"You don't have to be so aggressive, Isabella…" Castiel muttered, calmly, as we both got into my car.
"Yes, well, you two didn't have to practically force me to be where I don't want to be. Besides, what is the deal with you two? Why am I not allowed to be alone?" I asked as I drove back towards Singer Salvage Yard.
"Because of who your father is." Castiel finally replied, wincing.
"What does Charlie have to do with this?" I asked, confused.
He sighed, shaking his head at me, before turning to look at me. "If we are going to discuss this, it won't be in this car. You'll have to wait until we reach your friend's house." He finally said.
"Alright, fine. I will wait, but you have to tell me everything. I want the whole truth." I replied firmly.
"Alright." He answered back, through stiff lips.
I slam the door of Bobby's house shut behind me as I walked back out into the hot fiery weather.
No. I wouldn't believe this. He had to be lying. I mean, how in the world could Michael, as in Archangel Michael, be my father? No. This was a lie. It had to be a lie.
I felt so hurt, angry, and confused. I also wanted to hit something badly.
He had been there this whole time?! Guiding me. Protecting me. Talking to me! Yet he neglected to tell me that he is my father?!
How does someone simply forget to mention that?!
As I hurriedly walked through the lot , I grabbed one of the iron crowbars and simply began taking my anger out on the poor car.
"Ahhh!" I screamed, angrily.
Beating the ever-loving shit out of the car, as my anger only seemed to increase my anger and hurt.
All of those times…All of those damn times…
"Isabella? Isabella, you gotta stop this." I heard a calm voice say.
I, however, ignored whoever spoke and continued bashing the car, until a hand stopped the crowbar mid swing.
"Leave me alone! Can't you see how much I need to be alone! Do you not understand how painful this is for me?! My father. My own damn father has been lying to me! He hid this from me! He allowed all of this shit to happen to me! How the fuck am I supposed to feel about this,huh? Why the fuck can't I be normal? Why me?!" I screamed, as angry tears flowed down my face.
Why did this have to happen? Why?
"He hid from you, out of love for you and your mother, and for your own safety." Castiel replied, calmly walking closer to me.
Love? Was he kidding me? Is that his excuse for hiding all this time from me? What about all of those times where I was hurt and in danger?
"Really? My entire life has just been torn from under me and that is all he has to say? When exactly was he going to show up? If he bothered to show up at all." I questioned.
"Bells, I need you to calm down. I know this isn't something you want to hear right now, but I worry about your health." Bobby spoke from behind Castiel.
"No! I will not calm down! All of this! This is all bullshit! Bobby, Charlie died thinking he was my father! Do you have any idea how painful that is for me?" I asked, wiping my face once again.
"I know this is painful, Bell, but no one knew. Please don't hurt yourself over this..." Bobby replied.
"You have no idea how pai—" I began to reply before Castiel appeared before me.
"I am sorry about this…" I heard Castiel aay before I felt two fingers touch my forehead, and everything went black.