A/N: Hello dear readers and welcome back for another story. I have been asked several times over the years to write another story about Sam's daughter, Deanna. There are two other stories, Awaking The Sleeping Monster and In Her Father's Footsteps, if you would like to give them a read. They are older stories from 2016 and 2017, respectfully. Sixteen years have passed, and Deanna is in high school and dealing with teenage issues. The men in her life have done their best in raising her right and making her a well-rounded young woman. I want to thank VegasGranny for her help and support with the story. She rocks. Enough from me…Enjoy… NC

Disclaimer: I do not own SPN, and this is my own creation. Any errors are my own.

Summary of the other stories:

Awaking The Sleeping Monster has Sam running away from college with Jessica when he has the nightmares of her dying. They end up in Louisiana and find a small garage apartment to rent from a nice couple, Jasper and Grace, who become good friends with them. Jessica and Sam marry, and she gets pregnant and has Deanna. Sam and Jessica are kidnapped by demons, and she is killed releasing the monster inside of Sam. Jasper calls Dean for help and he takes Deanna to Bobby's and begins his search for his brother with John's help. Sam and Dean finds Azazel and kill him and Sam nearly dies. Dean convinces him to stay at Bobby's so they can help raise Deanna.

In Her Father's Footsteps continues the story with Deanna in elementary school. A certain angel is sent to Earth to watch over her and she sees him and talks to him but doesn't tell her father or uncle. Dean and John still hunt, but Sam is more of a behind the scenes person doing the research. Dean won't let him hunt because he doesn't want Deanna to lose another parent. She is kidnapped by demons and the Winchesters, Bobby, and Castiel mount a rescue. Her powers come out as she tries to protect her grandfather. Sam and John kill Alastair and Sam almost dies again but is saved by Dean and Deanna.

Chapter 1

The leaves were changing around Sioux Falls, South Dakota, and there was a chill in the fall breeze that blew across the land. The Winchester brothers had been living with Bobby Singer at his salvage yard for about sixteen years now, ever since Sam came into his powers when his wife Jessica was killed by demons. Dean helped Sam get his revenge and convinced him to stay there with his young daughter, Deanna, so he would have help raising her. Even their father, John, came around more often so he could see his granddaughter.

Dean still hunted with his father, Castiel, or other trusted hunters. He decided to put the angel's powers to use since he was there. Castiel was willing to help because he knew he could be by Deanna's side in the blink of an eye if she needed him, and it put him in good standings with the brothers. It took time, but he had been accepted into the Winchester clan now and felt like they were his extended family too. Castiel even got used to the nickname Dean had given him the first day they met, Skippy. The Winchester ragtag family grew bigger than they ever expected.

Sam worked at a research firm, and only occasionally went with Dean on hunts. He still kept his hunting skills honed and worked out with Deanna when he could. Dean tried to keep him from hunting now that he had Deanna and didn't want to make her an orphan since she had already lost her mother.

When Deanna was young, they discovered she had inherited some of her father's psychic abilities. Sam did his best to train her to learn to control them and keep them hidden from others. Deanna was also sent a guardian angel, Castiel, to watch over her by her mother who was in Heaven.

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Deanna looked again at the clock on the wall, willing for the time to move faster as she sat in her last class of the day. The teacher was boring, and she already knew most of what was being taught. She was a senior in high school and graduating a year early because she had skipped a grade. Deanna was super smart like her Mom and Dad and found school a breeze and sometimes boring, but she had problems with showing her work when solving complex math problems. She could look at the problem and get the answer but putting down the long steps to getting there confused her. Sam worked with her on that, and she was able to get by in that class. He told her it was fine, she couldn't be great at everything, and what counted was she knew the answer.

Sam taught her about controlling her abilities and how to use her smarts; Dean taught her to defend herself; Bobby taught her how to do research and all three helped train her to know about and protect herself from the supernatural, though they all discouraged her in going down the hunting path. Deanna was a true Winchester, through and through.

When the bell rang to dismiss class, Deanna slung her bookbag over her shoulder and pulled her wavy honey blonde hair out of the way. She had her father's hazel eyes that were flecked with gold and his height, being taller than most girls in her class, even though she was younger than them since she skipped a grade in elementary school.

Most guys ignored her since she wasn't big breasted and curvy like most of her other female classmates and didn't dress in sexy, revealing clothes. Deanna was never into makeup or frills, being more a tomboy growing up with a house full of males. With all her training, her body was muscular, fit, toned, agile, and she was independent and strong minded. She had the Winchester stubbornness without a doubt.

The halls filled with students going to their lockers to get rid of books and making their way out to the buses or to their cars to go home. Deanna went with the flow and split to head for her car parked in the student parking lot. Dean and Bobby had found a silver Dodge Charger and fixed it up for her sixteenth birthday. She was ecstatic with the gift and babied it just like Dean did his Impala he called Baby.

"Hey, when are you going to go out with me?" one of the jocks from the football team called to Deanna as she walked toward her car.

"In your dreams," Deanna snorted, ignoring the cat calls from other jocks. She had gotten used to it since starting high school. There were no jocks that Deanna deemed worthy of dating and they had no problem bullying her about it.

"What's your problem? Don't you like guys?"

"If I found the right one, maybe." Deanna unlocked her car and slipped into the driver's seat. She started it and checked before starting to back up only to have a jock slam his hands onto the top of it making a loud cracking sound inside the car. Deanna threw the car into park and got out to stare him down as he stepped back and started laughing at her. "I am giving you fair warning only once," she growled at him. "Touch my car again and you'll be sitting on the bench for the rest of the season with broken bones."

"Oh-h-h, I'm so scared," he cackled as he faked shaking his body.

"I only give one warning, don't test me," Deanna snapped at him before getting back in her car and driving from the parking lot. She was furious but didn't want to get into a fight on school grounds. She was smarter than that and remembered what Dean had taught her, only fight if that's the last resort.

By the time she got back to the salvage yard, Deanna had calmed down and pulled up to the house to park. She got out, grabbing her backpack before heading for the front door.

"Anyone home?" she called out as she stepped into the living room.

"In here Lass," Bobby called to her from his office.

"Hey Grampa Bobby," Deanna sighed as she dropped into a chair across from the desk. "Why are guys such immature assholes?"

Bobby looked up from his reading to study her sour expression wondering what brought this on. He knew from the past few years that Deanna had other students bullying her and making fun of her because she lived with three men at a salvage yard and didn't act like most teenage girls. Her clothes were from thrift stores, and she was proud of what she found there.

"Is this about guys in general or do you have a specific one in mind?"

"All of them, especially the jocks at school. They think they're better than anyone else and think they are god's gift to women. None of them get it that I think they're a bunch of losers and would never be seen in public with them. I can take the name calling, but when they take it out on Marv, that's where I draw the line."

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

"No, I didn't get into trouble, but I did sort of threaten one guy if he ever touched him again," she mumbled hanging her head guiltily. "Have you heard from Uncle Dee or Grandpa John?" she asked innocently trying to change the subject.

"Dean called, said they would be back in a couple of days. I haven't heard from John this week so there's no telling where he's at or what he is doing. But don't go worrying yourself about them. They're both excellent hunters and can take care of themselves."

"I know, but I can't help it," Deanna sighed. "I'm going to go scrounge up a snack, you want anything?"

"I'm good. I'm almost done with the books and paying the bills."

"Alright, I'll be in the kitchen finishing up the last of my homework."

"Alright Lass." Bobby watched her get up and walk out of the office thinking how much she took after her Daddy and uncle. He had watched her grow over the years into a well-rounded young woman, who could take care of herself. He was amazed at how she seemed to take it all in stride and didn't freak out about anything. He knew having powers like her Daddy made her special.

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"How's my girl doing?" Sam asked as he strolled into the kitchen and kissed the top of Deanna's head. "How was school today?"

"I'm fine and I can't wait to get out of that place," Deanna replied as she gathered her papers and repacked her backpack.

"What happened?" Sam asked in a fatherly voice catching the tone of Deanna's voice.

"It wasn't anything. I'm just being a little over sensitive is all. Is it my turn to cook?" she asked trying to change the subject.

Sam saw right through her trying to change the topic but didn't say anything. He knew how closed off his daughter could be and when she was ready would talk about it. He couldn't help the small smile that played across his lips thinking she was just like Dean in that aspect. He was glad he had decided to stay here all those years ago and let his family help raise Deanna. Sam thought Jessica would be proud of their daughter and the young woman she had become.

"Yep, your turn. If you want any help let me know," Sam offered.

"That's okay, I can handle it," she replied getting up and going to the fridge to see what she could cook. She knew Bobby and her Dad liked to eat healthy, not like Uncle Dee and could cook healthier for them. Deanna hummed to herself as she surveyed what was in the fridge. "The list is getting pretty long here Dad, we need to make a supply run," she informed him looking at the list stuck to the fridge.

"Alright, I can do it tomorrow after work. I'm only going to need to work half a day."

"Sounds good to me. I'll see what else we need and add it to the list." Deanna pulled out the makings for a chef salad and grabbed a pot to boil some eggs. Once they were cooking, she started putting together a salad and decided to heat some soup to go with the meal. It was cold enough outside now that hot soup would taste good.

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A couple of days later, Deanna pulled around the house and spotted a black Impala sitting in front of the house. She quickly parked and grabbed her backpack before running for the front door with a big smile plastered on her face.

"Uncle Dee!" she cried happily, dropping her pack and throw herself at her uncle, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.

"Whoa Ladybug," Dean laughed as he got his balance so they wouldn't end up in the floor. "I take it you missed me."

"I did, so much," she sighed letting him swing her off her feet and kiss her cheek. "How did the hunt go? Did you have any problems? You didn't get hurt, did you?"

"Okay, it went okay, took us a bit to discover what we were hunting, and no, I didn't get hurt."

"I healed his injuries," Castiel offered innocently walking into the room.

"Cool it Skippy, some details don't need to be told," Dean growled at him, giving him a deep frown.

"Tell me Cas," Deanna insisted letting Dean go and moving to Cas to give him a hug to. She hung onto his arm as she pulled him toward the kitchen. "Good to see you too Cas. Now what happened that Uncle Dee doesn't want me to know."

"I-I-I think Dean should tell you…" Castiel stammered looking helplessly at Dean for help. He hated to admit it, but Deanna had a way of getting exactly what she wanted, even from the angel.

"He'll only sugar coat it. I'm old enough to know the grisly details."

"What grisly details?" Sam questioned coming from the laundry room to catch the end of the conversation.

"She wanted to know about the hunt we were on," Castiel offered.

"Deanna, they just got home; let them sit down and relax before you start grilling them."

"Okay Dad," Deanna pouted leaning close and kissing Castiel's cheek and whispering in his ear, "You'll tell me later."

"Do we have beer?" Dean asked when he joined them in the kitchen.

"Yeah, did a supply run after work," Sam replied pulling three out of the fridge. "Cas, care for one?"

"I guess," Castiel replied taking one of the bottles. He had learned over the years to go with the flow and to try human things to fit in.

"How about me?" Deanna asked.

"I don't think so," Sam stated firmly. He turned his back and didn't see her grab Dean's bottle and take a quick sip before handing it back. "You can have something else to drink." Sam looked at Dean and Deanna thinking they looked too innocent, especially when they wouldn't look at him. "What did you do?" he accused Dean.

"Nothing dude, you're being paranoid," Dean shot back.

"Cas, you'll tell me what happened, won't you?" Sam questioned him.

"I…" Castiel started and snapped his mouth shut when Deanna glared at him and spoke softly in his mind, 'say it and I'll hurt you.' Deanna learned some years back that she could silently communicate with Castiel, but only him and he her. 'It was only a sip.' "I wasn't looking," Castiel finally answered Sam.

"Whatever," Sam huffed rolling his eyes knowing he wasn't going to get a straight answer from any of them.

"Did you get some of those little packs of granola mix Dad?" Deanna asked her Dad.

"Yes, they're in the cabinet where the snacks are."

"Thanks Dad, you're the best," Deanna praised him stopping by his side to give him a peck on the cheek before looking for her snack in the cabinet. She snagged a package and got a drink from the fridge before heading for the back deck. "I'm going to be outside, enjoying the last of the warm sun. Oh Dad, could you help me with a term paper I'm doing? You know how I get too wordy at times and don't really say what I want to."

"Okay honey, after we eat I'll be happy to look at it. Don't stay out too long."

"I won't."

"Okay, I smelled the beer on her breath so don't think you're getting away with anything," Sam confronted Dean when Deanna was out of hearing distance.

"Hey, it wasn't me bro. You know how hardheaded she can be. It was only a sip, not enough to even feel it. Hell, I let you have a sip when you were thirteen. Deanna's a levelheaded kid, give her some credit. You know I would never do anything that would hurt or harm her."

"Yeah, I know that. So, what are you hiding…?" Sam asked looking from Dean to Castiel and back. "How bad was it? Your injury?"