"Hey Dean" Sam called from behind a mountain of Bobby's books and papers spread out on the table "I found something weird in Bobby's files"
"Weird, the guy had a prison in his basement; everything about his life was weird"
"No this is different. It's a list, like a shopping list or order for something"
Dean turned to walk towards Sam, stopping at the door and taking a deep breath before entering. Ever since Bobby passed he found it hard being surrounded by Bobby's things and seeing Sam sit where Bobby should be sitting just wasn't right, he would of given anything for Bobby to be there right now calling him an idjit for feeling so emotional. "So the guy ate once in a while Sam"
"Did he also need a year supply of tampons?" Sam smirked looking up to see his brother's confused face
"What so Bobby was actually a girl this whole time?" Dean moved around the desk to stand by Sam looking down on the offending list "Shampoo, batteries, tinned food, tampons" he rolled his eyes then carried on reading "Seeds, books, bullets?"
"Sounds like the kind of stuff someone planning to hole up for a while would need, that someone being a female" Sam said searching through the other pieces of paper he'd found in that file.
"As long as we aren't about to find out Bobby had some plans to keep some babe hostage for a while then I bite, what else you got?"
"Co-ordinates and what looks like a rota, huh" Sam leaned back in his chair and passed the paper to Dean "Seems Bobby and a few people took turns to deliver this stuff yearly to wherever this is and look who else is on the list" watching his brothers reaction to the names on the list.
"Rufus, Dad, Bobby" Dean looked shocked "Seems whoever was expecting this delivery must have been waiting a while, there's no one left"
"So what do you think, check it out?"
Dean looked again at the list, they were all hunters, they all had this one thing in common, and they were all dead. It didn't matter how they all died it just seemed too odd to ignore, and they'd investigated cases for a lot less.
"Hey Dean, seems Bobby had all this stuff delivered already but..." Sam hated to say the words, couldn't bear that the man who'd been like a father to them was really gone.
"He never got the chance to deliver them" Dean finished for him thumbing the flask of Bobby's he kept with him always "Well looks like we load up and road trip"
It was night time by the time they neared the co-ordinates they'd found at Bobby's. The trailer behind the Impala rattled and bumped around as they drove along a near abandoned road out in the woods.
"Seriously my baby was not made to be pulling stuff, except hot chicks right Sammy" Dean laughed at his own joke.
Sam barely rolled his eyes at his brothers joke while he continued to study the map in front of him "I don't get it, there is nothing around here for miles. It's 25 odd miles to the nearest town, no houses, no farms, no nothing"
"Perfect place to hide a Princess in a tower"
Sam laughed "Seriously, nursery story jokes"
"Bite me" Dean said grumpily as he continued to drive his car down the bumpy road.
Suddenly the lights on the car flickered on and off, and the radio blared static for a second right before the engine died.
"Seriously!" yelled Dean reaching behind him to pull his trusty shotgun onto his lap "Let's go check it out he said, follow the co-ordinates he said" opening the door and climbing out into the cold foggy night "End up in the middle of nowhere with god knows what, must be Tuesday"
The forest around them was dense, the road barely visible. Sam and Dean both jumped guns ready when they heard a scream in the woods far in front of them.
"Could be a trap" Dean said
"Yep" answered Sam looking around him
"We going anyway"
"Yep" answered Sam with a small smile as he looked at his brother one more time before slowly moving forward into the trees.
Soon they heard more sound, not screaming so much as shouting, and could it be… singing?
A sudden movement behind them and a figure stepped forward throwing a punishing blow to Dean's back sending him flying forward into a tree. Sam had a chance to see the grotesque being for a fleeting moment before it landed its large scaly hand on his shoulder lifting him off the ground. A mess of bloody scales and black eyes gazed into Sam's before a loud bang from his left sounded out and he fell to the floor. Dropping into a couch ready to defend himself he looked around and saw Dean resting with his back against a tree his shotgun aimed at where the beast used to be.
"Thanks" Sam said standing slowly rubbing at his already bruised shoulder "What the hell was that thing?" he asked as he moved over to help pull Dean up letting him lean on him while he caught his breath back.
"Damned if I know" He struggled to breathe after getting the wind knocked out of him. While he stood there wheezing he heard something, something like a woman singing, he looked up at Sam
"Yeah I hear it"
Sam picked up his gun and began walking towards the singing. As they neared Sam heard his shoe touch metal, bending down he pushed aside the leaves to see a thin iron rail buried just under the surface.
"Hey Dean, look" he continued moving leaves but the iron rail seemed to go on and on "I can't see where it ends"
A rustling ahead of them and a girl's voice, soft with a British accent, spoke "It doesn't arse wipes so throw what you can at me from there but I'm warning I throw back and man am I bored today so let's do this"
"Whoa there Mary Poppins we come in peace" called out Dean
"That's what they all say" the voice sighed at them
"Bobby sent us" Sam shouted standing with his hands in the air, looking to Dean to do the same. Dean took his lead and lowered his weapon to the ground before also raising his hands in the air.
"I swear to whoever that if you have hurt Bobby…" movement ahead of them and a girl no more than 5 foot 2 appeared before them covered head to toe in dirt, her hair a matted mess and more disconcerting wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and bra. The boys would have almost laughed had it not been for the angry fire burning in her eyes "…I will gut you where you stand"
"No, no we are friends, friends of Bobby's" Sam reading the anger on her face decided to keep it to himself about Bobby's death "He asked us to bring you some supplies, they're back with the car but we got… stuck" He wasn't about to alarm the girl with stories about the things in the dark being real, especially as they were currently stood in the creepiest woods he'd been in for a long time.
The girl's face soften and she tilted her head slightly to look at them as though seeing them for the first time, a smile slowly spread across her face the stark white of her teeth against the dirt on her face making it clearly visible in the night light. "Well then he must have known I'd be getting really lonely up here to send me a couple of beauties like you. Must be making up for forgetting me" A look of sadness passed across her face so briefly that Dean only just caught it "I'm starving, I mean you can only grow so much to live off the land, and I don't grow much and what I do grow well it's not great, you ever eaten so many carrots that you worry your skin will turn orange, not that I ever see anyone but you know even so a girl wants to look her best not that I look my best right now of course it's just been a while since I had any company and I.." on the girl went barely pausing for breath as she spoke, Sam and Dean shared a confused look "..and then when I did manage to grow potatoes the uglies came and torched them from your side, I mean come on, me I'm an open target but my potatoes..."
Dean put his hand in front of him "Slow down there Mary. Uglies, our side?"
"The side of the rail you are stood on silly, and I hate to break this to you but you boys really shouldn't be out here in the woods. Quick get this side of the iron" Sam and Dean both took a step forward over the iron rail knowing this was obviously some kind of test as supernatural beings can't cross over iron, this girl knew her stuff "There are things, things you can't even imagine and…"
"We know" Sam butted in before she could start rambling again "We killed one of them back there" he said pointing behind him "We're hunters"
"Oh" the girl said momentarily silenced "Was it the big one with the scales or the small hairy one?"
"You mean there's more?" Dean asked grabbing up his shotgun and turning to face the woods "It was the scaly one"
"Oh no, poor Nemo"
"Nemo!? Are you shitting me lady" Dean called out angrily "He a friend of yours?"
"No" came the sad reply "I don't have any friends, I had Bobby, and Rufus, and John, but they all abandoned me too, I guess even they didn't want to deal with what I am anymore. So Nemo and Beethoven I've been reluctant to kill, they'll only send more so better the demon you know and all that"
"Beethoven?" Dean whispered through the side of his mouth to Sam
"And what exactly are you?" asked Sam nervously
"I'm Lucifer's daughter" she replied in a calm voice
Dean felt all the air rush out of his body, Lucifer had a daughter, a daughter that stood before him now. Turning quickly to face her, finger on the trigger he noticed that she didn't even flinch. Sam stepped forward his hand gesturing to Dean to calm down "How the hell did you know Bobby? What kind of deal did you have with him? And our dad? What kind of deal?" he shouted
"Deal?" the girl asked "I'm not a demon" and then she did something unexpected, she laughed. She laughed loud and hard, tears rolling down her cheeks as she held her stomach and fell to her knees "Oh thanks, I haven't laughed for ages" she giggled slowly pulling herself together but the widest smile stayed on her face "Wait, you boys said your dad? You don't mean John do you?"
"How did you know our dad? How did you know Bobby?" Dean said stepping closer to where the girl sat on her knees, the shotgun now inches away from her face
The smile was quickly gone, Dean noticed eyes of the brightest blue as she stared up at him begin to fill with tears. "Did? Know Bobby" she asked, a single tear clearing its path of dirt as it fell down her cheek "As in not anymore?"
Dean lowered his gun, he wasn't sure why he trusted her then but looking into her eyes he did. "It happened a while ago" he said gruffly kicking at the ground with his well-worn boots.
"I thought he just forgot me" she whispered "I thought they all just forgot me" She stood again slowly and squared her shoulders "If you guys would be kind enough to give me my supplies it'd probably be best if you went on your way. Anyone who helps me ends up dead" she walked close to the rail set in the ground but made no move to cross it "Any chance you could bring your car closer, I don't cross to that side, it never ends well"
Suddenly spinning around she grabbed Sam's arm making him flinch ready to fight and Dean to step forward ready to defend his brother but she just smiled "Your dad. You meant John didn't you? That's awesome! Then you guys must be Sam and Dean, well of course you are handsome just like your dad, the right amount of rough and strong with a dangerous edge but I bet under it all you're sensitive, maybe even needy, and.."
"Slow down there Doctor Phil" Dean said quickly to shut her up before she started rambling on again "You know us?
Looking down at his arm Sam noticed delicate fingers stroking along his forearm "Uhmm excuse me"
The girl looked down too seemingly unaware that she'd been stroking him she moved her hand and laughed "Sorry, Bobby always did tell me I had boundary issues" Dean had a mental image of why Bobby would have had reason to tell her this and screwed his face up in disgust "comes from being on your own so much, makes you want to touch people. Plus you know, big arms" she stood back sizing Sam up "big shoulders, good god you are big"
"Okaaaay" Sam said taking one step back "What the hell is going on here?"
"Now that's a long shitty story best told with vodka, please tell me Bobby told you to bring vodka?"
Ten minutes later Sam and Dean sat back in the Impala thankful that the engine had started, their heads buzzing with the knowledge that Lucifer had a daughter and that Bobby and their father had known about her.
"I don't get it man, why wouldn't they have told us. All we've been through and they've been sitting on this nuclear piece of information" Dean said as he eased the car slowly down the track once more
"Not only that it seems they've been protecting her, sending up supplies and the way she talks about them like they were all best buds, she really means it"
"What do we do Sammy? Do we kill her?"
"No Dean!" Sam shouted "She's just a girl, there must have been some reason they all wanted to keep her alive"
"I think I might know why" Dean gulped looking ahead as they drove through a clearing stopping in front of a cabin.
Ahead of them lay a small wooden cabin with a tin roof. Visible at the corners of the house were shiny iron rods that seemed to run through the whole structure of the run down house. Lights pooled out of the windows onto a porch littered with old pieces of furniture, most of which were riddled with what appeared to be bullet holes, but that wasn't what they were looking at. On the front lawn sat an old school iron bathtub in which the girl stood naked pouring water over her head and rubbing away the dirt, she didn't even seem to notice as Sam and Dean sat in the car their headlights illuminating the scene before them as her delicate hands washed dirt from her slightly too skinny ribs, her pert bottom and her..
"Dude" Dean growled as Sam killed the car headlights "The show was getting started"
"You're perving on the devils daughter Dean, that's never gonna have a happy ending"
"It might have had some kind of happy ending" Dean said to himself following Sam out of the car.
Grabbing a big blanket from beside the tub the girl stepped out and wrapped herself up tightly looking cold. Without the dirt it was obvious to both boys that she beautiful, her features delicate under her long wet dark blonde hair, her eye lashes so dark against the bright blue of her eyes. "What I'd give for a frigging hot shower" she mumbled to the boys before heading up onto the porch, turning to look at them she said "I've made you uncomfortable haven't I?" turning her eyes to smile at Dean "Well you not so much, but you…" she turned to look at Sam "this is one of those things that people don't do isn't it, sorry as you can tell I don't normally have visitors and I just forget sometimes what it's like to be around people, and I was so dirty and it's been a long time since I dressed for company, and well, just tell me if I'm making things socially awkward, it's one of the few skills my father blessed me with, lucky me" And off she went into the cabin.
"Dude you ruin everything" Dean huffed as he stomped off back to the car to start unloading the trailer.
The boys made fast work of moving the boxes into the cosy kitchen. The cabin was one open room with a big stone fireplace set against the north wall, two mismatched couch's sat in front of it, a broken wooden table whose missing leg had been replaced by a stack of books between them. Pretty curtains of different materials hung at the edges of the windows and many many rugs sat covering the wooden floor. In one corner some half height walls did little to separate a bedroom and toilet from the main room, and in the middle of the room a stone stairwell lead down into darkness.
"It's where I keep supplies and it's where I hide sometimes" the girl offered sadly when she saw the boys looking down it "You'd be surprised at what they throw at me sometimes" Waving an arm towards the woods before carrying on "Do you want to help unpack?" Her voice already changed back to being happy.
She stared openly at Dean as he carried a box in; concentrating on his broad shoulders, moving her eyes to his full lips "You sure are pretty" she said earning a laugh from Sam.
"So you got a name?" Dean asked while opening a box to find it filled with tinned vegetables inside trying to ignore that for some reason that made him feel embarrassed.
"Bea. Not originally of course but I don't really remember my real name, I just remember it began with B so when your dad found me he decided it should be Bea"
"Our dad named you?" Sam laughed, it sounded too much to picture John helping a young girl choose her name "When was that? And what's with the British accent?" he asked as he grabbed some of the tinned food and started to put them in a cupboard above a small sink.
"I don't remember, it's been so long, and… do you work out?" Bea licked her lips as she watched him reach up
"Focus" Dean growled not quite understanding why he didn't like Bea looking at Sam like that.
Bea carried on like she'd never stopped speaking "I've been here as long as I can remember, but I already told you that this story needs vodka so where is it" She jumped down and started reading labels on boxes and opening them expertly with a knife she drew from the back of her jeans.
"Batteries, they go downstairs but not the small ones they go by my bed"
Dean looked up when Sam sighed and giggled to himself "And where should I put the, um, the magazines?"
"They go by my bed too" Bea said without a trace of embarrassment
"Dude" Dean whispered "Magazines?"
Sam just shook his head with a smile and carried the box into the other room.
The night was cooling off by the time the boxes were all in the cabin and Sam was busy putting some wood in the fireplace while Dean stood looking out of the front window checking for danger.
"It's okay Dean, nothing can cross the iron so we're safe, well kind of, sometimes they send people and people are just trickier to deal with right, should you kill them should you not, or worse is when they throw shit, like this one time I looked out and there's this thing and he's got a firebomb in his hand, I mean seriously dude where's the fair play in that luckily I've been taught by the best. I'm a pretty good shot actually. Do you guys like peaches? I got…"
"Can you just slow down a minute?" Dean shouted to once again stop the rambling
"Sorry" Bea answered in a quiet voice slowly sitting "I guess I just haven't talked to anyone for a long time"
Dean closed his eyes for a moment taking a deep breath; he hadn't meant to upset her.
Sam moved to sit next to Bea "Dean didn't mean anything by that. It's just" he sighed "A lot to take in. You told us you are Lucifer's daughter, how the hell is that even possible"
Bea moved quickly to the kitchen "I told you this story needs vodka" pulling a large bottle from the shelf and grabbing three glasses she moved back to the couch and poured a generous amount of the liquid in each one "Vodka me old mate how I have missed you" and she necked the drink in one screwing her eyes shut as she savoured the burn on her lips and in her throat "Ahh, it's good to be warm again". She raised her right hand, rubbing her fingers together and whispered "Coe-de-bra" and the fire roared to life.
Dean stepped back, shocked, his eyes open wide as he turned to look at Bea "Cristo" he said
Bea laughed loud again, her shoulders shaking "Oh Dean I'm not a demon I already told you but I'm flattered really. I just seem to have a little mojo left from the old sperm donor"
"Lady, what is your story?" Dean said moving round to flop on the couch opposite and neck his vodka too, a headache already threatening.
"You know the story" Bea begin lifting her legs and resting her feet on Sam's lap, Sam shared an embarrassed look with Dean who just rolled his eyes "Girl meets the devil, devil kidnaps girl, impregnates girl, girl has baby, devil kills girl, and the devil has got himself a new plaything to torment. The usual father daughter story I guess" pulling her arms around herself "Some people found me, I don't even know who but they were hunters….or monks….or maybe that was on a TV show I saw once before my TV died, and they bought me to America and made a pact to keep me hidden forever. A regular old nursery story" This earned a 'told you so' look from Dean to Sam. "But they all know where I am, the demon you met in the woods is one of many who come and stalk the place. Lucifer wants me, but I haven't seen him for a while, then there's this other guy, short, sexy as hell voice who comes and stares from the other side once in a while. It looks like he's in charge cause the demon's all do what he says but they can't get me. They can't reach me here because of the iron in the ground, and where this cabin sits there used to be a church so we are on sacred ground, even the water runs holy" she laughed sadly "So I'm here safe, bored and lonely"
Standing on the porch his breath misting up the cold air Dean heard Sam behind him "Sounds like Crowley found Bea too"
"Seems about right. I don't get it though; I'd of thought Lucifer would have loved to have a child to pass his evil baton onto. And what the hell does Crowley want with her?"
Sam moved to sit on the porch step looking up to where his brother stood "She's got some power, maybe he could use that. I mean she seems alright but what if he could make her go all dark side"
"Is it just me or does that scare the crap out of you?" Dean rubbed his face, he felt heavy under this new discovery "Let's try and get some rest, tomorrow you'll find out more about Bea, see if this shit has ever been heard of before"
Walking back into the cabin they were greeted by Bea, her tightly fitting jeans barely hiding her modesty and an AC/DC tank top short enough to reveal the soft tanned skin of her lower back, bent over making up the couch into a bed humming to herself.
"Crazy and hot" Dean quietly said to Sam
Sam, himself drawn to stare at her curves, shook himself slightly, now was not the time to be hitting on Lucifer's daughter, in fact, he thought, there's probably never a good time to be hitting on Lucifer's daughter. "Thanks for letting us stay Bea, this all looks great"
"I don't mind if one of you wants to sleep in my bed?" Bea said innocently
Sam quickly shot Dean a glare before he had a chance to answer and keep staring until Dean's smiling face turned into an apologetic shake of the head and an unenthusiastic "No" left his mouth.
"Honestly its ok, I'm not turning in tonight. After what you did to Nemo its best I keep watch, plus they'll be upset you're here so I'm heading out to the porch to keep watch, so please one of you take my bed" And with that she moved to a cupboard next to the door. Opening its creaky wooden doors revealed small weaponry filled with stakes, bottles of holy water, shotguns but most of the space inside was taken up with a huge bow. "Oh there you are baby" Bea spoke taking the bow in her hands running her fingers along its form "Looks like we get to have some fun tonight after all"
Dean and Sam looked on half in awe and half worried about leaving a girl, half bucket-o-crazy, with a bow in her hands.
"You boys get some sleep" she said placing the bow over her shoulder as she reached in to pull out a tall basket of arrows. On the way to the door she grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and paused to say "It's nice to have you here" before closing the door behind her.
"Guess that makes us the Princess's in the tower" Dean said feeling uncomfortable with the thought that a girl was heading outside to protect them while they slept "Go to sleep Princess" he said to Sam grabbing up his jacket and gun to follow Bea outside.
"Hey" Dean said sitting on a tatty couch next to Bea's chair "I'll watch you go sleep"
Bea looked at him a huge smile on her face that reached up to her beautiful blue eyes, leaning in she placed her surprisingly warm hand against his cheek making certain parts of him stir that really shouldn't be stirring right then as he shifted uncomfortably.
"Wow you must be one of those gentlemen I've heard so much about" she laughed dropping her hand leaving his cheek warm where it had been, "Just like your dad. But I couldn't sleep now I'm too excited to have guests; it sure gets lonely up here with only the occasional demon for company so I'll stay".
"Okay" Dean barely managed to say, his face already losing the warmth in his cheek and with it a came a sense of loss he couldn't understand.