I walked out of the house, Sam and Dean watching me leave. My phone buzzed.
You alright, Confetti? You're sending off some major distress signals. It was Dad's message. Good I had needed to talk to him.
Yeah; I need to tell you something. But I want to tell you in person. It's really bad. I told him.
"What is it, Confederate?" He asked, appearing. I jumped, and then looked around making sure no one was in the junk yard that had a personal vendetta against him. I saw neither one of my cousins or Bobby.
"Dean… he sold his soul." Before I could continue Dad got a sour look on his face.
"He what?" Dad asked.
"Sam got killed and Dean sold his soul to get Sam back. This all happened when I was with you. But he's dying in a few months. D- Do you think you could stop it?' I asked him Dad gave me a look.
"I can try, Confederate; but I can't really guarantee anything. But trust me; if I can't fix it; your cousins can. They're Sam and Dean freaking Winchester; they do whatever they want. But I'll get on it. I have to go; your cousins are looking for you. Later Confederate." He told me with a wink. I smiled as he left. Whenever he was around I felt happier.
"Hey Abbi. I have something to talk to you about." I turned around, it was Sam. He had his laptop.
"Yeah, sure, what is it?" I asked. He put the laptop on a car and opened it up. Pictures of a crime scene were on the screen.
"Um, Bobby had me do some research on your parents' death. The closet you were in, it was covered with these sigils. Look." Sam said, scrolling down and showing me a picture of a dark wooden door covered in white drawings. I squinted at them in curiosity.
"Abbi; Bobby's been studying Enochian. He's learned enough to tell you that this is protective sigils; against an angel. We think an angel killed your parents, trying to kill you." He told me. My jaw dropped.
"What?" I asked.
"Y-yeah." Sam said. I sat down in shock.
"An angel killed my mother? D- Do you think it was my dad?" I asked. Sam didn't reply
No, you know I wouldn't do that. I loved her. Besides I'm not your typical angel. Dad's voice whispered in my ear.
Then who?
I don't know.
"I thought angels were protectors?" Why would they kill two humans and try to kill their daughter?" I asked. Sam gave me a look.
"Abbi, you're a nephil. Biblically you're unclean. We're assuming it was some angel's job to kill you. You're mom must've learned some protection from your father to make sure you were okay. Your father cares about you, Abbi. Whether you know it or not." He told me. I nodded. I couldn't believe an angel killed my parents. I gave a heavy sigh and shook my head.
"Well there's a case in Cali, do you want to come with Dean and I? A hunt might get it off your mind." Sam told me. I shook my head.
"No, I think I need to just hang around here. Maybe Bobby will need some help with something. You two go on without me." I told him Sam gave a meaningful look then patted my shoulder and left.
"Did you give her the sigils?" I asked.
"No; I didn't know an angel was after her or you. She must've got them somewhere else. I just don't understand why she didn't call me. I would've protected you two, whether she wanted to be with someone else or not. You're my baby girl. She was one of the first real relationships I had in centuries." Dad told me, sitting down out of sight of the house but in my peripheral
"Why did you leave anyways?" I asked. He gave me a look.
"To avoid what happened to your family. I was wrong though." Dad told me. I frowned. The rumble of the Impala started and Dean came around the corner, Dad fell silent and scooted a little further away from me.
"Alright Abs, Sam and I are going to take off. If you need anything; just call. Okay?" Dean asked, kneeling and putting his hand on my shoulder. I smiled at him.
"It's okay, Abbi; your mother may be dead; your dad may be an absent angelic douchebag; but you still have me, Sam, and Bobby. You'll be fine." He told me.
"Yep. You guys are all I need." I told him. He gave me his charming Dean smile.
"Alright; we're going to get going like I said, if you need anything just call." Dean told me. I nodded.
"I will." I told him. He smiled and left. The sound of the Impala faded off into the distance. Dad came closer to me.
"I gotta go for real this time; there's a jerk in Colorado who needs to be dealt with. He kissed me temple and vanished.
"Bye Confederate." He told me. I stood up after he left and went back into the house; night time was falling and I was getting tired. I went into the kitchen and sat down, Bobby was mulling over a book in the study.
"Are you hungry, Bobby?" I asked him, turning in the chair. He looked up at me.
"Yeah, why?" He asked.
"I know a few recipes." I told him.
"If you need something you can go to the store." He said. I nodded and went in the fridge. There was nothing I could work with.
"Okay I'm going to the store. I need a working car." I told him, turning around.
"There's a perfectly good Volkswagen Beetle outside. I think the keys are in the glove department." He told me. I nodded.
"I'll be back in a few then." I told him going outside. I walked around looking for the Bug. I stopped when I saw the powder blue Bug. I smiled, going and looking at the license plate. It was the same as the one from my escape car. It was my escape car. I laughed and opened the car door. I got in and opened the glove compartment and got the keys out. There was a note in there as well.
Thought you might need this. I smiled and started the car. I pulled out of the salvage yard and went to the store.
I parked and went inside after checking to see if I had the card that Miracle gave me. I grabbed a buggy and went to the meat area and grabbed a package of chicken. I went to the produce and picked out some vegetables and then paid for it and left.
I got back to the salvage yard and started cooking. Bobby came in when I called him and was practically stunned by what I made. I did the dishes and took a shower and went to bed.
Two voices begged for life not theirs; but their daughters.
Please, just let her live. She's an innocent baby!
I cannot; those are my orders and I must carry them out. The Nephil must die. I must do whatever it takes to get to her. Two horrible cracks and then silence, only footsteps. Then pounding on wood, a child's scream. My scream. The pounding and screaming didn't end.
Confederate! Come on, wake up! Damn it! The voice was drowned out. Then it stopped; the pounding stopped. Sirens sounded. Then quick footsteps.
"Help me!" A small girl's voice sounded. The door opened and light poured in.
I flew up in the bed nearly head butting Dad. He stood up in shock.
"What did you remember?" He asked.
"My mother's death. Her fiancé; this angry pounding and someone else's voice. The angel who killed her." I told him, tears gathering in my eyes.
"W-why would he kill her. I thought angels were supposed to care about humans; love us." I said. Dad ran his hands through his hair, giving a heavy sigh.
"I- I don't know. I left a long time ago, Confederate. I don't know how the upstairs works anymore, baby." He told me. I brought my legs up to my chest and touched my forehead to my knees, giving a heavy sigh.
"It's the Winchester thing you know; with this generation. All of you have the worst luck. And none of you deserve it." He said, kissing the top of my head.
"Bobby's coming so I'm going to go, but I won't leave you." He told me I smiled sleepily.
"Okay, Dad." I told him.