Oh Heavenly Father, Oh Heavenly…Daughter?
Chapter 4
Char's POV
Charoum quietly but swiftly shuffled around her room, fully clothed and fit for battle. She was now collecting her weapons and then she'd be off. Glancing up at the clock, she carefully took in the time. 7:55 A.M.
She had five minuets before she had to go. Carefully holstering her two .45's she walked over to the bed grabbing her sheathed double-edged blade, skillfully strapping it to her belt.
"Gun, check, blade, check, holy water…" reaching behind her and snagging the silver flask off the bed, she tucked it away in her black jean jacket pocket and nodded. "Check." Talking a deep breath, the young girl looked quietly back up at the clock and swallowed loudly.
7:59 A.M.
"Time to go." She murmured softly to herself, and after carefully lacing up her boots she slowly rose to her feet. With the soft flutter of feathers she was gone, leaving behind one single black feather in her midst.
Chuck's POV
"Crap, crap, crap, crap!" Chuck and he raced towards the young girl's cabin. "Oh, dear God, Dean's gonna kill me if she's gone. Crap crap crap crap CRAP!" Stumbling clumsily up the steps and to the door, he grabbed the handle, giving it a violent jerk and flinging the door open.
Sticking his head in, Chuck stared wildly around the room with eyes wide with horror.
"CHAR? Please tell me you're here!" He shouted, heart racing. When no answer came, he hung his head limply, only to be greeted by the displeasing sight of a single black feather in his line of vision. He let out a loud, dejected sigh.
"Dammit."
Char's POV
The young girl waited quietly outside the old abandoned building for her father and uncle. Gun out and safety off, she stared alertly around. You can never be too careful in high active croat zone. The bastards tended to hunt in packs and attack when least expected.
The sudden sound of gravel crunching and guns cocking caused her the quickly duck down behind the old, rusted out BMW. Thankfully, she had the perfect view of the gang from her spot, as to where they couldn't see her unless they looked directly at her and squinted.
Using her angelic powers to eavesdrop she heard her uncle's deep baritone voice give the orders. "You guys will all go in through the front and me and Mr. Smooth over here," Wow, she chuckled softly to herself, shaking her head, only Uncle Dean would actually rip on himself. "We'll go in through the back."
Char furrowed her brow. What was he talking about? If they went in through the front they'd get ambushed by Croats.
It was an obvious trap! Resa, seeming to pick up on this too, questioned hesitantly, "Uhh, I don't know about you boss but I'm pretty sure going though that building is basically strolling through no-mans-land. Croats are probably swarming the place.
The young girl nodded fastly in agreement. Yea! That's what she had said. Was Uncle Dean screwing with them or something? Apparently not, she thought to herself in disbelief as shewatched her uncle eye everyone carefully.
"Trust me you guys, I know what I'm talking about." Charoum felt her stomach knot.
That was the face Uncle Dean used whenever he was hiding something. It was one she was all too familiar with. A horrible thought entered her mind.
"No way." She murmured shakily to herself.
Uncle Dean wouldn't do that to them. Not to her Dad... There's just no way!
Insistent on staying in denial she looked back over to her uncle, desperate hope clawing at her heart. He wouldn't… Obviously latching onto her vibe, past Dean looked carefully towards his future self and spoke.
"Uh... Me? Can I talk to you over there for just a second?" He questioned carefully, pointing to a spot about ten feet away from her. Eyes opening wide as her uncle nodded slowly to him, Char quickly, and very, VERY quietly scrambled under the car for cover.
Both men walked over to the spot before they turned towards each other. Her uncle spoke first. "What is it?"
Staring him down, past Dean spoke firmly. "You know, I like to think I know myself pretty well. And I know that look you just gave those people. It's the look we give someone when we're hiding something."
Feeling her gut clench, Char nodded weakly in agreement. But he had a good reason right? Uncle Dean was just trying to help them, right? Looking back over to the two men, she saw her uncle glance down quietly before looking back up coldly. "Oh, is that right?"
Back turned to her the other man growled, "Yea, that's right. Now you can lie to them all you want you sneaky son of a bitch, but in risk of sounding clichéd, you can't lie to yourself. Now you want to tell me what the hell it is you're hiding?"
Stomach coiling, she cranked up her angel hearing as far as she could go so she could hear him clearly.
Eyes narrowed tightly on the past version of himself, he spoke after a moment, "They're bait," No… "I expect them to die, killing the croats and themselves in battle."
Oh, Christ, no… No, no, no, no, NO!
Tears started to stream down her face in denial. She could feel the disgust radiating off the past hunter as he responded. "You're going to just send them into the meat grinder? Those people trust you!" He hissed out angrily.
"They trust me to stop the Apocalypse!" Her uncle snarled back at him. Past Dean just shook his head sadly. "I don't know what happened to you. Because I would never, never send my friends to their deaths like that. Cass to?" He demanded, voice quaking.
Gushing streams of tears rolled down Char's face as she felt all moister leave her mouth and throat.
D-Daddy… NO! NO GODDAMMIT, UNCLE DEAN WOULDN'T DO THAT TO US! He loves her and dad!
Blinking through her streams of tears, she looked blinded towards her uncle, inwardly begging him to take back the horrible accusations he had earlier made, but he didn't.
"They knew what they were doing when they got into this. You and I both know that it's a kill or be killed job." The future hunter snarled.
Fists clenched at his sides, the other man shook his head. "Well what about that little girl, huh? Do you think that's how she'll see it? Just shrug, smile up at you and go, 'It's alright that you served my father's head on a silver fucking platter to all those monsters. As long as you had good intentions while doing it!'
Uncle Dean cringed a little at his past selfs words.
"You know what?" He growled out, shaking his head, "No. I'm not letting you do this."
Her uncle tilted his head, eyes calculating and cold. "Oh really?"
Nodding his head, the otherman growled out, "Yea, reall-" but never finished that sentence before her uncles arm shot out punching him straight across the face and knocking him unconscious.
Hands flying to her mouth, she let out a very soft muffled squeak of shock.
Watching in horror and mental agony as her uncle just stared quietly down at the unconscious man for a moment before muttering softly to himself, "I'm so damn sorry Char… but this is the way things have to be."
Her uncle allowed only solitary one tear to slide down his check before he turned around and walking away.
How do you react to something of this magnitude? Do you cry? Scream out in defiance maybe? Run up to him and plead on your knees to take it all back. Charoum Winchester did none of these things. This information was simply too much for her.
She couldn't accept that horrible, terrible truth. And simply fell unconscious in the agonizing process of trying to understand this.
I'm so damn sorry Char… but this is the way things have to be. I'm so dan sorry Char… but this is the way things have to be. I'm so damn sorry Char… but this is the way things have to be. Those last words repeated themselves over and over in her mind.
And she knew that she was supposed to be strong, supposed to be able to handle anything that was throw her way.
But... but she just couldn't handle this...
Char woke up around twenty five minuets later to the sound of rapid gunshots and shouts from inside the building. Fuck!
Scrambling out quickly from under the rusty old car, the girl bolted away from it and up to the wood door. Grabbing jerking her pistol up, she raised her booted foot and slammed it up against the door, sending flying open in one kick.
Leaping in, her head shot back and forth in high alertness before she heard the loud snarl from her side. Spinning around, the girl raised her gun and pulled the trigger, unloading a round of bullets in the infected woman that had been closing in on her side.
"C-Char? What the hell are you doing here!" She tilted her head back with a small, cocky smile towards Resa. "Couldn't let you guys have all the fun now could I?"
The woman looked like she was about to protest when her eyes suddenly went sharp. "Behind you!" She shouted.
Spinning immediately around, the Char quickly unloaded another couple of bullets into the approaching crazy eyed man. A sudden loud scream from behind her jerked her back around and the sight that she was met with made her stomach lurch.
Resa was dead and now over her body stood a carnivorous monster that had once been human, feasting happily on the soft flesh of her lower throat.
Gagging back her bile, she quickly pulled her gun up and shot the creature through the back of its head, killing it instantly. Staring mournfully down at her glassy eyed ex-friend, she didn't notice the sudden loss of gunshots and orders for more rounds of ammo.
It took her a moment, but she finally noticed the loss of noise and slowly turned around. Eyes carefully scanning the messy scene, she grimaced. Bodies of fallen comrades littered the grounds, along with the bullet filled bodies of the long dead Croatoan virus infected victims as well.
Her eyes suddenly landed on the fallen man's back.
She felt her stomach tighten as she saw him twitch ever so slightly and slowly started forward, gun raised in defense. His hood was at the moment pulled up over his head, so the back of it was not showing.
Slowly crouching down onto one knee, she carefully reached on arm out and lightly gripped his arm. She felt the man tense and she did as well, clutching her gun tighter as she expected him to spin around and attack her.
He didn't, instead slowly and very weakly turned towards her off his side, grunting out in an all to familiar voice. "If your gonna kill me make it quick you son of a bit-" He trailed off. She let loose loud gasp as his and my eyes met.
Tearing up in disbelief and horror, she weakly choked out one soft word as the tears started to stream down her face.
"Daddy?"
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