Rebecca Faye Singer did not live with her father. Ever since he killed her mother, she'd been as far as she could from him. She begged and begged to stay with an aunt until he finally relented. She never believed his far-fetched demon story. She never could get anyone to believe her either. In her eyes, he was a murderer, nothing more.
So how did she find herself on his doorstep? It was pretty interesting, actually...
It was several days earlier. She'd just gotten home from her shift at the diner, and her roommate had been watching tv. Seline got up and watched as Rebecca placed her purse on the table.
"How was work?" She asked. Becca looked up at her and sighed. "It sucked. Ran out of pie and people were pretty upset about it. Other than that, typical long night."
Seline smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I could see that happening. Hungry?" Becca shook her head and made her way to the fridge, cracking open a beer. "Not in the slightest." She saw Seline pick up a butcher knife and frowned. "You going to cook? You burn water."
The blonde shook her head. "No, just gonna carve you up and leave a message for your dear old daddy." She turned, her eyes black and a smile on her face.
Becca gasped and her beer bottle hit the floor. "Sel...Seline? What are you talking about?" She backed away quickly and ended up tripping on her feet. She hit the ground hard and watched her best friend with horror filled eyes. The girl was smiling and toying with the dagger as she moved closer to her.
Her arm arched down and Rebecca cried out, lifting her arm. She felt the blade slice through her skin and she hissed. Whimpering, she crawled backwards, feeling the hot blood making its way down her arm.
Before Seline could attack again, a mad in a trenchcoat appeared and began speaking in a bizzare language. Rebecca watched with wide eyes as a stream of black smoke escaped from her friends mouth and she collapsed on the floor.
The man moved over, checking her pulse before frowning. "I am sorry, Rebecca. Your friend is dead."
Rebecca stood and looked at the man, tears falling down her cheeks. "She's dead?! What the HELL is going on?! What was that black smoke?! Who are you?! How did you just appear here?!" She ran her hands through her hair, shaking her head.
Cas sighed and looked at the distraught girl. "Your friend was possessed by a demon. They know who you are, as do I. You are Robert Singer's daughter and you are in danger. My name is Castiel and I'm an Angel of the Lord. I am afraid that everything your father told you is true. For your own safety, you need to pack what you can and leave this place. The safest place for you to be is your father's house."
Watching him with an open mouth, she saw him lift his eyes to the ceiling and frown. "Move quickly. More demons are on their way. I will hold them off for as long as I can." With that, he disappeared and she swallowed.
Blinking back tears, she looked at the body of her dead friend and ran to her room, packing a duffle as fast as she could.
Less than ten minutes later, she was on the road. She had to get to her dads house and she had to do it fast.
This was how she found herself here. Running a hand through her hair, she winced as her jacket pulled on the dry blood on her cut. She felt the pooling of fresh blood and she sighed.
Lifting her hand she rang the doorbell. She blinked and stepped back when someone other than her father answered the door. "Uh..." She looked around, confusion on her face. "Does...does Robert Singer still live here?"
The man looked her up and down and frowned. He had on a distressed, brown leather jacket, jeans, boots and a black shirt. Short, light brown hair and bright green eyes adorned his face. Blinking, she focused on the task at hand. Her father. She needed to get to her father.
"You want Bobby? Who are you?" He asked, his voice rough and untrusting. Frowning, she stood to her full height and met his challenge. "I'm Rebecca Singer. I'm his daughter."