I could feel my emotions as they tried to escape me.
Hurting Michael wasn't supposed to happen, but after I read his mind, and discovered what he had done. I couldn't help myself.
He had been watching over me, in the literal sense. He knew of everything that happened and never bothered to intercede.
He never intervened unless it was a life or death matter, until then, he sat back and watched as I struggled to live my day to day life.
He allowed those bastards to manipulate me, and basically turn me into the shell of who I was. What kind of father did that? I knew the answer right away, and that didn't lessen the sting that came with the realization.
I ignored the worried glances I was receiving from all three men in the car and closed my eyes, hoping to pinpoint the exact location where Charmeine is, only to discover she is with the last person I expected to be.
This was an ambush. Michael had done this on purpose.
"Stop the car." I ordered, solemnly.
"What— What's wrong, sweetheart?" Dean asked me after slamming into the breaks.
"We've been set up. Charmeine is one of the fallen. He's looking for her to bring her back for justice. If we go to her, he'll take her. I can't allow that to happen." I replied, looking towards my uncle Castiel.
"Since when did she become a part of the fallen? This has to be recent, she wasn't a part of the fallen a day and a half ago." He replied in the same tone.
"Dean, turn around. I can feel Michael's fast approach. Take us anywhere but there, please." I urged as I looked for him.
Feeling his fast approach, as we crossed state lines.
"Where to now?" Sam asked, with a sigh.
I stared at Castiel, as he turned towards me with a raised brow, before nodding as he silently asked me if we could do what he had wanted to do a few years back.
"Fine. Go." I told him, looking away before he disappeared.
"So, what's going on?" Dean asked, as Sam turned curiously to look at me.
"We're going vampire hunting." I replied.
"Type?" Dean asks, with a frown on his face.
"Cold Ones. This coven in particular needs to be dealt with immediately." I said, giving a quick look before turning back to the window as Castiel appeared in the seat next to me.
"Did you find them?" I asked, without looking away from the window.
"Yes, fifty miles north of the Canadian, American border. All in a house in the middle of nowhere. Demons are near them. This should be fun." He muttered.
"Do you know how to kill them?" I asked Dean, concerned.
He turned to look at Sam, before nodding. "We ran across a coven of those. A few years back. There were two with witch powers and another who was a tracker…" Dean muttered as he began to drive the way Castiel told him to.
"The Volturi?" I gasped.
"Yeah something like that. They were here investigating something, and ran into us as we worked on a case in Southern Texas. The disappearances and the sudden rise in murders within that county made it clear we were looking at the same thing." Dean explained as he drove.
"How'd you do it?" I asked him.
"Dead man's blood to lure them in, a little grave dirt, and a large devil's trap." He replied looking at me concerned.
"Is this your eh—?" Sam asked.
"The stalker, turn saver, turned ex boyfriend? Yes. And they need to go before they continue to do this to other girls. They have been alive for almost a century, imagine how many girls have gone missing because of them…" I replied, looking down at my lap.
I was about to ask them how they knew when I heard Castiel's voice inside my head.
'You can heal Sam.' I heard Castiel say in my head.
'Is that an actual possibility or is it another one of your theories?' I asked him.
'My belief is that you are the strongest of all of us. Besides God himself. You can do things we as seraphs may not be able to do…' he explained.
'Ahh, I see… Let's wait until we are safe to test out that theory, shall we. I don't want anyone to get hurt.' I replied as Dean gave me a raised brow in question.
'Alright…' He replied with a grimace.
"I'll tell you later. For now let's just figure this out." I muttered before turning back towards the window.