So Little Time: Dean Winchester Daughter

Chapter 16: Being a Hunter's Daughter

 Chapter 16: Being a Hunter's Daughter

Based on season 6. Ava just turned 11 years old.

An alarm beeps. It's seven am. Dean wakes up in bed next to Cassie.

Cassie: You okay?

Dean: Yeah, I'm good.

Beautiful Loser plays over a montage of Dean's life now in contrast to his hunting life.

Dean is having a beer with his friend Sid.

Sid: And thank God this is before Facebook, right? Because it'd be me and that goat all over the Internet. Don't get me wrong, right? No complaints. But if you'd have said to me, "hey, you -- fifteen years from now? Suburbia."

Dean: Oh. Yeah.

Sid: Right?

Dean: Believe me, I know.

Sid: So, you've traveled around a lot, huh?

Dean: Mm-hmm. Yeah, my whole life, pretty much.

Sid: And?

Dean: I don't know.

Sid: Come on. You -- what, you moved in, what, about a year ago?

Dean: Yeah, thereabouts.

Sid: So I been buying you beer for a year. And I think that means you owe me a couple of gory details.

Dean: Oh, no. There's not much to tell, you know? It's, uh... I lived on the road... Took, uh, crap jobs that nobody else wanted.

Sid: Like?

Dean: Like... Pest control.

Sid: Really? Pest control.

Dean: Yeah. You get to work with a partner. You get to help people. You have no idea what's in some people's walls. It could eat 'em alive.

Sid: Yeesh.

Dean: 'Course, that was then. And now...

Sid: You're practically respectable.

Dean: Yeah. Wow. I guess so. That's kind of scary, actually.

Waitress: Thanks, guys.

Sid: Thank you. I think she likes you.

Dean: (holds up receipt with her name Brigitta and phone number on it) You think?

Sid: What is it with you?! Like, every time!

Dean: It's like chicks specifically dig unavailable guys. Dean rips up the receipt. Who knew?

Sid: I will see you tomorrow. I'll see you tomorrow.

Dean: Thanks, man.

Woman screams in distance.

Dean gets a flashlight and gun from his truck, and enters a deserted building. He finds some claw marks and blood.

Dean's house. He sits at his computer, on the phone.

Dean: And no one's called about a missing person? No, this would have been today. So no reports of anything around Vineland and Oak street, near that hotel renovation?

Uh, call it a hunch. I've been a cop for a long time. Okay, yeah. No, I'll call you tomorrow. You too, man. Bye.

Cassie: Hey. Who was that?

Dean: Sid. I'm just setting up a poker game.

Cassie: It's 11:30.

Dean: Is it really? Well, that explains why he was asleep when I called. I'll be right up.