Chapter 2
Leave me alone, get out of my face. I'm tired of love, feeling so misplaced. | The Veronicas, Leave Me Alone
"Oh, my god." Sam was the first to break the silence. Dean still had me pinned to the wall, and Castiel was still behind him.
"You're . . . part angel and part demon?" Dean asked, his voice laced with disbelief.
"Yes. Now, if you could drop the blade and stop trying to kill me I could explain a few things."
I could no longer remember any of my fears from the drive over. Even though I had never talked to them before, I had known these boys in front of me their entire lives. Sure, Dean was a bit on edge, but that was to be expected. All I could do now was explain and give him time to deal with everything.
"Dean, let her down." Castiel said, placing a calming hand on Dean's shoulder before Dean finally lowered his arms.
"My name is Millie – Millicent – Millie. You can call me Millie." I stumbled over my name. That was supposed to be the easy part. "My mother was an angel, my father a demon. I was conceived while they were both in human vessels, so I'm part angel, part demon, with a little bit of human thrown in there just for kicks."
"Are there any others like you?" Sam asked.
"No, not that I know of. It was rare for the two to even come into contact in the last few centuries, let alone have a kid together."
"Well then how come you're alive?" Dean asked, his voice full of doubt and disbelief.
"Because I was born to protect you." I said, finally looking at him.
"Oh, well you're doing a great job. I really enjoyed Hell, and Purgatory was a nice vacation." he said with an eye roll before he turned to head for the door.
"Hey," I said, almost growled, while tugging on his shoulder so he turned around. "I have done everything for you, Dean Winchester. I spent a year searching for a way to get you out of your deal with Lilith even though I knew there was no way. I went to Hell and looked for you! Shockingly, you were pretty well guarded seeing as you were set to start the goddamn apocalypse. The only reason I left was because I heard the angels coming to rescue you. I watched you work that ridiculous construction job every day while you were living with Lisa." I tried to keep my hatred for Lisa out of my tone. Shockingly, I didn't have the best feelings towards her.
"I went to purgatory – " I continued, but was interrupted by Dean.
"And what? I never saw you there, Benny – "
"Who the hell do you think told Benny about the portal?" My voice was rising with each word as I kept going. I had to take a deep breath to calm myself down. "So, you don't get to tell me I haven't done my job. You don't have to tell me how much you've suffered in the past, because I know. Trust me, I know." There hasn't been a day where I don't berate myself because of the countless things I can't do to make him just a little happier or keep him safer.
I sighed and then turned toward Castiel. "How did you know about me? I didn't think anyone from heaven did."
"I saw you hovering around Dean. I followed you and found one of your safe houses. There was a letter from your mother there." Castiel said. Not at all aware of the fact that most people don't just enter someone else's house and read their mail.
"Well, as fun as this has been, we should hit the road." Dean suddenly said and started to make his way toward the door.
I quickly followed him and slammed the door shut just as he was opening it.
"When was the last time you slept? There are two beds here, you can stay and then leave in the morning."
"Ha. I don't think so." Dean scoffed.
"I haven't protected you for the last thirty some odd years just for you to be an idiot and fall asleep behind the wheel. You're both exhausted You either sleep here for a few hours or you can see the headlights of my car behind you for the next five hours. Take your pick."
Dean stared at me for a few long moments before he relented. I pointed down the hall and he reluctantly made his way to a spare room and slammed the door.
"I have to go." Castiel said just seconds before he disappeared.
"Can I ask you a few questions?" Sam asked, his hand anxiously rubbing the back of his neck.
"Sure," I told him and motioned for him to sit at the small table in the kitchen. I stopped by the refrigerator on my way to the table and grabbed two beers for us.
"You drink?" he asked as he took his.
"I am still a little bit human. I don't have to eat as much as a typical human to survive, but I do still eat and drink typical human food."
I knew this is how Sam would react. He's the curious one. The one who, when faced with a new creature, wants to study before charging and killing. He seemed hesitant to ask his questions now, though.
"You can ask. I know you're dying to," I told him with a small smile before taking a sip of my beer.
Sam let out a small laugh before he started. "How old are you?"
"Forty. I was born a few years before Dean. I aged pretty quickly my first few years, but then things slowed down once I was physically about eighteen. I'd say, physically, I'm in my late twenties… early thirties now."
"So you've been watching over Dean his entire life. That's . . . amazing. It's like you're his guardian angel or something." Sam said as he smiled to himself a little bit.
I scoffed at the term. "I wouldn't go so far as to call me his guardian angel, but I have been watching over him since he was born. You too, you know."
"You watch over me?"
"You're the most important thing to Dean. Of course I protect you, too. Which is why I'm going to suggest you get some sleep now. You can take my room if you want, or just the couch if you'd rather."
"What about you?" Sam asked me.
"One, I only need a few hours of sleep every couple of days. And, two, I have a vampire nest to take care of."
"Vamp nest? In town?"
"Just outside of town. I was on my way to take care of it when you called. I'll be back before you guys wake up. Plus," I held up Dean's keys that I swiped from his jacket pocket earlier, "I think these missing will make you two sleep in longer." I smirked at Sam before he laughed and got up to go get some sleep.
It was early morning when I got back to my full house. I stopped at a small grocery on my way back from taking care of the vamp nest to pick up some breakfast food. I was just about to put my key in the lock when I heard their voices.
"I don't care about the great chat you had with her, Sammy! We're not going to stay with some stalker." Dean shouted at Sam. "Where the hell did my keys go?"
"Millie wanted you to sleep. Figured if you couldn't leave, you'd decide to sleep longer."
"See, that's what I mean, Sam. I don't need to be taken care of by some chick who is apparently my soul mate. We just need to leave and never see her again."
"Dean, you're missing the point. She's not 'some stalker' who is obsessed with you. She's not going to try to force you into a relationship. She's just there to look out for you, no matter what."
"No matter how stupid and pigheaded you are, I'll always there to get you out of whatever mess you got into. You wanna go, go." I pulled the keys out of my pocket and tossed them at Dean. "You never wanna see me again, that's fine. But nothing you say or do will ever make me stop protecting you." I told him as I walked through the door, interrupting Sam's little speech.
Dean grabbed his duffle bag and started toward the door, said, "Get your things Sammy." And left.
"He's just – "
"It's okay, Sam. Here, give me your phone." I told him and he pulled it out of his pocket. I quickly typed in my number and gave it back to him.
"In case you ever need anything. I don't know how reliable the whole 'praying to a half angel' thing is."
"Thanks. It was nice meeting you, Millie." Sam said before reluctantly walking out the door with his own bag.
A week later they were in Carthage, Indiana where something was killing men and leaving huge stones in their stomachs. Not a pleasant way to die, if you ask me.
I knew the boys were having a hard time figuring the case out, but I wasn't. I knew exactly what they were up against and it didn't help me sleep at night. This wasn't going to be an easy hunt for them.
It was late afternoon when I felt my cell phone start to vibrate with a text message.
Anne's Diner. Twenty minutes.
I was glad that, even though Dean was being stubborn and wanted nothing to do with me, I was still able to help Sam out.
I made my way to the diner and walked around to the trunk of my simple, black, camaro. My bow was in its place among the weapons, but I couldn't walk in with it. I grabbed my go-to pistol in these situations and hid it beneath my green jacket, in the waistband of my dark jeans.
I pulled my dark hair out of its ponytail and ran my fingers through it a few times to get out any tangles as I walked into the diner.
I saw Sam sitting at a table near the back, his laptop in front of him with various papers spread out around him.
"Hey," I said as I sat down.
Sam let out a small sigh of relief, "Hey."
"Need some help?" I asked with a small smile. It looked like he hadn't slept a good four hours in days, and I knew he hadn't.
"Yeah. I don't know what it is about this one; we just can't figure it out. The men don't have anything in common other than the fact that they're jackasses to their family. And the stones . . ."
"It's Rhea." I told him.
"Rhea? The Greek God Rhea?"
"Yup. She's the mother of Gods like Hades and Zeus. Cronus, her husband, wasn't the best father. He was told one of his children would overthrow him, so as they were born… he ate them." I saw Sam's grimace as I said the words. "When Zeus was born, she gave him a rock instead of Zeus."
"So that's where the rocks come in." Sam nodded.
"Exactly."
"And she's killing bad fathers . . . like Cronus. So, how do we kill her?"
"That's the tricky part. The only way I know is an explosion, and a big explosion at that. It won't be easy."
"Well, who is this beaut – " I heard Dean's voice behind me and turned around. He stopped in his tracks when he realized it was me sitting with his brother.
"What is she doing here?" he asked as he sat at the table.
"She's helping, Dean. Like it or not, she can really help us out." Sam said, and immediately moved on. "For example, she actually knows what we're up against. So, maybe you should try to be less of an ass?"
Dean looked at me for a moment and then his brother before he cleared his throat and asked, "Well, what is it?"
After we got through explaining everything to Dean he took a few seconds to process everything. I knew what was coming next, though.
"Okay, well, we'll handle it from here then. You can go off and do . . . whatever it is that you do." Dean said as he stood up and threw some money on the table to pay for the food Sam had ordered earlier.
"Look, I get it. You don't like the whole soul mate thing, but there's not much you can do about it. I'm here to help. And I know you don't need protecting, but that's not going to stop me from keeping an eye on you. And, now that you know about me, I'm not going to just stick in the background."
"Me and Sam were doing just fine until you actually showed yourself."
"No. You weren't. And you know even though you didn't see me I've been doing whatever I can for you your entire life, Dean. So, whatever issues you have with me . . . get over it."
I went out to my car and opened the trunk, seeing what supplies I had. I couldn't let things with Dean get in the way of the real problem here, and that was Rhea.
"Have a plan?" Sam asked as he approached me.
"You and Dean head back to your hotel to try and find a summoning ritual for Rhea. I'll get the supplies we need for a big enough blast to kill the bitch."
Sam nodded and made his way over to the impala where his brother was waiting.
A few hours later I was setting up the timed explosive device we were going to use while Dean and Sam were making a trap for Rhea. Sam had found some ancient Greek symbol that would hold her in place once we got her here. Dean was working on the summoning.
If everything goes to plan, we'll get her here, trap her in the symbol, start the explosive, and get as far away from this abandoned warehouse in the next sixty seconds as possible. But, when does everything go to plan?
"Okay, I'm ready." I told the boys as I stepped away from the bomb, admiring my work.
"So, you push this," Sam pointed to the button in my hand, "and then in just a minute . . . "
At the same time, both Dean and I made poor attempts at explosion sounds. He smiled for just a few seconds before coughing and getting back to his work.
"Okay, lets get started, then." Sam said. He had finished painting the Greek symbol on the floor and Dean was finishing up his summoning with just a few steps left.
Dean dropped the last ingredient in and we waited.
"Really? Hunters and . . . you, you're strange." The voice came from behind us and we all turned. A woman who looked to be in her late thirties approached us.
She seemed to take a strange interest in me, never taking her eyes off of me, so I started to slowly back my way toward the binding symbol.
"I prefer the word unique."
"Unique . . . abomination . . . same thing really."
I took just a couple more steps backward, and Rhea took a couple more forward and landed in our trap.
"Doesn't matter too much, really. You'll be dead in a few minutes and I can go on with my abomination ways."
"Ah, yes, you all are under the impression that this chicken scratch will hold me."
All three of us suddenly had confused looks that quickly turned worried when Rhea stepped out of the circle.
I looked down at the button in my hand and then over to Dean and Sam who were gearing up for a fight.
"Run." I told them, and didn't give them time to argue as I pressed the button that started the sixty second countdown.
Sam, and surprisingly Dean, hesitated for a few seconds before the quickly made their way to safety.
"You stupid little girl. You'd rather us both die than a few horrible men?"
We were both slowly inching our way toward the closest door, but I wasn't going to let her past me.
I didn't get a chance to respond before the room was suddenly engulfed in flames.
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