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this would've been out sooner but I caught a really nasty cold this weekend D:
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Chapter 3: Daddy Issues
Susannah's POV
"I..didn't know you had a sister."Cas says.
"Wait a second, What?" Dean responds taken aback.
"That is NOT our sister." Sam points finger and shakes his head.
"You shouldn't point it's rude." I say to him snidely. I turn to Cas, "Sorry to rain on your parade, but uh no... They ain't my kin." Thank God...
"You all share John Winchester's DNA." Cas says. "He had no brothers or sisters, so there is no other explanation."
"And just how the hell do you know that-"
"I'm an angel of The Lord."
"Bullshit-"
"Shut up," Dean cuts me off "Why are we just finding this out, Cas? I mean first Adam now...her?"
"Who the fuck is Adam-"
"Shut up!" Dean and Sam both say in unison.
I huff and glare at both of them.
"Wait a minute, Cas, if you knew our dad didn't have any siblings, how come you didn't know if we had any other siblings." Sam questions.
"Well technically I did, but Susannah was supposed to have been killed three years ago. I don't understand how she's here now."
All the color drains from my face.
"I was supposed to have died that night..." I was deep into thought when Dean suddenly pulls out a gun from behind him and points it dead at me.
My eyes widen and I back up frantically onto the head of the bed.
"No, P-please, please don't, wh-what are you doing?" I feel my voice start to break, and a lump begins to form in my throat.
"If you died 3 years ago how the hell are you here now, huh? What are you? Ghoul? Demon?" Dean says in a brute voice.
"What?! I-I don't know what your talking about!" I feel the hot tears begin to stream down my face. "I'm only fifteen, p-please don't kill me, I don't know anything I swear!" I say between sobs. I know I probably sound and look pathetic but I don't care, I don't want to die. Not now, not like this.
Deans POV
I lower my weapon. Even if she is a monster I don't know if I'd have the heart to kill her. I look to Sam and he just shrugs with a shocked expression.
"Susannah is not a supernatural being of any type. I would have sensed it." Cas looks to me with a face that would be considered expressionless to most, but I can tell it says "Nice going, Dean."
"Oh, what you couldn't have told me that before I traumatized the girl?" I gesture to Susannah who has her head in her knees, sobbing uncontrollably.
Castiel gives me a slightly annoyed glare, and walks over to Susannah. He gently taps her forehead and she immediately passes out, half of her body drooping over the side of the bed.
"Shes been hidden from angels, I don't understand why, though. I figured she was quite insignificant."
"Well apparently not, because somebody wanted her alive-"
"DEAN." Cas snaps, a frustrated look in his eyes. "The matter of Susannah can be discussed later. I need to know whether or not you have come to your senses about agreeing to be Michael's Vessel."
"Damn it, Cas, I already explained this to you once. Somebody has to stop Lucifer, I'm the only one for the job and if you expect me to just sit back while he releases armageddon, you've got another thing comin'."
Cas just looks at me with tired exasperation, and slightly narrows his eyes. "I'm sorry to hear that." He raises two fingers to my forehead, and before I can even react everything goes black.
Susannah's POV
I slowly blink open my eyes to be greeted by the familliar leather of the couch in the minister's office.
"Well that was a fucked up dream." I think as I trace circles into the fabric with my fingers. "Wait a minute... this couch was red last night now it's-"
"Yeah, no, this is good. Really. You know, eight months of turned pages and screwed pooches but tonight, tonight's when the magic happens." A disturbingly familiar voice says.
"Oh shit." I jolt up frantically and flip over, drastically miscalculating it and slipping off the couch onto the hard wood floor.
"Owww..." I groan in pain.
"Uhh... You okay?" Sam says above me.
"Ughh, yeah..." Out of the corner of my eye I spot an empty beer bottle. "Yeah...I'm FINE!" In one swift motion I grab the bottle and hit Sam hard in the family jewels with it.
He grunts and doubles over, nearly falling on me and muttering out string of dirty words.
I scramble to my feet and dash towards the kitchen, snatching up my little blue backpack conviently sitting in my path.
Quickly I scan the kitchen for a backdoor, sliding on my feet 'Breakfast Club' style and nearly falling down again. Finally I spot it at the far end of the house through another arch. Adrenaline is searing through my veins, as I rush towards it.
I grip my sweaty palms around the dull brass knob and yank hard - of course it's fucking locked.
"AAGH!" I let out a frustrated a shriek and repeatedly slam my shoulder into the door in an attempt to break it down.
"Would you cut it out?" Dean's voice says from behind me.
This only causes me to bang on the door faster and harder. I can feel all the adrenaline quickly converting into pure terror.
"CALM DOWN, KID." Dean shouts sternly and spins me around to face him.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I shriek and shake out of his grip. I'm panting now, close to hyperventilating.
Dean takes a small step back "Look, I understand that you're confused but I'm gonna need you to calm down before-"
"C-C-Calm down?" I sputter incredulously. "CALM DOWN? I'VE JUST BEEN FUCKING KIDNAPPED YOU EXPECT ME TO BE CALM?" I grab my head and clutch the roots of my hair.
"We just wanna talk to you is all." He says cautiously as if I'll literally explode at any second.
"Oh- REALLY? Is that why you pulled a gun on me at the motel? Is- is that why you had your freak alien friend knock me out and drag me here just so you could FUCKIN' TALK TO ME? HUH? HUH?!" I scream at him. No no no no, this can't be happening to me. He doesn't even get a chance to respond because I just burst into tears, not even caring anymore, I just wail like a baby.
"Oh god no, please don't turn on the waterworks, not again."
I don't try to hold back at all, dignity is the last thing on my mind right now.
"Y-y-you guys are gon' kill me!" I manage to choke out, "And -and then you're gonna bury me in the backyaaard!" The last few words get caught in a long wail.
"No, Susannah - were not burying you in the backyard-"
"BUT YOU'RE STILL GONNA KILL ME?"
"No!" Dean gives and exasperated sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Would you please just come back into the living room so we can talk about this?"
I hug my arms and shake my head, still petrified.
"Okay, we can do this the easy way or the hard way-"
"What's that supposed to mean?!" I exclaim horrified and back up into the door.
"Nothing, just - ugh. Come on."
Hesitantly, I follow Dean back into the living room. I had been in such a panicked hurry earlier so I didn't really get a good look at my surroundings Sam is curled on the couch holding an ice pack to his crotch. A man with a scruffy gray beard and a baseball cap sits behind a desk stacked with a ton of books and papers. In front of the desk is the freaky teleporting guy from the motel, who once again, is staring me down with an unreadable expression.
"Hi Darlin," The man behind the desk says to me.
Southern accent. Well thats comforting... kinda.
"Hi," I reply quietly and begin to gnaw on the inside of my lip- a nervous habit i've had since I was a baby.
The room goes awkwardly silent aside from Sam groaning every now and then.
Finally, I speak up in a raspy voice. "Can I go home?"
"No." Dean replies, he's obviously trying to refrain from taping my mouth shut and just shoving me in a corner.
"Why not?"
Freaky trenchcoat man tilts his head and narrows his eyes at me, "Your house burned down 3 years ago?"
"Shut up!" I snap at him. I look to the man in the baseball cap. "Why can't I leave?"
"Because it's not safe." Dean answers instead.
"Ain't ask you." I mutter under my breath.
"What was that?" He raises an eyebrow
I narrow my eyes at him. "How isnt it safe?"
Dean sighes and looks to the man behind the desk then to trenchcoat man.
"Well?" I'm still waiting for a good answer.
Trenchcoat man turns to me, "You might be a possible vessel."
"A what?" What in the hell is this fella talkin' bout...
"Cas.." Dean warns.
"A vessel- for Michael," Cas pauses. "Or Lucifer."
"Wait- as in the devil? Okay, hold on a second, what the HELL is going on,"
"The apocalypse," Cas nods.
"CAS."
"What, Dean?"
"You weren't supposed to tell-" Dean stops mid-sentence and pinches the bridge of his nose.
I'm literally speechless, my mouth is halfway open and I'm just looking from person to person in the room.
"Y'all crazy."
"No, Susannah it's -"
"Y'all are either crazy, or some sorta devil worshippers, HELL you're probably both, but I don't deal with NEITHER."
"Listen, it's hard to explain and we don't expect you to understand but-" Dean starts.
"The power of Christ compels you!" I snatch off my cross necklace and shake it in his face. He clenches his jaw and exhales frustratedly through his nose.
Meanwhile, the man behind the desk starts chuckling."I like her!" He says.
Dean glares at him before turning back to me.
"You were supposed to burst into flames..." I mutter, rather dismayed.
"Yeah, it doesn't work that way." He replies and pushes my arm out of his face.
"...Oh." I pause awkwardly. "Still- you can't keep me here. I has rights."
"Have." Sam pipes up from the couch.
"What?" Dean and I at the same time.
"It's 'I have rights' not 'I has rights' " He says matter-of-factly.
I can't even respond to that, I just stare at him with the best 'I don't give a flying fuck' expression I can pull.
Dean rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to me "Where're you gonna go? I mean, we're probably your only living relatives-"4
"Whoa whoa whoa, hold up now." My heart skips a beat. "What're you talkin' bout?"
"Sam and I, we're your brothers."
I narrow my eyes at him and shake my head. "No, you're not...I - my momma never... just - no."
"No hun, Your Daddy- John Winchester." The man in the baseball cap says.
It takes me a minute to process all of this. "Oh...Figures." I scoff. "My momma always said my Daddy wasn't shit."
"HEY."
"Watch it, hillbilly." Sam and Dean retort defensively.
"Sorry." I say - though it's obvious I don't mean it.
Freaky-alien boy suddenly winces and grabs his head.
"Cas, you okay?" Sam asks.
"No." He replies gruffly
"Whats wrong?"
"Somethings happening."
"Where?" Dean starts to ask him, but Cas vanishes with a gust of air.
"What the-" I look around the room "How the hell-" I begin, but decide its probably too complicated, and I most likely dont even want to know. I sigh. "This is too much."
"You want a drink?" Dean offers "Theres some whiskey in the-"
"She's 15, Dean." the man behind the desk cuts him off.
"I was kidding."
I chuckle, "Well actually, I'm starving." It was true. I hadnt eaten since I'd left the church at about eleven AM yesterday morning. I was already scrawny as all get out, and I couldnt afford to end up fainting of malnourishment. I gallop back into kitchen, "What ya'll got to eat in here?" I say while opening the small green fridge.
"Well she warms up fast." One of the brothers says.
"Make yourself at home, darlin'."
I grin and pull out some a loaf of bread and some ham to fix myself up a sandwich.
"Nah, I never really knew my Daddy too well." I say to the man who told me I can refer to him as 'Uncle Bobby' before popping the last bit of my sandwich into my mouth."I think I met him once? Or twice I dunno. Yeah it was twice. He came 'round one Christmas and my momma threatened to smack the devil outta him." I giggle at the memory. "Where's he at nowadays?" I take a sip from my water.
"Well actually, He passed away a couple years ago." Uncle Bobby replies with a touch of pity in his voice.
"...Oh." I bite my lip and stare at the ground for a minute, fiddling my thumbs over the condensation on my water glass. My thoughts are interrupted by the sudden odd sound of a whoosh and flapping wings. I glance up to see Cas is back and is carrying some fella covered in dirt; I nearly choke on my water.
"Help." He says to no one in particular.
"Boys!" Bobby calls urgently
Cas looks up at me with the death glare.
"Uhh... Should I move or.."
He narrows his eyes at me.
"Okayyy I'll take that as a yes." I awkwardly scoot off the couch move out of his path. Cas lays the man down on the couch.
"Who is it?" Uncle Bobby asks as he hurriedly wheels himself over to the couch. Sam and Dean rush into the living room and their faces immediately are stricken with dread and confusion.
Sam gulps, "That's our brother."
ew. ew ew. this chapter sucked ass, it was mainly a filler, and I'm sorry for making you guys wait so long for this poo D: It would've been out last weekend but noo, I caught a case of overnight flu ~_~ The story REALLY picks up in the next chapters, so GIT READY!
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