3rd Person POV
Her body rippled and shook as she seized dropping the lighter she had previously been holding. She plummeted backward into a confused and startled Sam, who caught her (now limp) form. He looked to his brother for advise that was not given, and instead the two shared a look and began the process of trying to wake the girl.
"Shit! Dean what do we do?" Sam questioned looking from his big brother to the unconscious child in his arms. Dean leapt into action standing off the bed and helping Sam readjust Hunny.
"Sam, go get a wet rag or towel or something for her forehead," Dean commanded Sam. Sam obediently left the room while Dean got Hunny comfortable and checked her breathing. Sam raced down the hall but stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the front door open. He looked down and saw a man, who he thought must have been Hunny's dad. He quietly and quickly ran on the tips of his toes back to her bedroom and shut the door almost completely behind him.
"Dean," he whispered harshly to his brother who was still tending to Hunny and did not acknowledge him,"Dean!" Sam whispered a little louder causing him to look up. "What?" he asked Sam looking at him searching for the towel he was supposed to have. Sam pointed at the floor and brought his finger to his lips walking as silently as possible in Dean direction. Confusion danced across Deans face until realization hit when Sam gripped him tight and pulled him toward Hunny's closet. Now safely inside Sam quickly whispered to his brother, "Daddy's home." The doorknob turned slowly and a man stumbled into the room, the stench of alcohol reaching the boys in the closet. The man continued to stumble toward the bed. He plopped down, rather ungracefully, near the edge of the mattress. He whispered something incoherent and began to cry.
Hunny POV***** Crying? Whose crying? Where's Sam? Where's Dean? Why are they crying? Which one's crying? "Sam? Dean?" I questioned sitting up and blinking my vision clear. My dad saw me wake up and wiped a few tears trying to stop crying. He looked to me confused and disgruntle.
"Whose Sam and Dean?" he slurred out between sniffs. It didn't really matter if I lied or not he wouldn't remember what I say in the morning anyway.
"No one, weird dream," I tell him. He shrugs me off and stands up, wobbling all the way to the door. It's a long shot but I ask anyway.
"Hey dad," I call and he turns back around, "did you, um? Did you know about mom?" He looked at me confused and teary eyed. He shamelessly wiped his nose on his work jacket like a five year old and stumbled back over to my bed. He sat down shaking the bed frame with his plop. He had stopped crying by now and he asked me,
"What about Mom, Hunny?" I went on the knowledge that he wouldn't remember any of this in the morning anyway and kept going.
"That she was a witch?" I asked waiting for his reaction. His faced blanked a little and I could tell that sobered him up a bit. When he spoke his words were clearer.
"How'd you know about that?" he asked looking at me seriously. He noticed the absence of my locket and looked back to my face sternly. He asked, "Where's the locket Hunter?" I winced when he said my full name. He only said it when I was in real trouble.
"Mom, she was haunting me, so I burnt it. It worked though," I told him. He face might have been comical if I weren't in such a serious situation. It changed from confused, concerned, and angry in 0.05 seconds.
"She was here? Why didn't you tell me?" he shouted standing up from my bed, no longer wobbling, completely steady and sober. Also pissed...
"It wasn't really her dad, she killed Karen. it wasn't her for real," I tried explaining quietly to him.
"Do you understand how much I loved her? How much I still do? I miss her Hunter! To see her for one last ti-" I cut him off from his shouting at me. I stood up and planted my feet firm trying to get through to him.
"It! Wasn't! Her!" I shouted each word separately. He looked at me sad once more but this time was different, he wasn't just sad or upset or, just drunk. He was furious. At me. He'd never been angry at me. He raised his hand up and it stung when the blow landed. I turned back to him, wanting to cry but not allowing myself to as power raced through my veins. My hand rose on instinct and I allowed my instinct to take control. I had been hurt and this was defense. My father flew against the wall with a force that knocked down my picture frames. I held him in place. "Don't touch me!" I screamed at him as he struggled to free himself from the wall. I let him drop and he lay in a heap on the floor. Suddenly Sam and Dean bust out of my closet looking surprised and alarmed. I looked at them and back to my father. Realization hit me like a bag of bricks. What had I just done? I panicked and three words pounded in my head. Anywhere but here. Anywhere but here. Anywhere but here!
I shut my eyes tight and brought my hands to my head as the energy and tingle of the power surged straight to my head this time. When I opened my eyes I was in an empty field. I looked around confused. It was beautiful but I had no clue where I was.
"Hello," a deep monotone voice said from behind me. I jumped at the sound and turn to look at him. The first thing I noticed was his long, tan trench coat.
"Who are you?" I asked raising my hand as if it were a weapon, except I couldn't feel anything this time.
"I'm Castiel, angel of the lord. I intercepted you," he told me glancing at my hand and noticing my confusion, "Don't worry, it will take some practice but you'll get full control of your powers soon enough." I lowered my hand and then it hit me.
"Wait! You're a what?" I asked my tone louder then I intended.
"I'm an angel of the lord," he confirmed. I nodded my head mechanically taking in the new information. He walked up to me and got a little too close for my level of comfort with attractive older men, "Time to go home," he said touching two fingers to my forehead. I felt like I was falling but before I could comprehend we were back in my bedroom. I glanced around and nothing had changed much. Dean looked to me and Castiel questioningly.
"Cas?" he asked the angel, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here because I heard the demons and angels talking and I thought it'd be best if I go to Hunter first. They are looking for her. We need to move, when she used her power she set of a magical flare of sorts. They know our location, we must go," Castiel finished. He laid his hand on my shoulder and the feeling of falling reintroduced itself to my stomach