Twenty Three
It was incredibly awkward standing in front of Dylan and Castiel with Dean and I in our underwear. Luckily now with everyone in the room aware of Dylans secret I could ask her to zap me some clothes, she did it for me and Dean scrambled around picking up his clothes and dressing before we sat down on the bed. Dylan suggested sitting at the table but I wasn't exactly thrilled to sit at the place where my best friend had just lost her virginity, angel or not. Dean was seething, his face was black as thunder. He kept glaring at Castiel then switching back to Dylan and then at me. He couldn't contain his anger for very long and he started on Dylan.
"You're a freaking angel? Really? I'm assuming Bobby doesn't know, how could you lie to us for so long?" he raged, his face going slightly red.
"Dean..." Dylan started, hiding her face in her long black hair.
"No! You know what, I'm so mad right now, nothing you say will help!" he cut her off. His fists were clenched and he was actually shaking with rage. I put my hand on his arm.
"Dean, she's still Dylan, you've never known her any other way, she saved Bobby from losing his daughter, the vessel would be dead if not for her." I said trying to calm him down.
"She lied!" he roared, "to me, to Sam, to Bobby, to all of us!"
"I'm sensing some unresolved issues with angels." Castiel stated, I groaned, he didn't have much tact. Dean's head whipped around so quickly I was surprised he didn't get whiplash.
"You should just keep your mouth shut Cas, sleeping with the chick who is basically my little sister? Not cool man. Cock blocking me in the process? Even less cool!"
"We did not do any sleeping," Castiel turned his head to the side in confusion, "and as far as I am aware there were no roosters present, but I must admit I was more focused on the sex than my surroundings"
I slapped my hand to my forehead and Dylan cringed. Dean looked as though he was going to punch him. I cleared my throat hoping to diffuse some of the tension, unfortunately all it did was draw attention to me.
"Rayne, I can't believe you knew, all these years and didn't tell Bobby, he's like a father to you and you betrayed him! You helped this," he paused spitting out the next word, "angel, trick Bobby into loving it!"
"It!" Dylan yelled before dissolving into tears, I jumped up from my spot and ran to hug her, I couldn't stand to see my best friend in pain, she had gotten me through some of the worst times in my life and I couldn't let anyone speak to her like that, no matter how I felt about them. Dylans sobs subsided so I let her go and spun around to face Dean.
"Don't you speak to her like that! Or me for that matter. You may think you are Mr macho hero guy but right now you are being a bully, you've had an angel on your side for how long now? Yeah I know other angels can be dicks, but this angel isn't, she is beautiful, loving, kind, funny, bubbly, everything I wish the rest of the world was. She has nothing to do with the douches who are running around with Castiel, the only association she has is Castiel himself. You may not believe me but Dylan is literally the best person I know, she is the same girl you and Sam grew up with, you didn't know her before right? So what she has wings? You know what those wings have saved my ass millions of times, for example with Thomas, if she hadn't popped in with her angel blade, he would have raped me, I'd be much worse off than I am now. So before you go off at anyone, how is me keeping the fact Dylan is an angel secret any different from you selling your soul for Sam?" I ranted and Dean opened his mouth to answer but I put up my hand and cut him off, "Dean it is no different, anyone else would think that was insane, bad move, I understand, I was protecting the one person I can truly trust, I was protecting my family. If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me, not her, she's saved me, she's saved Bobby, can you imagine Bobby if he lost her, he'd be more of a train wreck than he was after he lost his wife when Dylan was a baby, he would have crumbled and then none of us would have a dad. So be mad at me for lying, I would never have even know if I hadn't seen her wings, but I did see them and I thank god or whatever is out there every single day because otherwise I would have no one. So yeah I'm selfish but Dylan did the most unselfish thing, giving a freak and a broken old man a second chance!"
"You saw her wings? What? How is that possible?" Dean stammered.
"She sees all our wings, she's part demon." Castiel said unemotionally. Dylan gasped and I froze as Dean rose up off the bed, reaching for his knife.
"Part demon, you mean I almost hooked up with one of those black eyed bitches?" he lunged at me, pinning me to the ground, the knife was pushed against my throat, a small trickle of blood ran from where is had nicked the skin.
"DEAN! STOP!" screamed Dylan jumping up. Dean didn't move, he glared down at me with nothing but hate on his face. There was a loud feathery rustle and I could see Dylans wings spread out and glowing, Dean looked up and when I saw his eyes get wide, I knew he saw them too. This was the first time Dylan had ever shown her wings to a human, I knew it took a huge amount of effort and a huge amount of fury.
"Dean Henry Winchester!" she bellowed, "Get off my sister!" Dean jumped up and retreated back a few feet. He was trying to speak but nothing was coming out. Then it hit me. Winchester. She had called him Winchester. As in the hunter who got my dad killed. Dylan put her wings away and stumbled slightly, Castiel moved to catch her, placing his arms firmly around her and sitting her on the bed, before settling on the bed beside her. He placed an arm over her shoulders and she nuzzled into his firm chest.
"Winchester?" I looked at Dylan, her eyes got large as she realised what she had said, "you're a Winchester? As in related to John Winchester?" I asked looking at Dean.
"John was, is, my father." he replied, his face softening slightly.
"You are the son of the man who got my father killed?" I spat, my fists balling up as Dean nodded, "well, at least Dylan's secret never got anyone killed." I laughed, slightly maniacally. Dylan stood up and hugged me while Dean took a step forward. I let Dylan hug me but the second she broke away I pulled out my knife and pointed it in Deans direction.
"You all knew and you lied, I understand why but I will tell you this, you come near me and I will hurt you Dean, you tried to kill me, I'm human, I didn't know about any of that demon shit until Thomas told me. You think I like knowing that the thing that killed my mother is inside me? You think I like seeing things I shouldn't, like angel and demon wings? Having dreams where I see the future, seeing people I love hurt? You think I enjoy being a beacon to every single fucking demon on the planet? You think I like being a fucking freak? No! I can't help how I was born! I hate it, hate myself, if I wasn't such a coward I would kill myself. So go ahead Dean, do it for me." I dropped my knife and stepped towards him, Dylan grabbed my arm and pulled me back. Dean didn't move but his face had changed, he no longer looked angry, just sad, his face was full of pity. That was worse than anger, I wrenched my arm away from Dylan, grabbed my knife and ran out the door in to the frigid night air. And I ran, I had nowhere to run, no plan, all I could do was run. Run from Dylan, from Dean, from the whole mess. I just wished I could outrun myself.