Bella's POV:

As we walked into the room everyone turned towards Dean and me in surprise.

I stared at them before turning to look at Castiel. "So, you're my uncle..." I finally said, leaning against the wall and crossing my arms over my chest, still feeling the sting and annoyance of being lied to.

"I am." He confirmed, with a tired sigh.

"So, what comes next?" I asked, looking at him with a vacant expression, before turning to look forward blankly.

"Now, we train you." Dean said, stepping deeper into the room.

"Train me? How? Bobby and my father, Charlie, already trained me. What more is there to learn?" I asked, turning towards him to give him my full attention.

"Self-defense, and in all the ways of a hunter." Dean said, with a shrug before snatching the beer from Sam's hand. Ignoring what I had just said.

"Again. Charlie and Bobby already trained me." I pointed out.

"Dean." Sam sighed with a headshake.

"Actually, no. Now, it's my job to train her. To protect her. " Castiel said, as he walked towards me hesitantly.

I frowned before watching him lift his hand and touching the middle of my chest with his fingers.

I gasped, as I felt his fingets connect with my breast bone, feeling my legs give out, landing in a dull this on the ground with my knees as I felt a sharp pain erupt all over my breast bone, and ribs. Leaving feeling as if I had just had the air knocked out of me.

"What in the hell did you do to me?" I rasped as I looked up at him.

"I placed Enochian Sigils on your ribs and chest…It's to protect you. It won't protect you as much as Dean or Sam, but it'll be more difficult to find you." he replied as he turned to look at Dean and Sam.

"We know, we remember." Dean muttered wincing before turning to look away.

I frown, clutching at my chest painfully, deciding to stay kneeling to the ground until my strength came back.

"We all need to get her an anti possession tattoo as soon as possible." Sam added, looking at me concerned.

"A tattoo? Why?" I asked, stepping back, cautiously.

"An anti-possession tattoo prevents demons from using your body like a meat suit." Dean said as he took a large slug of his beer.

Ah right, the protection tattoo. So the large one on my ribs didn't count? I should probably ask them.

"Does this one count?" I asked as I lifted my shirt causing three of the men in the room to gasp in response as Dean spit out his beer.

"That'll work." Bobby said, wide-eyed.


Author's Note:

Sorry for not updating. But life, health, and a lot of other things got in the way.

I know this chapter is short but hopefully y'all like it.