Dean's Daughter

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I didnt say anything and he set a tray down in from of me. "John Winchesters famous under the counter soup" Dean told me and gestured to the bowl.

I looked at it and then at him and pushed it away. "You want me to do the air plane thing?" He asked and I sighed. "How many days has it been since you ate?" He crossed his arms. "I dont know" I shrugged. "3. Its been three days" he said and I looked up at him.

"I'm not hungry" I told him. He brought his hand up to my forehead and I stood up and my legs were weak. "Dean I said I was fine" I told him. "No your not. The jelly legs, the bloody napkins and the constant fever" he scolded and I rolled my eyes.

"I just need to start the next and last trial and I'll be fine" I told him. "The best way to get over this is through it" I told him. "I know it is, but you have to let me help you" he spoke.

"Guys" Sam called us and we looked over at him from the other room. "Theres a message from Kevin" he said and clicked on it. Kevin showed up on screen. "Dean, Sam, Ava. This is a message that is directly sent to you if I dont reset it every week. And the only reason I wouldn't reset it is because I'm dead." Kevin started to talk.

"I'm Dead! So screw you screw God and everyone in between!" He yelled and got close to the camera. He sat back down with tears in his eyes. "Crowley must have gotten to me. All I can say is I'm not gonna break this time. I dont know how I know, but I just do." He sighed. "I downloaded all my notes and the translations and I'm sending them to you now" he said.

"You guys are gonna have to figure out the rest. I know it was my job but-" Kevin stopped and wiped his eyes. "I'm sorry" he said and then the screen went black.

We were all quiet for a moment and Dean turned around and smacked some books off the table. "Damnit!" He yelled and walked away. Sam and I started to get the translations off the computer, and print them out.

Dean came back in and we all started to read Kevin's notes. "I've seen this before" Sam said and put a piece of paper in front of me. "What is it?" I asked. "Its a marking that Kevin puts everytime Metatron makes an authors edit or something" he said and stood up.

"But I swear I've seen it before" Sam told us. "Where?" I asked him. "At one of my classes at Stanford. About native Americans" Sam said. "They taught word of God at Sanford?" Dean asked. "You went to Sanford?" I asked.

Sam set down a book and pointed to the symbol. "It belongs to a small tribe in Colorado" Sam told us. "They held on to this symbol when all the other tribes fell to white man. And the literary translation is messenger of God" Sam said.

"Messenger of God?" I asked. "Messenger of God!" I said again. "We have to go there" I told them and Dean looked at Sam. "On what grounds? You can barely function" Dean told me.

"Well I'm only gonna get worse. We cant figure out what Kevin was saying so we need to go to this place to talk to the Messenger of God" I said and walked around to there side of the table. "Shes not wrong" Sam said quietly. "So you think Metatron is hiding in the mountains with some Indians." Dean asked.

"Your not supposed to say Indians but." Sam shook his head. "We should go" I told them and grabbed my jacket. We all got in the car and drove to Colorado. We got to a hotel which was run by a tribe.

We all walked in and Dean rang the bell. A man in a suit and long hair came out and looked confused. "Morning. Hi. We would like a room" Dean smiled. I looked around and my vision started to get a little hazy. I heard a ringing in my ear and it was pretty loud.

I walked away from the counter as Dean sighed something. The loud ringing stopped and no one else seemed to hear it. "Did you hear that?" I asked them and all 3 of them turned to me. "Hear what?" Dean asked, and I turned back around and shook my head.

We got a room and I sat on one of the beds while Dean and Sam looked at the place. I found some whiskey, and drank almost a whole bottle becasue my head hurt so much. At first it burned my throat but by the end it went down like butter.

I laid down on the bed and hiccuped. "Apparently were the only residents here. Last one was in 06" Dean told me and I looked over at him and laughed a little bit. Sam stood next to him and I smiled again. "Your short" I laughed and Dean looked at Sam.

"Are you drunk?" Dean asked me and walked over to me. "Of course not" I stood up and then tripped on nothing and fell to the ground while laughing. "Dean" Sam held up my almost empty bottle.

"Ava, we were gone for an hour" Dean helped me up and sat me back on the bed. "Yea, not long enough" I laughed. "Were gonna go look around" Dean told me and they walked to the door. "I'm gonna follow the manager. He seems sketchy" I sat up and looked at them.

"No you need to rest" Dean told me and I nodded. "I can do that too" I nodded again and laid down on the bed. "Alright" Dean covered me up and kissed my forehead. "Thanks" I smiled.

"Dont leave, we'll be right back" he told me and I nodded and gave him a thumbs up. Then they left and I closed my eyes and fell asleep.