Supernatural One-Shots and all that 2.0

Lyla 1

My name's Lyla, and I'm Dean Winchester's daughter. Yeah, I know that's a lot to live up to. The great Dean Winchester, one half of the two most famous hunters out there. Two brothers that have both caused and stopped the world's end. I'm very aware of my father and uncle's successes and defeats. I know of their friends and foes and those between.

I was the byproduct of a reckless Dean Winchester and Rosie Henry, who didn't use protection at all. They didn't have a relationship. More like, "Hey, I'm horny! Bang me!" They were drunk most of the time, so that kind of explains me, and why they were silly and didn't wrap the willy.

 It's been 14 years since their little fling. Dean has no idea at all about me. Well, I've known my whole entire life because my mother would never shut up about it. While totally wasted, he would mumble on about hunting creatures, and let's just say that Mommy dearest took an interest. I would be left on my own for days on end, while she set off for the next hunt. It was her drug. She killed whatever monster she could get her hands on.

You see, my mother's been dead for awhile now. A while being an hour. Yeah, Dean was passing by, I guess, when he decided he wanted another night for kicks. He was most definitely surprised when he found my mother on the ground gagged and gutted. Actually, I found her first, but, you know, details.

Yeah, I was covered in her blood from trying to save her, but, of course, I was too late. It was demons. I mean, you could just sniff and tell from that horrible sulfur smell. They came back for revenge because Mom took a nice long month and tracked down a bunch of demons and got rid of them. Now, I'm standing in front of these two oblivious dummies.

"We're just going to ask you some normal questions," Sam stated in layers of plaid and coats. It's the middle of frigging summer. What the heck is wrong with you two? I pulled my light brown, bloodied hair into a bun. I could feel a lump in my throat start to form. I swallowed it and crossed my arms. I looked around and was happy to see that the cops were far away.

"I know, you're hunters. You don't have to keep up the whole FBI crap around me. I don't see why you're even asking me questions. You can already tell it's demons. Five of them, actually. three women, the other two guys. Mumsy took care of their friends back in January." My voice was without any emotions.

"Really? Your mother just died right in front of you, and your not even going to let a tear slip?" That was Dean. I rolled my eyes.

"Don't tell me how to grieve. You should also do some serious thinking because I'm 14. You two had a fling 14 years ago. I was born in June. Do the math. I also hope you use protection, now. You might have a lot more kids than you think, if you don't."

I tried walking off, but someone had my wrist. I snapped my head towards the owner of the hand. I glared at Dean.

"Are you saying that you're my daughter," he asked.

"No, I'm saying that I'm Bozo the Clown." My mouth was practically dripping with sarcasm, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go see a social worker."

"Wait, take the card," he demanded. I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Why," I questioned him.

"Just do it."

I took the card and left. I didn't dare look over my shoulder. I just went to the cop car with my backpack going up and down while I walked. I only had what I needed. Some clothes and a picture of my mother in the bag, and that was it.

Before I knew it, I was on my way to see that social worker.

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Hello, Unies. Long time, zero talk since. . .July. . . of last year? Yeah, well it's me, Bella. New account, new me, same type of fanfictions. I know this isn't what I usually did, but I probably am going to make it like a little mini series on here. So expect more Lyla. What did you think of her? I came up with the idea literally five minutes before writing it.

Anyways, to give suggestions that are personalized, this is how I would like you to do it.

For example from one of my past chapters

Name: (Y/N)

Character: Dean

What happens: You go shopping with Dean and you start to feel insecure (who wouldn't have you seen that man)

What you're like and all that jazz: insecure, hair colour, eye colour, personality

If you just want a ship update then just give me the ship and idea. I'll do it. Seriously, I will. I promise. I have no life, I get zero sleep, and I have no friends.

Peace out, Unies!