Hi everyone! I would first like to start out by saying that my later chapters have more visitors than the earlier ones. If you haven't read all the chapters, I would encourage you to do so! I feel like you must be very confused if you skipped one, but maybe not. Anyways, thank you all for sticking with me! And a special thanks to snn7b and YXE for the reviews! The storyline is going to follow the show's plot more closely now starting between episodes 7 and 8 of season 4, so if you haven't at least finished season 4, there will most likely be spoilers. You have been warned.
Abigail woke up on a bed in a dirty motel room. She lay there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling and trying to remember where she was. Then she remembered. Shapeshifters. She had been fighting shapeshifters... With Castiel and Gabr... Suddenly the memories all washed over her like a tidal wave. Her parents, the twins, bloodied on the floor. And Claire... She pushed those thoughts down. First things first- she had to figure out where she was.
She sat up slowly, wincing as the bed creaked slightly under her shifting weight. She noticed bloodstains on the bedspread and vaugely wondered if it was her's or someone else's blood. She could feel a few bandages on her arms, legs, and stomach, but none of them hurt too badly. Looking around the room she froze. Silouetted against the light coming from the kitchen-type area were two men, one extremely tall and the other smaller but well-built. They were talking softly, looking at what appeared to be a laptop. Although their backs were to her, Abigail could tell she didn't know them. A million thoughts whirled through her mind about who might have brought her to a dirty motel room, unconcious, and none of them were good. Moving slowly so as not alert the men that she had woken up, Abigail climbed off the bed and stood up. Looking down, she realized her clothes, although burnt, torn, and bloodstained, were all still there, including her boots. She pulled out her blade, which had somehow made in back into her shoe admist the fighting, and silently crept towards the men.
Finally the taller one looked up. "Holy Sh..." He began, but Abigail hit him on the head with the hilt of the blade, sending him sprawling on the floor.
"What the Hell?" Cried the shorter one, grabbing for her wrist, but Abigail was too fast. Hooking her leg behind his, she sent him tubling down underneith her, pinning him to the ground. Rolling off of him, she ducked underneith the taller one, who had gotten up and was trying to grab her, sending him straight past her and into the wall. The shorter one finally got ahold of her shoulder, but she twisted, ignoring the protests of the cut on her stomach, causing him to loose his grip. She got around behind him and pushed him into the table with her shoulder. He gasped as the air was knocked out of him and tried to push her off as she struggled to hold him down.
"Abigail! Stop! Stop!" A familiar voice cried out, grabbing her by both arms and pulling her off the smaller man. She looked up and over her shoulder, realizing it was Castiel who had her. "These men are safe. They're friends. Stop. You're safe." Abigail stopped struggling, allowing Castiel to hold her arms behind her back as he pulled her away.
The two men stood up panting. Belatedly she noticed that the taller of the two was bleeding from his head where she had hit him, and the other had a split lip from when his head slammed into the table. The smaller man glared at the angel holding her. "What the Hell Cas! You didn't tell us she was going to go all apeshit the moment she woke up!"
"My apologies. I didn't expect her to react that way." He looked down at her, switching back to Enochian. "If I release you, will you be calm and not make a run for it?" Abigail nodded, and he released his grib on her arms. Abigail took the opportunity to slip the angel blade back into her boot, rubbing her wrists.
"Ummm Cas? Were you just speaking Enochian?" the taller man asked.
"Yes." Cas replied. The two men exchanged glances before looking back at Abigail, who blushed a bit.
"Sorry for attacking you," she said in English. "I didn't realize you were Castiel's friends."
"Oh so that makes it alright?" The shorter man said, one hand still leaning heavily on the table. "You can't just attack people like that!"
Abigail crossed her arms. "I woke up in a sketchy motel room with two strangers without any memory of how I got here, except for that I was fighting two shapeshifters who killed my entire family. So, I'm sorry, but frankly, what was I supposed to do?"
The man looked like he was about to respond, but the taller one put his hand on his shoulder, silencing him. "Listen, how about we start over, okay? My name is Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean." Dean rolled his eyes.
"My name's Abigail Fordyce." The look both boys gave her was confused.
"Not Fordyce as in Peter Fordyce?" Dean asked incredulously.
Abigail blinked. "Not Winchester as in John Winchester?" Uncle John had been Abigail's godfather, although he had died about two years back. She didn't get to see him very often, but he would always come by on her birthday at least. He was the one who had taught her how to shoot a gun and drive stick.
"But Uncle Pete didn't have any kids." Sam said accusativly.
"He had four, actually. And what about you? I don't recall ever hearing Uncle John talk about you?"
"Wait, Uncle John?" Dean said, glancing at Castiel. "I thought you said she was our sister?"
Abigail spun around to face the angel. "Cas?" Castiel looked vaugely uncomfortable. "Castiel. What does he mean? Tell me."
Castiel sighed. "Peter Fordyce was not your father. John Winchester was. Your mother was a woman named Anna Hanson, whom John had an affair with on one of his trips. She died in childbirth. When you were born, John was on the road with Dean and Sam already, hunting monsters and demons. It's what the Winchesters do. He wanted a better life for you, so he left you with the Fordyces, who at that point had no children, as John and Peter were partners before Peter gave up hunting. Peter took you in as his own, under the promise that John would visit you as long as Peter would pretend you were their's. He also promised never to tell you about the supernatural world. Neither of them knew you were a prophet. You were kept apart from Sam and Dean, with each of you never knowing that the others existed."
Abigail took a shaky breath, fighting back tears. "How long have you known?" she whispered, meeting his bright blue eyes with her stormy grey ones.
Castiel broke the stare, choosing instead to look at his feet. "Ever since the day you were born. The first day I met you."
Tears began to slip down Abigail's face, despite her best efforts. Her family, who was now not even her family, was dead, and she was finding out from her best friend/guardian angel that he and everyone else had been lying to her for eighteen years. "And you never, not once, thought to TELL ME?" She was shouting now, half in anger, half in sadness.
"It was not my secret to tell."
"WE'RE FRIENDS! YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME ANYWAYS!" Castiel didn't respond to this. There was nothing to say. The two stood there in silence for a minute, Abigail blinking back tears, Castiel avoiding her gaze.
Dean and Sam had been watching the exchange silently, unable to understand exactly what was being said, but judging by the reactions of both parties, they could guess. After a minute of the oppressive silence, Sam cleared his throat. Both the angel and the girl looked at him as if they had forgotten he was there, and Abigail blushed. Sam just gave her a small smile. "Hey, um, Abigail? You're still all covered in blood, so how about we loan you some clothes, you go take a shower, and when you're done, the four of us can talk?" Abigail returned the small smile and nodded, still trying to blink away the tears that she hadn't allowed. She was given a pair of jeans and a old plaid shirt of Dean's and headed into the small bathroom.
...
As the door shut, Sam and Dean turned to face Cas. "She speaks Enochian?" Dean asked, crossing his arms.
Cas nodded. "It makes communication easier. A lot is lost in the translation between English and Enochian, so when I have something important to say, it is better that we speak in a common language."
"Well, as we don't speak your angel language, mind telling us what went down?"
Cas sighed. "I explained to her what I told you both earlier- about her true parentage and why she was raised by your "Uncle" Peter. She got upset when she found out I have known since she was born and never took the inititive to tell her. Now if you don't mind, I have somewhere I need to be."
Dean grabbed the angel's jacket. "Woah woah woah. You can't just drop the "You've got a teenaged half-sister" bomb and then leave."
"Yeah Cas, I think you really ought to stay and work this one out with us." Sam interjected. Cas just shook his head.
"I've been here too long as is. You forget, I am and Angel of the Lord. I have other responsibilities outside of you humans and your problems. I will be back sometime tonight." With that he dissapeared.
"Cas! Dammit." Dean shouted, kicking the bedframe. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked around the room. His eyes stopped on Sammy. "I'm going out. I'll be back."
Sammy's shook his head. "Oh no. You are not going off and getting drunk and leaving me to deal with this on my own!" He looked towards the bathroom door, listening to the sound of the shower running.
Dean's eyes were vacant as they met his brother's. "Please Sammy. I'll be back in an hour. I just... I need some time to figure this out." With that he turned and strode out.
Sammy sighed and sat down on the couch, his eyes flicking back and forth from his laptop screen to the bathroom door, as if it were a timebomb, about to go off.
Yay! I love when chapters get done in a timely manner! Sorry if this chapter seems a bit rushed, it's a bit of a filler so I could get started on the next one. Anyways, hope you enjoyed, and as always reviews are greatly appreciated :)
