Chapter 9 – Who's Your Daddy?
Dean's head whipped around, shifting his gaze from Jo to Krysta. "You know him?" he asked, puzzled.
Krysta let out an exaggerated sigh. "Well, he is my uncle…" Her sarcasm drifted off upon receiving Dean's glare, deciding that his "I-am-so-not-in-the-freaking-mood-for-this" expression probably wasn't one to mess with. There was an uncomfortable silence before Dean turned his glare to Castiel.
"And when exactly," he shouted, "were you planning on telling us this?"
The angel shrugged. "It was not necessary until now," he simply stated. He frowned at Krysta and crossed his arms over his chest. "You should not be here."
Krysta rolled her eyes and snorted. "It's good to see you too, Cas. I'm really feeling the love." He tilted his head and Krysta could practically see the gears turning in his brain—it didn't make sense to him for her to say that. She almost went over to hug him and his "lost puppy" expression. Almost. She sighed. "That was sarcasm. Look, Uncle Cas, what are you doing here?"
Castiel stood up taller, pride flooding his face. "I am a part of 'Team Freewill,' as Dean puts it," he said seriously. Krysta looked at Dean mockingly, her eyebrows raised, as he shook his head. His silent message of "don't ask" was clear. Castiel continued. "I'll ask you again, Krysta. What are you doing here?"
Smirking, Krysta answered, her gaze still locked on the eldest Winchester. It was similar to that of a cat about to pounce. "I guess I'm the newest addition to 'Team Freewill'."
Dean scowled as she laughed. Yeah, there was no way she was gonna let that go.
"Wait," Sam intervened, "Cas, what did you mean when you said that she 'shouldn't be here'? I know she's your niece and all but I'm sure she knows how dangerous this is gonna be…" Bobby nodded in agreement.
The angel shook his head vigorously. "That is not what I meant, Sam." Krysta looked at her uncle in confusion. Where was he going with this? She tensed, knowing that she probably wasn't going to like the answer to her unasked question.
Jo had been silently observing their conversation from beside her mother. By now, she was just about to explode with her burning curiosity. "Well then, what did ya mean, angel-boy?" she asked, tapping her foot impatiently.
Castiel turned to her and Jo shifted uncomfortably under his gaze; it was like he was looking right through her.
He sighed in exasperation. "I mean, with the angels trying to kill her and the demons trying to kidnap her…one of the two should have happened by now." He ran his fingers through his messy hair uncomfortably, wishing he didn't have to be the one to tell them this.
Every human in the room balked at what Castiel told them.
Krysta however, paled. 'He wouldn't…' She directed her next thoughts towards the offending angel, frozen in fear, dreading the next words that would come out of his mouth. 'Uncle Cas, don't you dare! Please! Please don't do this to me!' she begged.
Ellen immediately took a step forward, partially shielding her daughter. "And why the hell would they be doing that?" she demanded in a low, dangerous voice. Her glare was fixed on Krysta as her hand twitched for her gun.
Krysta's eyes were wild as she tried to explain, only to find that her voice had been taken from her. Her hand flew up to her throat in surprise while her mouth still tried to form soundless protests. As she shot an accusing glare at her uncle, tears started to well up in her eyes. 'I'm sorry,' he spoke to her mind.
Castiel looked at Krysta when he spoke, his eyes full of pity. "It was not something that she did," he assured Ellen, sighing in relief as she relaxed slightly.
"It is because of who her father is—Lucifer."
Krysta froze. As soon as Castiel had said the name "Lucifer," the five hunters had instantly drawn their weapons. Their target; her. She gulped. Their faces were contorted with pure hatred and anger as the jumble of shouts assaulted her ears.
Jo had become defensive. "I had a bad feeling about this from the moment I laid eyes on her!" she cried, trying to shift any blame from her. "Y'all should've been more careful!"
"You idjets!" growled Bobby. "Can't believe I even let her in my damn house! What," he shouted at Krysta, "you think I'm washed out or somethin'? That I'm just some old crank who's lost my touch? I'll show you washed out..."
"I swear to God, if you lay a finger on my daughter, I'll make you wish you hadn't been born!" threatened Ellen, her mother-bear instincts kicking in. Tilting her head, her expression became even more ferocious as she snarled, "No, I'll make you wish you could die a slow, painful death! Why, by the time I'm done with you..."
Her voice was drowned out by Sam's. "Dammit!" he yelled. "This is just like Ruby! I should have known! I'm not gonna let some evil bitch screw with me and my family...not again!"
"'S not your fault, Sammy," Dean reassured him. His low voice was full of venom as he glared at Krysta. "The bitch tricked us all! You couldn't have known. Let's just gank her before—"
All at once, the room went quiet. The group of hunters' eyes grew wide as their mouths gaped open in shock; they couldn't produce any sound.
Castiel cut through the silence. "Quiet," he said in a low voice that was almost a whisper. It was easily heard in the silent room. His face was set with fierce determination. "No one," he directed mainly towards Dean, "will be ganking Krysta." A force to be reckoned with, he returned Krysta's voice with a wave of his hand, leaving the hunters to fume in silence.
Gasping at the sudden tingling feeling in her throat, Krysta turned to Castiel—still wary of the weapons that were trailing her—the hurt of his betrayal clear on her face. "Why?" she croaked, tears threatening to fall.
He turned to the humans. "We will be back." Castiel then proceeded to grab Krysta roughly by the wrist and flash them both out of Bobby's house.