AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is short, because I want to share what I've written so far. HOWEVER! Updates are going to be slow in coming for the next few weeks, because...I've broken my pinky and possibly my ring finger. Last night my husband and I were sitting in bed and our son came in to say good night. He gets in between us and my husband starts tickling him. My son starts flailing around, and I put my hand up to block him, and my fingers bent all the way backwards and I heard a "SNAP!" My husband heard it too! I got x-rays done and have an appointment with a hand doctor on Monday. My pinky is broken right where the joint connects to the hand. I'm hoping I don't need surgery...I'll update here when I know more. Please send healing vibes to me! Love to you all! XXXOOO
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When we pulled into the parking space in front of the motel room, Grandpa John and Uncle Sam were just getting out of the truck. Castiel and I got out of the back of the car. Grandpa John and Uncle Sam looked at Daddy questioningly as we all walked towards the door.
"You, stay here," Daddy said to Castiel. He unlocked the door and the rest of us went into the room.
"Aww, Daddy, I want to talk to him some more!" I complained.
"Who is that, Dean?" Uncle Sam asked with suspicion.
"He's a angel, Uncle Sam! He's my guardian angel!" I told him.
Uncle Sam gave me a look. "An angel?" he said skeptically, "Charlie, you know better than to make up stories. What's the consequence for lying?" he asked sternly.
"Uncle Sam, I'm not lying! Why would I lie, I'm not dumb ya know!" I stomped my foot. "I saw it, when I held his hand!"
"You held his-" Grandpa John raised his eyebrow, "You say you saw it? How? I mean, what did it-he- look like?"
"I saw his wings, they were really really big! And then it was like everything was a rainbow but it was all glowy and the colors were apart, and I felt this—buzzing, like, energy," I explained.
Grandpa John, Uncle Sam, and Daddy all looked at each other, and it was like all three of them were doing the 'talking without words' thing!
"I'll call Bobby, see what he's got in the lore," Uncle Sam pulled out his phone.
"I'll call Missouri," Grandpa John said. He walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Uncle Sam walked over to the table and turned on his laptop.
I went over to Daddy. "Can I tell Castiel to come inside?" I asked.
Daddy looked down at me. "No, not yet," he put his hand on my head, "You really—saw-his wings, and all?"
I nodded. "It was really cool!"
Daddy raised his eyebrows. "Well..." he said, sounding skeptical.
"-I found the site, I'll take a look. Thanks, Bobby," Uncle Sam hung up his phone and looked over at us, "He said he's never heard of any sort of tests for angels, but he'll look through his library for any info, and he gave me a couple of sites to look at."
"Good," Daddy exhaled.
Grandpa John came out of the bathroom. "Missouri said that there's no test she knows of, and if Charlie saw that he was an angel, then that's what he is." Grandpa John told Daddy.
"Well then," Daddy clapped his hands together, "I guess we talk to this—angel, and see what he wants." He walked over to the door and I followed him.
Daddy opened the door and nodded. Castiel was standing right there in the doorway, looking at us.
"You can come in," Daddy stepped back. Castiel walked in, and Daddy shut the door behind him.
Castiel walked over near the table where Uncle Sam was sitting, and looked at all of us.
"Charlie, I want you over near Grandpa John," Daddy told me.
"But Daddy, I want talk to him," I protested.
"Not until I can ascertain if he's really what he says he is, and that he's safe," Daddy said.
Castiel turned towards Daddy. "I am an angel of the Lord, Dean Winchester, and I can assure you I mean you and your progeny no harm."
There was a flash of lightning in the room and we saw his wings spread out behind him in shadow, they reached almost all the way across the room. It was amazing and a little bit scary. All of us gasped.
"Jesus Christ," Daddy breathed in an awed voice.
"No, Castiel," Castiel looked at all of us, "I do not know what else I can do to prove to you that I am who I say I am."
"See, he is a angel, Daddy," I looked up at him.
Daddy sighed. "All right," he said, "I'm still not gonna trust you 100 percent right now though." He walked over to his duffle and got out a flat silver bottle, then walked over and handed it to Castiel.
"Drink some," he said.
Castiel removed the cap and took a drink, then placed the cap back on. He handed the bottle to Daddy. "The priest who blessed that holy water was not a true shepherd. He drank the communion wine in secret, stole from the collection plate, and had a large collection of photographs of-"
"All right, enough," Daddy interrupted him, holding up his hand, "That's something we don't need to hear about."
"What do you want?" Grandpa John came over towards the table, "What are you here for? Usually when supernatural beings contact humans, there's a specific reason, or they want something."
"I am here to protect the child," Castiel nodded at me, "and to warn you about her using and strengthening her abilities, which are like a beacon to demo-"
"Wait-" Daddy held both his hands up, but Grandpa John looked shocked. "What did you say?" he demanded with a frown, advancing closer to Castiel, who didn't look like he was intimidated at all.
He looked at Grandpa John, "The demon you have been searching for is now aware of her, and he may try and-"
"NO," Daddy said in a loud voice, "We're not talking about that here," he turned to me, "Charlie, I want you to go into the bathroom. I don't want you overhearing anything we talk about."
"But Daddy-"
"No, little girl," Daddy walked over to me and pointed, "Go in there and wait until one of us comes to get you. Take your 3DS in there or something else to keep you busy."
I sighed, and got off the bed. I grabbed my 3Ds off the bedside table and went into the bathroom, sitting on the closed toilet seat. Daddy closed the door.
I tried to listen by holding my ear up to the door. That didn't work, so I crouched down on the floor on my hands and knees and put my head by the crack at the bottom of the door. I could hear the faint murmur of voices, but couldn't make out anything they were saying. I sighed and sat back down on the toilet seat, and opened my game to play it.
It seemed like I was in the bathroom for a long time. Finally Daddy opened the door and beckoned to me. "Pack your stuff, we need to get on the road."
I came into the room and looked around. It was just Daddy and me in the room. "Where's Castiel?" I asked.
"We talked, and he left, went where ever he goes."
"But I wanted to talk to him more!" I protested.
Daddy muttered something under his breath and walked over to where a duffle was on the dresser. He started to go through it.
"Daddy, what did he mean, that demons are searching for me?" I walked over to him, "He said the danger is growing-"
Daddy glanced at me, holding a gun up and then doing something to it that made it click. "You don't need to know about that."
"Stop saying that!" I stomped my foot, "He said we need to know about it, and that includes me!"
Daddy put the gun down and turned to me. "No, little girl, it doesn't. I'm the adult and I decide what you need to know about, not you. And you don't need to-"
I got angry. "If you don't tell me, then I'll- I'll look in someone's head about it, so that I can know too!" I stomped my foot again and clenched my fists.
Daddy's eyes went wide for a second. "Excuse me? Excuse me?"
He got a very angry look on his face, and stepped towards me. He grabbed my upper arms and shook me once. "You do NOT threaten me, little girl, or anyone, ever again, do you understand me?" His voice rose to a shout. He walked us over to the bed and sat down on the edge, pulling me over his lap. He began to spank me, lecturing me as swat after swat fell and I struggled. "You will not use your ablilities to look into someone's mind, and you will not threaten me to get your way either! You are not a hunter, you are not in the hunting life, and you are not an adult. You do not get to know everything that adults are talking about. You are a child, and I will tell you what I think you need to know!"
I still felt mad, although I was crying from the spanking. Daddy landed a couple more hard swats on the lowest part of my butt and I wailed and kicked my feet.
He stopped spanking me for a moment, and I tried to catch my breath, although my chest was hitching with sobs.
"I don't want to ever hear you say that again, you got it?" Daddy asked in a hard voice, "You will not threaten me ever again."
I didn't answer him right away, and he lifted his hand and began to spank me again.
I started kicking again. "I'm sorry Daddy I won't!" I howled, "I wooooonnn't!"
Four more stinging swats landed, two to each side of my bottom, and he let me up and stood me in front of him.
I still felt upset. I did need to know what was happening, there was an angel that had come to talk to us, and he had come to talk about me! So I needed to know what he was saying.
Daddy went to put his arms around me, and I pushed him away. "No!" I exclaimed, "You're not being fair! Castiel said he was here to protect me, and I wanna know why!" I turned and ran to the bathroom, tears still pouring down my face. I slammed the door and locked it, and stood there hugging myself. I didn't understand why Daddy was being like this.
The doorknob rattled. "Charlie? Charlie? Little girl, you have three seconds to unlock this door, or else-"
"Dean-" I heard Uncle Sam's voice, then a knock on the door. "Charlie? What's going on? Will you unlock the door and talk to me, please?"
I unlocked the door, and then hurried over and wedged myself in between the tub and the sink in case one of them was going to try and spank me. I wasn't supposed to lock doors any more.
The door opened and Uncle Sam came in and stood there. "What's wrong, Charlie?"
"Daddy won't tell me anything!" I said hotly, "Castiel said that there's danger, and he's my guardian angel, and he's here to protect me! I want to know from what! He keeps talking about demons! Why?"
Uncle Sam sighed. "Well...all right, come here," he beckoned to me.
I looked up at him. "Am I in trouble?"
"You did lock the door, which is a rule broken, I believe," he cocked an eyebrow at me, "But we'll talk about that later. Come on, out of there."
I scooted out from my spot and followed him out to the room. Daddy and Grandpa John were standing by the table.
"Dean, you need to think about this," Uncle Sam said, "This isn't going to change. Like Missouri said, Charlie's abilities aren't going to go away, they're just going to get stronger."
"Sam-"
Uncle Sam got a funny look on his face, and glanced at me. "You know she also told us that Charlie's already got one foot in the hunting world because of her abilities, and you need to stop fighting that."
"What?" I asked, shocked. Missouri hadn't said anything like that to me!
"Dammit, Sam!" Daddy snapped, rubbing a hand over his face.
"Dean, this has the potential to drive a wedge between you and Charlie," Grandpa John said, "Yes, she's a little girl, but she can know the basics without it being too much. She needs to know about what's going on, it will help her stay safe."
Daddy slammed his hands down on the table, making me jump.
"Dammit!" he said again, "I didn't want this for her! I don't want it to be like this!" He turned towards us. "How did you deal with the knowledge that that slippery bastard is still out there, and he's looking for ways to screw with you, and us, and you're always two steps behind?" he looked at Grandpa John.
"It's part of the job, Dean, and it's a terrible part of it, but that's how it is. That's part of why I trained you boys like I did, so that you could be prepared for everything that could potentially happen," Grandpa John said.
"Well, I'm not training Charlie, uh-uh, no way," Daddy shook his head.
"We're not saying that, Dean," Uncle Sam said, "Just talk to her about what's happening right now."
Daddy sighed and raked his hands through his hair. "All right, let me think about it. I want to talk to the both of you beforehand, though, so that we decide exactly what to tell her, and nothing more than that."
"All right," Grandpa John and Uncle Sam agreed, "We should get on the road, daylight's wasting," Grandpa John said.
"We'll talk later, once we get to the cabin," Daddy told me, "Use the restroom and double-check to make sure you didn't leave anything behind."
"Okay, Daddy," I said. When I came out of the bathroom he was near the door. He caught me in a hug.
"You broke a rule, locking the bathroom door," he said, "But I'm going to let it go, because I understand why you were upset with me," he leaned down and kissed the top of my head, "You're a good girl, Charlie, but I meant what I said, I don't ever want to hear you threaten anyone ever again. If you do, the paddle comes out, understand?"
"Yes, Daddy," I said, hugging him back.