Witch, Demon or an Angel? Where Do I Know You From?
Dean looked closely at the girl, woman, knocked out cold at the back of his car. Bobby's daughter, there was no way in Hell that girl was telling them the truth. And given the way she had just magically vaporised a Knight of Hell, Dean was betting all his money that he was going to be in for a big surprise. He looked in the rear view mirror, again, and was caught on by Sam.
"Dude, you have got to stop looking at the mirror a thousand times like she is going to grow a head or something. And, tell me again, what exactly happened?"
"You were knocked out cold, losing a lot of blood and this chick just walks in and sends Adam packing. It looked like he knew her, was terrified of her, in fact. And the next thing I know, she glows this weird blue and poof, no bruise, no bleeding. When we walked out of the diner, she just collapsed."
"And who did you say she was again?"
"She said her name was Arya Singer, Bobby's daughter."
"Do you think that's true?"
"If it is, that old man is getting a huge lecture from me of which he is never going to hear the end of."
"Are you sure we shouldn't take her to the hospital?"
"We don't know what she is, Sammy. Believe me; I have never seen anything like this before."
"Did you test her?"
Dean looked at his brother; his upper body soaked in blood, and raised an eyebrow which answered all his questions.
"No reaction to holy water or silver. So, I guess that rules out Demons, Werewolves and Shape -shifters."
Dean looked ahead as his mind reeled with thoughts of the woman in his backseat. When she had first entered the diner, it was impossible to take his eyes off her. Long and overflowing dusty brown hair, blue piercing eyes with a hint of mischief and danger; Dean had been mesmerised. But thinking back, he now remembered that she had a glow around her, a light which radiated from her. Okay, he was losing it. His mind was playing games because of the Mark, which was happening often now. He sped up on the highway to feel the breeze clear his thoughts and concentrated on what sort of nosy lectures would he shower on the old man if this was his daughter.
It was a little past eleven when Dean drove into Bobby's garage, Arya still knocked out cold. He watched as Sam slowly took her out of the car and carried her towards the house.
"Dean, she is pretty. Like I didn't notice it before, but she is pretty."
"Do you want me to carry her, then? In case, you get blinded by the Sleeping Beauty."
"Shut up."
Dean looked at the slightly red cheeks of his brother and smirked before ringing the doorbell. They waited patiently as Bobby answered the door, with a shot gun in hand.
"Balls, Sam, Dean. Its past 11, can't you guys call before coming?"
"Well, it was an emergency."
Dean pointed out at the girl and saw Bobby's expression change from annoyance to concern and worry.
"Arya, what happened to her? Bring her in, quickly."
Dean walked in ready to give his 'I-can't –believe-you-lied-to-us-all-along' lecture when he saw the concern on Bobby's face and stopped. Bobby stood over her as Sam laid her on the couch and then quickly scrambled to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of water and some chocolates. Dean never thought Bobby would be the chocolate types. He fed her a small bite and made her gulp it down with water.
"Okay, I have had enough. This girl was telling the truth? She is your daughter?"
"Not exactly, I raised her since her birth so I guess that makes me a father."
"Bobby, what the hell? You have been lying to us all along?"
"Don't raise your tone with me, boy. Let's take this elsewhere. She needs to rest."
Bobby made his way to the study followed by Sam. Dean grumbled the whole way trying to wrap his head around the whole thing. He caught Sam's eye and could see the same confusion. They waited as Bobby made himself comfortable on the armchair. Dean quickly walked up to him and stood there with a flaring temper.
"Explain. Now."
"You two seriously drive me crazy. It's a long story, go get me a beer."
"Bobby!"
"Fine, boy. Are you both going to be hovering over me like a pair of tall giraffes?"
Dean caught Sam sitting at the edge of the table and joined him.
"Here, happy? Now spill the beans!"
"Fine; she is my daughter. After my wife died, I had a hard time getting back to what we do so one fine day; a hunter walks in here, with this baby in his hand. He hands her to me, tells me to keep her safe and collapses on the floor. He was pretty bruised and battered, like some roller coaster had passed over him. The next morning I get up to find my couch empty with no sign of him but the baby is still there. Finish; end of story."
"So what? You just took her and became her dad? What about her family?"
"I checked all the missing children report. There was none of a two year old. I couldn't even find the hunter; every path was a dead end."
"So you adopted her? And what is up with all the weird stuff that she can do? How come we had never heard about her?"
"Slow down there, cowboy; one question at a time. She is my daughter, Sam. And you never saw her because she studied in a boarding school a few towns over and then later, went away to medical school. Now, since I have answered all your questions, I need to get back to my daughter."
Dean left his position and cut himself in Bobby's path.
"Bobby, you still didn't answer one question. What is she? I saw her kill a Knight of Hell as easy as cutting Pizza."
"I am a Nephilim, you morons. And here I thought you guys weren't complete idiots."
Dean looked towards his right to find Arya standing with an amused looked on her face. She walked up to Bobby and planted a small kiss on his cheek.
"Hey, Dad! Missed me?"
"What's a Nephilim?"
"Dean, hush. I am trying to have a conversation with my father."
"Arya, what the hell were you thinking? How could you just use up all your energy to kill a Knight of Hell?"
"I heard the Winchester Boys were in town so I couldn't help myself."
"Balls! You could have gotten yourself killed."
Dean looked on dumbfounded at Sam who looked as shocked as him. He willed his nerves to settle down and raised his voice a decibel to get their attention.
"Again, asking. What's a Nephilim?"
Arya turned towards him and gave him a all-knowing smile which was followed by a long sigh. She walked up the armchair where her father was sitting a while ago and made herself as comfortable.
"Who is a Nephilim, not what; Nephilims are humans who have been exposed to Angel Blood, aka, they have angel blood running in their veins."
Here comes the second chapter. Please review if you like the story. Thank you, everyone for reading!
