Bind Your Love

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Chapter 1 - Drifter

But I'm just too loose to settle, yeah I'm always wanting more. Guess as long as I'm a drifter, hope I wind up on your shore. | Karmin, Drifter

When I was technically a year old I was the size of a ten year old. Mentally, I was almost completely developed, already with the mental capacity most drunk twenty-something's at a college party couldn't hope for. That was also the year my mom was killed.

My mom, Hazel, was an angel. She told me she was on Earth dealing with the trivial problems these humans bring upon themselves and ran into a demon. They didn't fight, quite the opposite actually. My mom always told me that my father was the most handsome man she ever saw, and thought one night with him, even though he was a demon, would be worth it. It wasn't.

One year after my birth she summoned him again to tell him of my existence. She never made it back.

She left me a letter though, explaining that my life was already all planned out for me. Nifty, right? No tough decisions for me to make, an instruction manual for life. . . Not so much. Apparently my mother's chance meeting with this demon wasn't chance at all. God had sent her, so I would be born. God, however, didn't bank on my mother actually falling for him and telling him a year later that I existed. Thus, leaving me alone to learn that I was meant to protect one of the saviors of the earth and that he was my soul mate. Fun stuff.

Her letter even explained why she named me Millicent. It meant work and strength or some shit like that. Apparently I'm also the only one who can kill my father so she thought a strong name would help with that. No pressure, though.

Now, I'm forty years old but I look like I'm in my late twenties. Oh, the perks of being half angel, half demon with just a little bit of human thrown in there.

I've spent my time waiting for this Winchester boy to be born, and then watching him from afar. I would go on various hunts from time to time, when I knew he was safe. Apparently their ways rubbed off on me, and I felt like I needed to do something to help those who didn't know what exactly it was that went bump in the night.

As much as I didn't want to, I actually started to like the guy. We were pretty similar. Sent on missions from our parents to basically save the world . . . I could relate to him.

It was when he died. The first time, when Lilith's Hell Hound tore his body to shreds that I realized I loved him. I loved him so much I bribed a rogue reaper to send me on an all-inclusive Hell vacation. In the middle of my search I heard them. Angels fighting their way through Hell and I knew they were there for the same reason I was.

Then, not long after that Dean and his brother, Sam, saved the entire goddamn world from the Devil himself. The year following that was my own personal Hell.

Watching Dean play house with Lisa almost did me in. I could tell, even if he couldn't, that he wasn't completely happy there. Sure, he had feelings for Lisa and wanted Ben as his own, but he missed his brother. He missed the thrill of a hunt and he missed Bobby. So many times I almost went into that house to bring him back to the hunting game but I knew that would only cause more problems.

I've been watching over him his whole life, I know exactly how he would react. He would start out angry that I wanted to protect him (Dean Winchester doesn't need protecting after all), then he would be mildly creeped out that I knew so much about him, and then he would be extremely creeped out that I was his soul mate. Dean didn't do well with his destiny being decided for him, that much I knew.

Even though I loved him, I knew the odds of him ever loving me back were very slim. I came to terms with the fact that my best bet at keeping Dean safe was to protect him from afar and let him live out his life without me. There are days when it physically hurts me to see him and not even be able to say so much as hello, but I've always managed to get through.

Then there are the days when I have to watch him suffer through his life. Watch him struggle to make it through a tough hunt or blame himself for every little thing. Those are the hardest.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts; I needed to focus on what was happening right now. Which was me scoping out a vampire nest.

Dean, Sam, and Castiel were dealing with a rogue angel that was causing some trouble in a small town in Washington. I was staying at a small cabin I had up there that wasn't far from where they thought the angel was staying. I was surprised the boys hadn't seen the signs of the vamp nest, but decided to take care of it so they didn't have to. I knew with Sam and Castiel covering him, Dean should be good for the time being.

I grabbed my bow, something most hunters would scoff at. Yeah, a bow might be impractical if you don't know how to use it, but my mother taught me from a young age and I only got better as time went on. Of course, I keep a spare gun on me at all times when needed, too. And, of course, a sharpened machete for the vamp nest I'm dealing with now.

It was right as I was stepping out of my cabin that I heard it. It was faint, because I'm not a full angel, but I still heard it.

I pray to the . . . angel Millicent. I-It's Sam Winchester. My brother . . . Dean is in trouble.

And then it cut out.

The machete fell from my hand and the adrenaline pumping through me gave me enough energy to zap myself directly outside the house I knew they were hunting the angel at. I didn't hesitate to walk in the front door.

As soon as I was in two angels started towards me. I quickly got rid of one, shooting him with the arrows I made from angel blades before he knew what was happening. The second took a little longer to get rid of.

He stalked toward me, angel blade in hand. I managed to move my body out of the way of his first attempt to stab me, and then twisted his arm around until he dropped the blade. I reached behind me and grabbed one of my arrows to finish him off.

I heard a door slam after I let the angel fall to the ground and ran up the stairs.

Please be okay. Please be okay.

After opening a couple of doors on the second level I came across one that was locked. I didn't hesitate to kick the door open and have my bow at the ready.

My eyes quickly assessed the situation. Dean and Sam were tied up to chairs while four angels stared at me. Where was Castiel? I didn't have time to focus on that, though. I managed to take two of them out with my bow before the others reached me and managed to knock it out of my hands.

I took a few good punches from the angels before one knocked me back into a wall. Ones forearm came to rest roughly against my neck to hold me in place.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Well, aren't you a curious one," I said before my knee came up to connect with his groin. I took advantage of his few seconds of distraction and managed to reach behind me and grab and arrow out of my quiver to take care of the angel in front of me.

I looked around for the last angel in the room and noticed her trying to leave.

"Ah, ah," I said before waving my hand to slam the door. The adrenaline from the fight giving me more power than I usually have. "You've seen too much, sweetie."

I walked toward her. Her angel blade appeared in her hand as she lunged at me. I side stepped out of her way, catching her armed hand in the process and twisting it around to stab her in her stomach.

I sighed as she fell to the ground. Teleporting here and using the telekinesis to close the door took too much out of me. I have the same basic powers as a typical angel or demon, but they're nowhere near as strong. I can only teleport on my best day.

"Damn," I heard from behind me. I looked back and came back to reality. I was standing in front of Dean and Sam. This certainly caused a problem with my whole 'protect without contact' plan.

I silently grabbed the knife attached to my ankle and walked over to cut the ropes that tied their wrists and feet. I started with Dean, who was sitting closest to me, and kneeled behind his chair. I grabbed his hand to cut the rope, but immediately pulled it away when my skin touched his. Luckily, I managed to cut the rope anyway.

Once I had freed them both I said ,"We should go, more could be coming."

"We shouldn't do anything," Dean said, his hand itching for some kind of weapon. Unfortunately for him, and luckily for me, the angels must have stashed their weapons somewhere.

"Look, you prayed to me. So, obviously you trust me at least a little bit. Let's just get somewhere safe and then we can get on with the whole 'we don't trust you' speech, okay?" I said before motioning toward the door. "Your car here?"

"Uh, yeah. Parked just down the street." Sam said. "Oh, hey, your shoulder . . ."

I looked down and noticed a fairly deep cut in my left shoulder. I just needed a few stitches and it would heal in a few days. "I'll be fine, don't worry about me. I've got a safe house just a little ways away. We'll regroup there."

The brothers exchanged a wary look before they silently turned and made their way out of the house. I picked up my discarded arrows on my way out.

The ride to my house was silent except for me giving Dean directions on how to get there. I sat in the back of the impala with my bow sitting across my lap. What was I supposed to say? I have no reference whatsoever on how to talk to the man I've basically been stalking his entire life. Not to mention I'm a combination of the two things he hates most.

By the time we got there I had managed to completely freak my self out about the whole situation. I silently got out of the car and led the way through the front door. I set my bow down on the table in the small kitchen and carefully removed my quiver.

"I'd say make yourself comfortable but you're not comfortable around me at all so just sit down while I get something to patch up my shoulder."

I went to the small bathroom just down the hall from the kitchen and got the first-aid kit out from under the sink before making my way back into the family room where Dean and Sam had sat down.

I stopped in my room to make a quick change out of my t-shirt for a tank top so it would be easier to stitch up my shoulder.

I took a seat in the chair across from them and started focusing on my arm. I was so focused on it that I didn't even notice Sam stand and make his way over to me.

"Here, I've got it," he said before kneeling in front of me and taking the tools to stitch up my arm out of my hands.

"You don't – "

"You just saved our asses, I can sew up your arm."

I sighed and let him get to work.

A few minutes later Sam was taping a bandage around my freshly patched up wound. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it – "

"Okay, time to talk." Dean said, standing from his seat on the couch. I immediately averted my eyes and took a few steps away from him. I couldn't get used to being around him. It would hurt too much when I had to go back to observing only.

"How did you know to pray to me if you were in trouble?" I asked Sam, my eyes avoiding Dean at all costs.

"A while after Dean got out of Hell . . . Castiel told me that if we were ever in serious trouble and he wasn't answering, that you would come. No matter what. Why is that?" Sam asked, always the curious one.

"So, Castiel knows about me . . ." I muttered under my breath. I had never officially met Castiel, but I suppose it does make sense that he would have sensed me around all these years. He must have had to pull some serious strings to find out information about me.

"With the moves we saw back at that house . . . you're an angel, right?" Sam asked.

"I really shouldn't – "

Suddenly I was pushed back against the wall with Dean's arm against my neck and an angel blade hovering over my heart.

"We don't know you, and we don't trust you. Either you tell us some goddamn information or I – "

"Dean, let her go." Castiel said as he appeared behind Dean.

"Cas, why – "

"Because she's your soul mate."

"She's – soul mate – how is an angel my soul mate?" Dean asked him, his grip on me never wavering. If anything, I'm sure he's even more eager to kill me now.

"Well, she's not exactly an angel." Castiel said bluntly. I had always found his bluntness and inability to know when things should and shouldn't be said to be somewhat comical, but it definitely wasn't helping this situation.

"Well then, what the hell is she?" Dean asked, his anger boiling over as he turned to look directly at me.

To answer him, I blinked my eyes and let him see my one black, demon, eye and my other sparkly blue, angel, eye.