I sat in my room at Bobby's, Duckie was swatting at my wings. I scowled at her and brought my wing up to my front, away from her kitty claws.
"Quit it." I told her. We hadn't showed Bobby the picture yet. Dean came into my room, looking at me with his concerned Dean look.
"How're you doing?" He asked. I merely snorted.
"I have wings, Dean, not cancer. I'm fine though, but Duckie won't leave my wings alone." I told him. Dean sat down, moving Duckie so he could sit directly beside me.
"So she can see them too, huh?" Dean asked, actually stroking the cat's head. I nodded.
"When are we gunna show Bobby?" I asked him. Dean looked at me from Duckie.
"Whenever you're ready, you wanna do it now?" Dean asked me in return. I shrugged, standing.
"Might as well." I told him. Dean stood up we went out the hall and down the stairs into Bobby's study and Dean got his phone out and showed Bobby the picture. Shock was dominant on his face. He looked at me and then leaned to the side, trying to get a better look at my back.
"Is this real?" Bobby asked. I nodded.
"They aren't visible to the human eye. You can't touch them either." I told him. Bobby took this into consideration, then a light bulb went off.
"Wait, those markings on that arrow, things are starting to make sense now." Bobby said, picking up a long thin box. He placed it on his desk and opened it, revealing my combusting arrow. Bobby took the arrow out of the hollowed out slot of the box. Dean took a weary step back.
"These symbols are Enochian, angelic. I'm thinking your daddy is an angel, Abbi." Bobby told me. I snorted for the second time today.
"Oh please! Angels don't exist! How many times do I have to say it?" I barked impatiently, looking between Dean and Bobby. Bobby scoffed.
"Well your feathers are proving otherwise, Abbi." He told me. I rolled my eyes, groaning annoyingly.
"Please, these mean NOTHING! I mean seriously! How many winged creatures are there?" I asked.
"Not too many that can make with a human mommy and make a baby, Abbi." I gave Bobby a look that would've killed him if looks could kill.
"Well I'm not counting out angels yet, girl." He told me, putting the arrow back in the box. I groaned.
"So since when have you had wings?" Bobby asked.
"Since the trickster." I told him sitting down on the couch, Bobby shook his head. I closed my eyes, stress increasing.
"So what do we do?" Dean asked Bobby, the old drunk sighed.
"Don't know. Didn't you say something about Abbi's necklace being able to call her father?" Bobby asked.
"Don't bother, it doesn't work. I got a scar on my neck because Daddy dearest decided not to show up at the auditorium when the trickster had a knife to my throat." I told them.
"If Daddy can't be bothered to show his feathered ass when I need him that's fine with me." I said, standing and leaving the house and went out into the metallic graveyard.
My dad, an angel! HA! Funniest thing yet. They were all nuts, angels and such, whatever.
But I was lying to myself. Deep down inside I knew they were right, I still believed in God and angels too. But why my father chose to work through the trickster though, that confused me. All the times I had been in danger and my father didn't bother to drop from Heaven and smite whatever was trying to hurt me. That was what really hurt me.
If he cared so much, why didn't he bother to show me? He dropped off gifts! But he couldn't be bothered to actually stop and talk to me? Was he feeling guilty or was he just too proud to show himself to me? It hurt, and it stabbed a blazing hot figurative knife into my one soft spot.
A tear escaped from the corner of my eye. I smacked it away with frustration. I never cried about it before, why should I start now?
Because of my father exists and he's an angelic douche⦠That's why I was crying. More tears fell, and soon I was fighting full on sobs.
"Why can't you bother to show yourself?! I nearly died back there at the college!" I yelled the last term to the sky in frustration. The clouds floated by carelessly.
"How could you lead me on that way?! I was a child, how could you lie?!" Tears blurred my vision terribly. I close my eyes, forcing the gathering tears to slide out from underneath my eyelids. I sat down, leaning against a car and buried my face in my hands.
I took a deep breathe, wiping tears away from my eyes. I fought to gain composure. I was scarred in more ways than one. I tried to hide it and I did a damned good job of it. That is, until I was forced to break down. If you run something to long, it will break. So my running constantly eventually ended in a brief mental break down like what I was experiencing now.
I suddenly felt insanely warm, despite the early January cold, not too warm, a toasty warm. It was like a hug, but no one was there. I looked around. I felt like someone had wrapped me in an electric blanket.
I've never left you. A voice whispered in the wind.
You were never in danger, I've always cared. I've never left you. You were never alone, my little puppy. The voice whispered. I looked around, my father? The feeling then disappeared, leaving me disappointed.
Now be the little warrior I know you are. He whispered one last time. I stood looking around, no one, and nothing, whatsoever.
"Alright." I whispered. I walked back into the house, a feeling of warm bliss bubbled in my chest. Entering the living room, I sat down on the couch.
"You okay, Abbi?" Bobby asked, I looked at him.
"Yeah, I couldn't be better, why?" I asked, Bobby reached under his desk.
"Come here girl, I got something I need to show you." He told me. I stood and walked over to his desk.
"Yeah Bobb-" Splash! Bobby had thrown water in my face. I wiped my eyelids before I opened my eyes.
"Um, Bobby?" I asked.
"You were acting weird, so I tested you, you pass." He told me simply.
"Pass what exactly?" I asked him
"The possession test." He told me simply, I nodded, understanding.
"Okay, that works, got a towel?" I asked him, Bobby nodded and handed me a handkerchief. I wiped my face dry
"So what's got you so giddy? When you left you looked like you wanted to blow up the universe." He told me. I smiled, laughing at him over exaggeration.
"I just needed to cool off some." I told him, he gave me a suspicious look. I ignored it and sat down on the couch.
"Where are Sam and Dean?" I asked him, looking around for any sign of my cousins. I found none.
"They went to the store." He told me. Duckie came down the steps and leapt up into my lap, curling up. She had missed me terribly. I pet her fur absent mindedly.
Sam and Dean came in the house, laden with groceries. Dean had a happy look on his face. I raised an eyebrow.
"What's with you?" I asked him.
"I got pie." He told me simply. I nearly died laughing. Dean and his pie, one of the funniest things I had ever witness.
"Are you going to share or is it all just for you?" I asked him.
"The apple is mine, I got you a cherry pie." He told me, I smiled.
"I freaking love you!" I told him, he laughed; unpacking groceries and putting them in their rightful places.
"I know you do, who doesn't love me?" Dean said sarcastically. I laughed.
"I can think of a few spirits or monsters whose list of favorite people does not contain the name Dean Winchester." I told him, he smirked.
"And I can think of a certain demi-god where the name Abbi Winchester is written at number one in pink with hearts drawn around it." Dean retorted, I fell over on my side, burying my face into the couch.
"Oh God, don't mention the Trickster!" I told him, Dean laughed.
"Haha, shut you up." Dean said proudly, I sat up rolling my eyes at Dean.
"Shut up Dean!" I told him.
"Hey, you be nice to me, I got you pie!" Dean replied, I laughed, smiling.
"Okay, fine!" I told him, surrendering the victory to my cousin.
