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1))SPN Mum-Oh-ho! So John has just raised Echo from a baby, she isn't his by blood. That is why he says it's ok for her and Sam to be together. Hmmmm...I bet that Echo's mother was killed just like Mary! Maybe she's special too, and that's why she and Sam feel so 'right' together! Am I close? lol
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Me-So its been a while but you're kinda on the right track. I came off my hiatus stage and I got the like this one and next chapter ready to upload. Hope I havent kept you waitin too long :p
He who asks a question is a fool for five minutes; he who does not ask a question remains a fool forever.
Echo
The question left my lips and I'm out of breath. Three pairs of eyes turn towards me as the previous conversation ceases. The air seems to be filled with a staticky-electric-type feel as I await my father's-John's answer. A sheen of sweat sends a wet trickle down the back of my neck, but I feel cold all over.
"Are you?" I whisper. Daddy stands, brushing calloused fingers, hands that I grew up holding, back through his course, dark hair.
"Babygirl, I never wanted it to come to light like this..." He trailed off or at least I think he did. My ears started ringing and I felt my knees begin to buckle. Sam shot up from his seat on the bed and caught me around my waist. Where his hands touched me, I felt soothing warmth emanating from his fingertips. I raised my eyes and met Sam's, desperation plain on my face. He moved me to the nearest bed and I sat down, pulling my knees up to my chest. I looked at Daddy, taking deep breaths.
"Alright, John," I could feel the cold distance in my voice as if it were something I could reach out and touch. "Tell me everything..." He looked broken, as broken as I felt.
"Baby, are you sure, right now? Ready?" Daddy asked, moving in front of me and laying a hand on my knee. I met his eyes, willing myself to bite back the tears.
"I don't think I'll ever be ready...but I need to hear this, Daddy. I need to know."
He nodded, pulling a chair over. Sam took a seat a few inches from me, comfortably close yet too far for some reason...
"Your mother was an amazing woman-" He started but I cut him off.
"Was?" My voice broke.
"Is," he corrected, "Is. She's still here, alive and well, honey." I released air I hadn't realized I had been holding. "I love you, Echo," he continued. "And I raised you as my own. But I had made a promise to your parents. I took you in, hid you away. She loves you, dearly, but the way it is between your mother and father...you would have been killed, baby." He stopped, searching for words.
I found my voice. "What are they, Daddy?" He scratched his neck.
"Exact opposites, but they were so in love, though they were supposed to be disgusted by each other." He seemed to be avoiding my question.
"Daddy," I said enunciating clearly. "What are they?"
He looked down, breaking our eye contact. When he looked back up, the look in his eyes filled me with dread. "Your fathers name is Alec. And your mother's is Chrissiel. They are angel and demon..."
