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 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅. Not physically, but in the way that mattered. The kind of cold that settled in your bones and refused to leave. Jovi mumbled something about getting changed and headed for her room without waiting for a response.
Dean watched her go, his heart twisting as she disappeared down the corridor. She looked older. Six weeks. That's all it had been. Six weeks and she'd changed. Taller. Quieter. Guarded. Like someone else had started writing her story without him.
Then it slammed into him again for the third time that night — like a punch straight to the gut. She wasn't his. Not on paper. Not legally. Not anymore.
Just. Like. That.
Jennifer had come in, all clean slates and redemption arcs, and signed the damn line. Took seventeen years of blood, sweat, and sleepless nights and wiped them off the board like they never mattered. She didn't earn it. She didn't fight for it. She showed up, and the world handed her his daughter.
Dean turned fast, heat flaring under his skin as he faced Mary and Cas. "Tell me you didn't just stand by and let this happen," he growled, voice like a loaded gun, safety off.
Mary crossed her arms — her classic "bracing for a storm" pose. He recognized it. Didn't care.
"Dean—"
"No." His voice was ice. "Don't give me the mom-voice. Did you let her take Jovi?"
"We didn't have a choice," Castiel answered, calm and measured, like that was supposed to help.
Dean's fists clenched at his sides. He could feel the fury rising, bubbling beneath the surface like a damn volcano. "No choice?" He stepped in, barely restraining himself. "You didn't have a damn say in whether my daughter got ripped away from me? That's bullshit. Absolute bullshit."
