Chuck's Place (Continued)
Zoey slowly watched the odd man as walked over to the fridge and pulled out three beers for him, Sam, and Dean. This guy was so weird. Were all prophets like this? She was still observing him as he sat in the chair across from where she, Will, and her sisters were sitting. "So, you guys are Sam and Dean's nieces?" Chuck asked, studying the girls carefully. Dean and Sam shared a cautious look. "They're Castiel's daughters." Sam explained.
Chuck's eyes grew wide as he began to laugh. "Wow. I didn't know the guy was so good with the ladies, or… that the guy even knew the ladies…." He paused. "Is Cas alright? Cause, seriously, this is weird."
Zoey narrowed her eyes, but not before shuddering first. If Castiel was her biological father, that means he would had to- no. She didn't want to think about it. "We're adopted, smart one." she snapped.
Shaking his head, Dean turned to the prophet. "So, uh, your vision?" He asked. Chuck nodded, and pulled out a piece of paper. He cleared his throat, and read:
The knife slid across the floor, and as the Salvator-daemonum dragged himself across to reach it, Irma Da Terra threw him against the wall with a mere flick of her hand, she was drunk with power. The Salvator lay on the wall, being held up by some invisible force. "Listen to me," He pleaded. "Don't do this. Look at yourself. Is this what you want?" He asked, attempting to ignite a flicker of good within the Earth's eyes. But there was none. She glanced around at the unmoving bodies of her once-loved comrades. Irma Da Lume, Irma De Vento, Irma De Augua, they all lay at her feet. She smiled, and turned to the Salvator. Irma Da Terra eyed him carefully. "Join me, love. Raphael brings new hope, away from all this chaos." She offered, with an evil grin. The Salvator shook his head. "Kill me if you must, but I'm never joining you." He glared back at the Irma Da Terra coldly. Whatever love she had left in her heart for the Salvator, had vanished. "Then so be it." With another flick of her hand, the Salvator's neck snapped in two, killing him instantly. As she turned to leave the room, the Archangel appeared before her. "Well done, Irma Da Terra. We have work to do." He grabbed her hand, and they vanished.
Zoey gasped. She was Irma Da Terra! But no, this couldn't be her. It couldn't be her sisters in that story, either, even though their prophectic names were in there. Zoey shook her head. All of this…this nonsense, not possible. Zip, zero, nada. "Who the hell is the Salvator?" She blurted. Chuck shrugged. "All I know is, Salvator-daemonum means 'Demonic Savior' in latin." Zoey tilted her head in confusion, like her father so often did. "How do you know that? No offense, but you don't look like a person who would know latin." The prophet shook his head. "I don't know it," He explained. "It just sorta….came to me. Like a little voice or something." He looked at Zoey, hoping she would understand. Dean leaned back in his chair, eyes closed. "Someone wanna explain why the hell Zoey would even turn to Raphael in the first place?" He yelled, frustrated.
"I wouldn't!" Zoey shouted back, obviously insulted. "Raphael's evil! I know that!" She looked at the seven pairs of eyes staring at her, surprised by her sudden outburst. She stood up abruptly, and charged off outside. Will sighed, and followed after.
"That didn't go well…" Lucille muttered. Abby shot her a look, and Delaney nodded in agreement. "No, it didn't." Dean replied, taking a sip of beer. "What did not go well?" Castiel appeared behind Dean's chair, causing him to choke on his alcoholic beverage. "Jesus, Cas! You wanna give us some warning before you pop out of nowhere?" He yelled, still startled. The angel turned to him and gave him a single nod.
"Hey….Castiel. Long time no see." Chuck gave him a small wave. "Oh, and you'll probably want to see this." Chuck added, tossing Cas the small piece of paper. As he read, his angelic features began to darken and his eyes grew wide with worry. When he was done reading he dropped the paper and closed his eyes. "Dad, what's wrong?" Delaney asked worried. Slowly, Abby got up, grabbed her father's hand, and led him to the couch, making him sit down between his daughters. Lucille scooted close to him, a concerned look in her grey eyes.
He gave his daughters the slightest smile, to let them know everything was gonna be okay.
Outside…
"Shh, honey, you're gonna be alright. I'm gonna make sure nothing's gonna happen to you." Will whispered, quietly stroking Zoey's hair as she leaned into his chest, crying. He closed his eyes, pulling Zoey into a tight hug. She looked up at him, red-eyed and teary, and smiled. Will looked down at her, leaned down, and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. Still kissing, Will shifted his weight in the backseat of the Oldsmobile, so Zoey was completely laying against him. As her arms slid up to wrap around the back of his head, Will's arms slid down, resting over the small of her back. Just then, they heard Chuck's front door open.
Zoey's eyes snapped open as she released her grip on Will and leaned back on the other end of the seat, pulling her knees in close to her chest.
"Hey Zoey, you alright?" It was Sam. Why'd he always have to walk in on them? Or 'out' on them in this case. She gave him a grim smile and nodded slowly. "Yeah, I'm fine," she sniffed. "Just needed some time to think.
Sam leaned on the door of her car. "You guys wanna come inside, or ya wanna stay in the car and make out?" He asked knowingly, a smirk on his face. Zoey turned bright red. "Let's go inside." She muttered, getting out of the car and dragging Will back with her. Sam chuckled, and followed them in.