does not have much time.” At once both brothers were on their feet, moving to place a hand on the angel's shoulder. Within seconds they were no longer in the bunker, but in a nice townhouse, two women sat on the floor.
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“Dean...” My mother whispered, her voice so full of pleased shock. Slowly I opened my eyes, letting my head fall to the side, shock washing over me as I noticed the three men standing silently in the living room. “What are you doing here?” Mom asked, staring wide-eyed at one of the men.
“I am here to save my daughter.” The man on the left side of the man in the trench coat. Before mom could say a word the man, Dean I guess, was moving towards me. As he drew close my mother let out an angry cry but couldn’t do anything since the tallest of the three had moved to hold my mother at bay. Once he was sure my mother was dealt with, my father knelt down and scooped me carefully into his arms, cradling me softly against his chest. The man holding down my mother, waited until we had reached the man in the trench coat before rushing over to join us. I watched as my mother tried to scamper to her feet but was soon staring at nothing before at a bookshelf lined wall.
All at once the one in the trench coat and the tallest of them, moved forward, cleaning off a large table in the middle of the room. Once it was cleaned off, I was placed gently on the center, my father smiling softly at me as the trench coat one stepped forward. Without saying a word he placed his hands on my chest and closed his eyes. Within seconds the pain was gone and I was able to breathe. It wasn’t until he took a step back, smiling at me, that I started to move, my eyes growing wide when I noticed that I could do so without any searing pain.
“How did you do that?” I whispered, staring at the man.
“My name is Castiel, I am an angel of the lord and I healed you.” He smiled softly at me, reaching forward to brush a strand of my hair behind my ear. “You will be okay now.”
“You're an angel? Like from heaven?” When he nodded, his smile only growing wider, I let out a breath of relief, understanding washing over me. “So I’m dead and this is heaven? It’s odd but...”
“This is not heaven. Each person has a different heaven, one tailored to them. You are very much alive.” Castiel answered, frowning when my smile disappeared from my face. “I am confused, this is good news.”
“No, it’s not. To me anyway. Do you have any idea what my mother is going to do when I get home! If am I alive, and sadly I am starting to believe it, then she is just going to kill me and this time she will make sure she gets her way! It’s the only way she sees any of the money nana left me.” I rambled, tears starting to fall as different ways my mother would kill me began to flash through my head.
“First off you aren’t going back. You’ll stay here. I kept you away from me because I thought I was protecting you but apparently I was dead wrong.” My father, Dean, said softly, moving so he could wrap an arm around my shoulders. Seeing as I was still sitting on the table, this was only slightly awkward but I didn’t care. This was the first time since my grandmother passed that someone had touched me without the intent of causing me physical pain and I all melted into his side, turning so I could wrap my arms his neck.
“Do you mean it? That I won’t have to go home? That I can I stay here?” I mumbled into his flannel shirt, a sob escaping me when he answered.
“I mean it. You’re a Winchester, which means there is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do to keep you safe. I forgot to ask, what is your name?”
“Hanna. Hanna Mary Elizabeth Winchester.” I replied, smiling softly at the change of my last name. My father beamed at the change, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead.
“Your safe now Hanna, I swear I will not let anyone harm you.”
