Woman of Letters - Part Seven
Asthetic made by the lovely @hanny-writes-spn
A/N: Part 7 of my WoL series. This is kind of an in between part, so just bare with me. My original plan was to post twice a week, but this series isn’t getting a lot of feedback, so I’m gonna start writing some of the other things I have on my list, and post this once a week. Thanks to my wonderful beta @thorne93. Feedback is always appreciated.
Summary: When Louisa finds an old, unopened letter from her great grandfather, she leaves her old life behind to go search for a man named Henry Winchester, hoping he has some answers for her. What she finds is beyond her wildest imagination, but she is determined to continue her family’s legacy.
*not my GIF*
“It’s not fear, you’re a giant,” Louisa joked. It was just after noon and she and Sam had been sparring for almost two hours now, she was exhausted, and her muscles were aching. No matter how hard she tried, she could not pin Sam to the ground.
“Well, I can use my size to my advantage, but so can you,” Sam explained, brushing his long hair out of his face. Yes, Louisa was a lot smaller than him, but she was quick and Sam tried to get her to use that against him. “We won’t stop before you get me pinned to the floor.”
“Fuck you, Winchester,” she chuckled as she sat up her stance again. She was truly exhausted, but she was also determined to get this done.
Dean walked through the gym doors just in time to see Louisa pop her hip out and fling Sam over her shoulder, his massive body hitting the floor with a thud and a loud groan before she twisted his arm and placed a knee on his chest. She looked absolutely beat. Her hair sticking out of her ponytail, her cheeks red and her skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. Dean had a hard time taking his eyes off of her as her face lit up in pride. Sam could easily have gotten out of her hold, but it looked like he decided to let her have the win. That’s just one of the many differences between Dean and his little brother, Dean would have kept going until she got it right. Giving her a false sense of security like this would only put her in more harm out in the real world.
“Tell me I can go shower or I swear to god I will twist your arm off,” she threatened with a bright smile on her face, which made Sam laugh and Dean had to fight back his own smile. She sure was feisty.
“Since I kind of need my arm,” Sam answered thoughtfully and she released her grip on him.
“Dean,” Louisa exclaimed as she turned around to get her towel. “I didn’t see you there.”