Chapter 4
A/N- This came really quick because I wrote most of it at school. Also, thank you for the awesome reviews! Glad y'all like it :)"Cas, dial it down. A lot." Sam mandates as Dean rushes to your side.
"What the fuck was that?" You scream.
"She's a Nephilim," Cas calmly comments.
"Fuckity fuck ass shit was that fucking light?" You continue to scream. At this point, your face is in Dean's chest and you're clutching his shirt. He is softly rubbing your hair and gently rocking.
"That is our friend Cas, an angel. Since you can see the light, and Cas saw yours, he's concluded that you are a Nephilim. Half human, half angel. Either you are one very good actor, or you truly did not know."
"I really didn't know and I now hate every single one of you even more than I did twenty minutes ago. There was no damn reason to do that and you gave me a migraine that will last I don't know how long!" You practically yell as you slowly push off Dean and open your eyes. There isn't a blinding light anymore, so you can see Cas pretty clearly now. He is tall man with bright blue, hooded eyes and a trenchcoat with a backwards tie. You don't see a halo or wings or anything that normal people would expect from an angel but you don't know what you were expecting since your life is far from normal.
"Hello, Y/N. Sorry for that greeting." Cas says.
"Yeah, whatever. Since my painful duty is done, can I leave now and never see your faces until Bobby needs us?"
"She said duty," Dean chuckles.
You punch him in the gut. "Can. I. Go?"
"Don't you want to know more? Also, now that you know, we will probably be targeted more by angles and demons." Sam explains while Dean moans.
"I can take care of myself." You say as you walk away.
"Well aren't you partly blind right now?"
"Fine." You stop walking, "I'll let y'all drag me back to a motel so you can take care of me again…"
"But?"
"When I see properly I get to take Dean's car out for a thirty minute drive. No less unless I say so."
Sam and Dean look at each other with surprised looks on their faces. "No way." Dean exclaims with his eyes wide.
"Then I guess I'm leaving." You pass the boys to to get to the driver side of the car and start to get in, then Dean grabs your arm.
"Fine. You can drive my car as long as I can be in it and I get to drive your car to the nearest motel."
You hold your hand out for him to shake. "Deal." You both say in unison. You take a moment to feel his grip and how strong it is.
"Also, don't force me to learn about my kind because I really don't care at the moment.":
"Okay. We will tell you about it when you are ready."
You nod your head and get into the passenger side of your car and throw the keys at Dean. "You better be a good driver." You threaten.
The fifteen minute drive to the motel is in complete and awkward silence. You study what you drive by and Deans face. He has a very defined jawline with stubble on it and crinkles in the corners of his eyes. His hair is messier than it was at Sioux Falls which tells you that he's been running his hands through his hair more. That indicates that he has been nervous or worried. He drives with one hand on the top of the steering wheel and is leaning back. Obviously comfortable in a car.
When you get to the motel, you stay in the car while Sam and Dean pay for the room. You contemplate running off, then you realize they could probably track you with their angel friend. Sam comes and helps you out of the car because you still cannot see very well. You get to the motel room and you pull out your phone to make sure that none of your friends from your hometown have texted or called you. You were supposed to be headed down to Alabama, but plans changed.
"What's with the frown?" Dean questions.
"I'm supposed to be headed somewhere and someone is mad at me."
"Oh. Your boyfriend?"
"No. My girlfriend." Dean has a disappointed look on his face and you double over laughing. "I don't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend. I'm not lesbian, I'm bisexual and it looks like you are too."
"Me?" Dean points to himself.
"Maybe. Anyway, it's people from my hometown. I'm supposed to be headed down to Alabama, but as you can see I am not."
"So you are a southern girl."
"Yep. Strong and proud. I have a slight accent. If I didn't move around so much, you could tell from my voice that I was from the south. Since I move so much, I am introduced to many accents which drowns out mine." Then that is when you black out.
You wake up tied to a bed with a black eye and a headache.
"What the… Why did y'all tie me up?"
"We didn't, we are tied up too!"
Only if you could actually see shit.
"Ah, beautiful Y/N, daughter of Kutiel and Grace. Kind of ironic actually. What are you doing with these Winchesters?"
"Who the fuck are you?" Your sight starts to be consumed about light again.
"I'm Nathanael, an angel as you can probably see. Look, I'm just here doing my job, vengeance. Your father killed someone very important to me and not I am about to do the same to him."
"Wait, my father is still alive?"
"Why yes darling. The angel Kutiel is the person who made you who you are."
"That wasn't his name."
"Kutiel left after he got your mother pregnant. Your mother cheated on your so called father."
"You are a lying son of a bitch."
"Well it doesn't matter anymore does it?"
You aren't sure what to say to that, but someone stabs the angel in the heart and the light dims, a lot. Somehow this makes your vision go back to normal and you can see perfectly fine again. You see the dead body on the floor with an outline of large wings coming out of the body's back. This is one thing you haven't seen. "What… The… Hell?
"This is normal. We gotta get out of here now." Sam explains.
You grab your keys and head out to your car. As you get into the driver's seat, Dean yells at you. "What are you doing? You'll crash!"
"After that angel died I can see again. Are you going with me or Sam?" As you wait for the answer you crank your car and watch Sam's facial expressions, mainly because that is the only interesting thing out the window. Sam raises his eyebrows and then Dean throws the keys at Sam and gets into your car.
"I swear to God, if you can't see I will kill you myself." Dean scowls.
"Dean, chill the fuck out. Where are we going?"
"Um, wherever you want I guess. It looks like Sam is waiting to follow you."
"Fine. I'm going to head south then so I can get closer to where I am supposed to be."
"'Kay. Tell me about yourself. Like, I know nothing about you except you are a Nephilim and a hunter."
"Really?" You moan more than ask.
"Yep. We have a long time, so tell me your life story."
"Whatever. No pity or shit. I lost all my family when I was seven due to monsters raiding our house. The only reason I survived was because I was grooming the horses in the barn and we have a safe space in there for instances like that. I got thrown into foster care, but until I was about thirteen I stayed with people in my town. Child services didn't like that and they threw me all around. After my family died and while jumping around houses, I did research on monsters and how to kill them because I was sure that is what killed my family, and I was right. At least about monsters being real. Still not sure what killed my family but whatever it was, it was very gruesome.
When I was sixteen, I got my drivers license and ran away to hunt. By that point I had learned how to track, where to stay, how to get people to listen to you, and how to kill most of the monsters. Bobby saved me on a hunt of a werewolf, one of my first, when I sprained my ankle. I found out about my powers when I was fifteen and mad at my foster parents, and when they weren't around, which was a lot, I trained myself. I trained my powers, fighting skills, and how to use weapons. By age eighteen, I was an expert at anything monsters, fighting, and powers. Died a couple times, went to hell each time, came out, now I am here." It takes you a couple minutes to explain that to Dean and the entire time her stares at you with wide eyes and lips parted. "What?"
"You are only, what, twenty-one? And you have done all that while being such a badass hunter? Damn. You just got a lot hotter."
"Twenty-two and excuse me?"
"Shit. I said that out loud didn't I?"
"You did." You laugh, "Glad you find me hot with all my fucking baggage."
"Can you just forget I said that?"
"Nope. Never."
"Now you have to say what you think about me."
"Hilarious," You respond with a straight face.
Dean pleads, "Seriously. Please. I wanna know even more now since you don't want to say it"
"All right, you are annoyingly stubborn and sexy." You want to slam your head into the steering wheel and get out of the car, but you can't and you hate it.
When you look over at Dean, he has a stupid grin on his face. "That is one thing I was not expecting to hear from you."
"You're the one that asked."
For the next few hours while you are driving, it goes off and on between just music and music and Dean talking. You don't say much else while Dean tells you stories and facts about hunting and monsters. When it is about 10 pm, all three of you agree that you are far enough away from the first motel and stop at another one for the night.
You get your own room this time. "Are you sure you three don't want to share a room?" The person who checks you in asks.
"Excuse me?"
"Well, there seems to be some… uh… tension."
"Just give me the damn room key." He hands you the room key and you snatch it from him so you can hide in your room for the rest of the night. You lay on the bed face first and scream into the sheets. You know your life will never be the same now since you met the Winchesters (including the danger that you are in now). You just want to go to a bar, get drunk, and flirt but you know Sam, more so Dean, will never let you go alone and drink a lot.
There is a knock on your door and you look through the peep hole to see Dean on the other side. "What do you want?" You say as you open the door.
"If I'm being honest, I don't know."
"Then can I have some alone time? Kinda tiring being around people all day."
"Can you show me your powers?"
The question caught you by surprise, and you are standing there wide eyed. "Wha… What?"
Dean steps in your room, standing close to you. "I want to see how you use your powers."
"No," you shake your head, "no way. Not right now at least. I'm tired and when I'm really tired they can go crazy. And, you don't need to see me use them."
"Why though? I will see them eventually."
"Dean, just leave me alone. I can't do this right now." You take a step back.
All Dean does is stare at you with confusion on his face and you start to wonder if it is actually him.