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Chapter 4: You And Me Against the World

"What's wrong?"

She jumped slightly, Dean's voice having shocked her out of her thoughts. She met his eyes for a moment, before she broke the contact, much like a child getting caught in wrongdoing.

Leaning closer, so no one else would hear, she whispered, "I'll tell you later, okay?"

He frowned at her, but nodded anyway. More likely than not, curiousity would be burning through him all day. She sighed, yet another somewhat daunting conversation planned for today. Just lovely.

All day in school, she was both excited and nervous, causing her attention to waver uncharacteristically from school activities, though none of them were of particular importance, as it was the last week. Honestly, she just wanted to get them out of the way, so that she could get to the training and protecting part of her plan.

When the final bell of the day rang, she suddenly wished that the day had dragged on longer, nervous about the conversations she would be having. She was quiet all the way back to Uncle Bobby's, deep in thought.

Once home, she walked right up to John, before she lost her nerve, and said, "Can I talk to you alone, please, daddy?"

Her huge green eyes blinked up at him, and with a sigh, he nodded, leading her into another room.

"Yes, Haven?" he asked once he sat down. Head ducked down, she slowly drew out the journal and handed it to him.

"I'm sorry daddy. I took your journal, but I really wanted to know what you and Dean were doing, so I read it. Please don't be mad." She begged as he took the journal back. For a moment, he looked like he was going to get angry and start yelling, but it dissipated after he took one look in those sincere, bright green eyes, and he sat back with a sigh, hand coming to his face tiredly.

"Daddy?" she asked as the silence stretched. The hand dropped, and he picked the petite girl up, placing her in his lap.

"No, I'm not mad, Haven." he sighed.

She smiled, wrapping her arms around him, "Daddy, I wanna learn, too, with Dean. I wanna fight monsters and help you and be a hero and protect Dean and Sammy. Teach me, please? Pretty please? I'll be super good, I promise."

"Haven…"

"Please daddy?" he'd have to be a monster to resist the look that the seven year old was giving him. John Winchester was many things, but a monster was not one of them.

"Alright, I'll teach you. But Haven, hunting is a very serious, dangerous business. It isn't a game. Lives are at stake." John decided, picking her up and putting her back on the ground as he stood. "I'm glad you admitted to taking my journal, Haven, even if you did a bad thing in stealing it."

She nodded, "I'm sorry for taking it. I just wanted to know what was wrong, 'cause Dean was acting weird and I didn't like it."

He smiled, messing up her already messy black hair as he moved to exit the room.

As he reached the door, he heard Haven say, "Daddy?"

He turned, "Yes?"

"In your book, you said there was something after me. Have you found it yet?" Haven asked, looking down at her purple sneakers.

He frowned, shaking his head, "No, I haven't."

"And it's still following me?" she asked, fiddling with an unruly strand of hair.

"I believe so, yes."

"Oh." she paused, before meeting his eyes, "Do you know what it is? If it's following me, do you think I'm putting Sam and Dean in danger? I don't want them to get hurt. I wanna stop it from hurting them. I don't remember what it is, I'm sorry daddy. I tried really really hard to remember, but I can't. It hurts my head when I try, but I still try lots. I tried all day. Can monsters do that, daddy?"

"I don't know. Thank you for telling me, Haven. It might help us find it and stop it from hurting your brothers." John replied.

"Can I help, daddy? I can get even better at reading. I can already read a whole lot." She begged, tugging at his shirt.

"Of course you can, kiddo. Let's go see what your brothers are up to, alright?" her father figure said with a small smile, opening the door and leading the girl into the room where everyone else was.

A little later, Dean asked her to explain what had been wrong earlier. Seeing as she had told him that he would get answers later, she decided to go ahead and tell him.

"Well," she said, "I found dad's journal, and I read it because I wanted to know what was wrong because you seemed different and I wanted to know why. I know about monsters and everything, and dad says that he's going to train me, too."

Dean looked surprised, and then relieved, "You found out? Dad wasn't mad?"

She shook her head, "He looked like he might be for a second, but then he wasn't. You could have told me you were learning to fight monsters."

"Dad said not to tell yet. He said he would tell when you were older. He made me promise not to tell." Dean replied.

"Oh. How much do you know already? Have you killed any monsters yet?" she asked, tugging his sleeve, looking excited.

"No, dad hasn't let me yet. I know a little bit, but you're smart, you'll probably catch up really quickly." Dean replied.

"You think so?" she questioned, not sounding so convinced, "I bet you were perfect at everything."

"No, some of it is really hard." Dean said, shaking his head, "But I am pretty good at it so far, at least that's what dad says."

"Does Sam know yet?" she asked, as Dean shook his head. "Well, then how long have you known?"

"Years. Almost as long as dad has, I think." her older brother said with a shrug.

They bother descended into silence, until Dean broke it again, quietly asking, "Haven?"

"Yeah?" she whispered back, just as quietly as he had.

He looked to both sides, before he said in a barely audible voice, "I'm scared."

Bright green eyes wide, she nodded, lowering her voice to say, "I'm scared too."

"What if you get hurt? Or Sammy? What if I can't protect him?" he asked, looking like the question had been eating him up for awhile.

"Of course you can. You can do anything." Haven replied matter-of-factly, as if it was as certain as the chair they were sitting on. "But I'll help you look after Sammy. I don't want him to get hurt. I won't let you get hurt either."

"That's it!" Dean replied, green eyes lighting up, "We'll look after him together, so there's no way he'll get hurt. We'll stay up and watch to make sure nothing comes in at night, we'll stay with him as much as possible, and look out for him. With two people, it won't be too hard."

"Alright! But there's something we especially need to look out for," once more, she lowered her voice to say, "Dad says that there's been something after me since before you guys found me. We don't know what it is, and I can't remember it. We'll have to watch for it, in case it tries to hurt Sammy."

Dean sat bolt upright, "Something's after you?!"

Haven nodded, "It's been following me. I'm going to help dad find it, but you know more than me."

"Thanks, Haven. You can tell me if you remember anything, even if it's scary." Dean said, giving her a quick hug.

"I don't really remember anything, besides being really hungry and hurting." she said, "I think some of my nightmares are about it, but I can't remember those either."

She did get nightmares often. Generally, if she woke them up, Sam would crawl on one side, and Dean on the other, until she settled down and fell asleep again. Dean woke up easily if he sensed distress, his older brother instincts kicking in.

"Well, maybe you'll remember soon. But first, we have to get you all caught up. Come on!" and with that, Dean dragged her outside, both of the giggling all the while.

That night, Haven dreamed of fighting monsters at Dean's side, the two of them being known far and wide as the best hunters to walk the land.


Next chapter, I'll be doing more on Haven and Dean's relationship. After that, I'll add Sam into the mix, but her relationship with him isn't as strong right now.

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