Jovi Winchester never had a easy life, especially being born into a world of hunting. But her life got flipped upside down when her dad dies once again but this time comes back as a demon and he's nothing but trouble for society.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆...
The bunker was cloaked in an unsettling silence, the steady hum of its fluorescent lights casting distorted shadows that danced along the cold, concrete walls like restless spirits. Dean Winchester stood motionless in the war room, his gaze fixed on a tattered map pinned to the board, its surface peppered with ominous markers of supernatural activity. But Dean's mind was adrift, haunted by the ghosts of a battle that had nearly ripped his world apart. Jovi had almost lost control — her powers a tempest threatening to consume everything in its path — and Sarah Blake had paid the ultimate price. The memory gnawed at him, a sharp, unrelenting ache lodged deep in his chest. He knew what had to be done next, and the thought of it twisted his heart like a vice.
The rhythmic echo of footsteps broke through his reverie, a sound that reverberated through the hollow corridors like a drumbeat heralding a grim fate. Dean looked up to see Castiel approaching, the angel's expression etched with a somberness that mirrored the weight of the moment. Cas's blue eyes, usually so piercing and filled with celestial certainty, now seemed clouded with the heavy fog of shared sorrow.
"Are you sure about this, Dean?" Cas's voice was a gentle murmur, firm yet laced with the tenderness of a friend who understood too well the torment of impossible choices.
Dean swallowed hard, the motion painful, as if he were choking down shards of glass. He nodded, the movement slow and deliberate. "It's the only way, Cas. She's too powerful, and if she loses control again... I can't let that happen. She's my daughter. I have to protect her."
Cas's expression softened, a flicker of empathy in his gaze as he placed a hand on Dean's shoulder, a silent gesture of solidarity. "I'll do it. But you need to understand — there's no going back from this. She won't remember her powers, or the things she's done with them."
Dean clenched his fists, the knuckles turning white, as if by sheer force he could keep his world from crumbling. The weight of his decision bore down on him, threatening to crush him under its unbearable gravity. "I know. Just... make sure she's safe."
