A/N: I'm sorry it took so long for me to update. I've been going to school, working, and have had medical problems and tests. I will try to update quicker in the future. I hope you like how this story is turning out. I certainly didn't see it turning out like this. Thank you for all your comments and reviews. They have made me feel like I am actually good at something. I hope you like my story! ~DeanLover92~
Chapter 8
I sat across the table from my father, or the man that I had known to be my father. We were at some kind of diner that was open 24 hours a day. There was no one in the diner except for me, dad, and a couple crazy waiters who enjoy working until they drop. Dad had ordered coffee and I had nothing.
"So, what is this about my parents that I don't already know?" I broke the silence between us. He was pouring way too much sugar in his coffee and then stirred it with his spoon.
"Think about that, Jordan. You don't know anything about your parents. You don't even know their names."
"Well, it doesn't really matter when they try to kill you." I looked at the table. There were places that were sticky from too many sodas. I kept my hands in my lap.
"Their names were Eric and Hannah. And, no, they did not try to kill you." He sat back calmly and rested his arms on the back of his booth seat.
I looked up at him. How could he look so calm when we are talking about the people who gave birth to me who left me for dead. I got mad. "You told me that you found me in a box in the river. You said that my parents were no where in sight. Now what would they be doing with me if they weren't trying to kill me? Teach me to swim?"
"They were simply sending you on your way."
I looked at the man before me, but did not recognize him. "Sending me on my way?" I put my face in my hands, ignoring the gross stickiness of the table. No one was making since anymore. "Will someone just please tell me who I am and where I came from and what I'm supposed to do?"
I looked at John. He was still just as calm as before. "Your father was an angel, Jordan. Your mother was human. They put you in that box so that you could be found by me. Haven't you ever heard the story of Moses?"
"My father was an angel?" I couldn't believe it. I wouldn't believe it. This was too crazy, even for me. "John, you're crazy. I'm going to go back to the motel now and forget I ever saw you."
I got up and started to pull on my jacket. John stopped me and turned me to him. "You have too choices here, Jordan. You could either listen to me, or you can let the world burn? What's your choice?"
I hated it when he used the guilt-treatment on me. I sat back down, but left my coat on.
"Your parents were in danger. The devil close to breaking out of Hell and we had no one to turn to. Then from nowhere, an angel and a human were given orders to meet and make a child. A child that would one day destroy the devil. When the devil heard this, he starting searching for these two. Your mother send you off in the river so she could protect you. Shortly after that, your parents went into hiding and they haven't been seen or heard from since."
I yawned at the good bed-time story. When he finished, I clapped my hands sarcastically. "What a great story, but now I think it's my bedtime." I got up again, but this time I wasn't stopped.
I left John alone at the diner and began walking back to the motel. I stuffed my hands in my pockets as I tried to forget everything I'd just heard. Stuff like this only happened in movies and bad tv shows. None of this was real. I was only having another one of those bad dreams. I stopped and looked at my surroundings. In the distance, John was still sitting in his booth. His coffee cup was in his hands.
I looked at the road before me. I looked back at John. All of a sudden, my insides burned up. I screamed out loud and fell to my knees. "Why am I so torn about this? None of this is real. What is happening to me?" I looked at the sky. "Is this the truth? Is this the truth you were trying to hide from me?" I was screaming into the air, but I had no answer. I fell to my knees and slammed my fists into the dirt. I fell as the dirt gave way and my fists sunk into the ground.
"Yes." I looked up. Castiel was standing right in front of me. He knelt down to my level.
"Why are you doing this to me?" My voice was weak.
"This was always going to happen, Jordan. You were always meant to live this way. What John said is true." He had read my mind. I dropped my head and looked at my dirt covered hands. My fingernails were bent and broken. Dirt had found it's way under my nails, making it hard for me to get it out.
"What am I supposed to do?"
"What you were meant to do, Jordan." He pulled out a folded piece of paper from his trench coat jacket. He handed it to me. I took it from him and unfolded it. It was just a note. I looked back up at Cas, but he was gone.
I looked at the piece of paper again, but couldn't read it. I looked around and saw a street lamp. I got up and walked over, under it's light. I read:
And the chosen one shall be born of an angel and human, she shall be sent away to her teacher to where she will be trained and raised until she is ready. During her young years, she will fall in love with an angel and follow him to her destiny. She shall defeat the one who sought to destroy everything. She will be the only one to retrieve the sacred Crown of Thorns from damnation and use it's power to defeat the greatest evil. Her blood must be mixed with that of the first one in order to harness the power. She will live only if she can overcome the evil inside herself. She will be alone in this fight. She will start the line of new hero which will continue until the end of time.