Oh Heavenly Father, Oh Heavenly…Daughter?
Chapter 3
Char's POV
She paced the room, face frozen in a look of furry and confusion. How can they be treating me like such a damn baby! Char internally screamed at herself, I'm just a good a fighter, -better even!- then have the ass-hats their bringing with!
Near livid at this point, she came to as stop and plopped herself down on her squeaky mattress. Looking down at the sturdy wood beneath her feet, the little half-angel let loose a sad sigh.
Why does everything always have to be so difficult for me... Why. Quietly studying the the knots in the floor, she didn't hear as her father walked up the creaky steps and softly knock on the door.
Char jumped at the noise before looking over at the door, "Uhm, c-come in." Watching as dad opened up the screen door and slide in, she frowned as she saw him turn around, a sad smile on his face.
"Hey baby, how are you feeling." Her frown became a pissy pout and she crossed her arms and looked away. "How the hell do you think I'm doing?" She didn't see her father furrow his eyebrows at that before he walked over lightly to her bed and gently sat down next to her.
He then wrapped his arm comfortably around her shoulder gently. Char was still angry, but she hated to be angry at her dad.
Lightly resting the side of his head on her closest shoulder he looked softly up at her and sighed, "I'm sorry my loholostimcul." He murmured out sweetly, and she couldn't help but smile lovingly at his angelic nickname for her.
Letting out a long sigh she looked down pleadingly at him, "But dad, for... for all my life you guys taught me how to fight and now its the biggest mission we would ever be going on and... and you're not let me go."
His gaze became sadder, "I know Char, I know. You're uncle is just protective, you know that. He's been protecting you all your life, just like me." Her gaze blanked at that, and she didn't get a chance to see her fathers worried expression as a dull expression suddenly spread across her face.
Damn you uncontrollable flashbacks straight to hell...
Char cuddled her uncle to her chest as he sobbed miserably into her neck. "I-I'm so s-sorry S-S-Sam-Sammy. I s-should have sa-saved you. S-Shudov' been t-there for you."" He barely managed to choke out.
She nodded softly and gently rubbed the back of his neck, "It's okay Dean. You did everything you could. I forgive you." She whispered out, voice deep and painfully familiar to both her and her uncle.
You see, Charoum Winchester had more angelic abilities then her father and uncle knew about.
She could alter her voice, rift through memories, and shapeshift. Don't get her wrong, it was difficult as hell and sometimes extremely painful but she wasn't one to complain. No pain no gain, right?
So she made herself look, sound, hell, even smell like Sam Winchester. She had to be careful when going through her uncles thoughts though. There were parts of them that... she shiverer a little.
That she did her best to avoid at all costs.
So tried to only go through the lighter parts of his memory, though there weren't that many to work with. She had done it the first times just to get Sam's appearance and voice, but then realized that she would need some background knowledge.
She knew about their fights... there nicknames for each other... how much Dean really loved Sam, and how much it had really killed him inside when he heard that Sam had said yes.
He shuddered particularly hard in her grip and Char blinked back tears, holding Dean firmly against her broadend chest in the best comforting manner she could, manage repeating a cycle that had been going on for weeks.
Dean had been drinking excessively lately. God knows for why anymore, probably in attempt to dull the pain that was always there just a little bit more.
She just knew he was hurting, well, hurting more then usual anyways. When Char came to him the first night he'd been hammered. Beyond belief waisted and her heart ached at how miserable he looked, lying sprawled out across the bed eyes staring up at the ceiling in some sort of a catatonic trance.
Char chose that night to test her powers. Don't ask her how she had known about them in the first place, because she honestly had no idea. Something she was just born with, she guesses.
So while in his drunken stupor she had silently walked over to him and lightly sat down on the bed. Looking sadly down at his expressionless face, she rose her hand above his forehead and gently let it drop.
Charoum gasped when she was hit with a wave of memories, quickly tossing the ones that gave off unbelievable amounts of sadness and pain aside and looking only fot the lighter ones. In less then a moment she had found what she needed.
Jerking her hand away she waited for her vision to clear slowly back onto the face of the lifeless looking hunter. He didn't seem to have noticed the momentary flash of information.
Letting her mind clear, she forcefully focused on the face and voice of the unfamiliar man. Char's body was soon enveloped in a haze of purple smoke, blinding her vision for a few seconds before finally clearing. She felt weak, drained and downright tired.
Throat sore arms and legs burning a little, Char looked down and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. She was, or well, looked and sounded like anyways, Sam.
Gaze falling back onto her uncles face, she finally managed to speak horsely after a moment of preparation.
"D-Dean?" Her throat was tended, most likely from the vocal cords swap she wasn't accustom to yet, but her voice was now a clear, deep baritone.
Dean gave no first response, and for a moment she was worried that he hadn't heard her when suddenly he turned his head and their eyes locked.Char felt her heart stutter at his dead gaze.
His glassy, wide and unblinking eyes stayed on hers, and for a moment they came into sharp focus. "Sammy?..." Dean choked out, voice rocky from hours of slamming back copious amounts of alcohol.
She gave him a soft, sad smile and nodded. "Yea, big brother, s'me." Dean's eyes started to shine with disbelief and something else she wasn't quite sure about. His response startled her.
She'd been expecting some sort of manic episode where exploded on her, thinking she was some sort of demon or Satan himself. But no, he did the exact opposite. He lunged himself at her and threw his arms around the young girls neck before breaking down into a sobbing fit.
"Oh, G-God! Sammy, Sammy, Sammy." He cried out, voice muffled from her neck. One hand gripping the back of Char's neck while the other clutched tightly onto a large flannel shirt she had obtained in the transformation.
"Please don't let me wake up." He begged her miserably."Please don't ever leave me again Sammy!"
Hereyes burned at his words, sympathy overwhelming her body as she wrapped her newly long, muscled arms around her sobbing uncle and hugged him tightly.
"It's okay Dean... It's okay. I'm here for you." She chanted softly into his ear, clutching him closer as she felt his sobs increase. Jerking his head from her neck, he looked up at her with a tear stained face.
"I missed you s-so much S-Sammy. So g-goddamn much!"
She gave him a tearful smile."I missed you to Dean." Char lied easily to the broken man. Cupping her face, he dragged it to his and pressed a shakey, whiskey laced kiss to her forehead.
Pulling back, blueish-green eyes met drunken hazel ones. "I... I know you're probably only some crazy dream, and that...that I'm probably never going to see you like this again but..." He broke off, eyes filling with new tears.
"C-Can you hold m-me? Just till I f-fall asleep and g-gotta wake u-up? PPlease Sammy." She gave him a pained but loving smile and nodded, lying down onto the creaky bed beneath them and opening her arms for him.
He immediately fell into them and curled up best he could against her chest. Lying there silently for a moment, Dean's soft, almost childlike voice softly broke the silence."Sammy? Can... can you sing 'Hey Jude'?"
Smiling weakly up at the ceiling she nodded, the lyrics and tune instantly popping into her head. Must have absorbed more memories then she thought.
Gently clearing her throat, she closed her eyes and softly started to sing.
"Hey Jude... don't make it bad. Take a sad song, and make it better..." She lulled out gently.
Dean let out a bliss-filled sigh and nuzzled deeply into arms..
"I love you Sammy... More than anything and anyone else in the world." He mumbled out softly, before slipping into a deep whiskey induced slumber. Continuing on with the song, Char couldn't help the unbelievably shap pang of jealously that suddenly shot through her chest.
More than... than anyone else in the world?
Charoum was snapped out of the flashback by her uncle shaking her shoulders fiercely. "Char? CHAR?" He shouted, voice layered with worry and fear. Her head snapped up.
She looked up at him with hazy eyes, "W-What? What happened?" She muttered out dazedly. His brows furrowed. "Your dad came out shouting that you'd gone into some... trance or something. Char, I've been trying to snap you out of it for the past 8 minuets. What the hell happened?"
Char gave him a long, long look. Tell him! a spiteful part of her brain hissed, Tell him it was you! Make him realize how much he's taken for granted! How important you really are to him! For a second, she was seriously tempted to, but didn't in the end, of course.
Giving him a blank look of regard, Char just shook her head, "S'nothing to worry about, Dean... I'm probably just tired or something."
Shut! she instantly shouted to herself mentally when his gaze went from worried to alert in one split second. You see, Char never called her uncle just Dean unless she was hiding sometime personal.
It was her own personal tell for when she was lying about her feelings. Like when she called her father daddy instead of dad or Cass. "Char, tell me what wro-"
HONK! "Hey jackass! We gotta go now!" Resa shouted from outside. I could tell just from his expression that he was about to bark back some colorful comment so I cut him off before he could, "Doesn't matter De...Uncle Dean. Just go already."
He looked like he was about to argue but she just smiled and shook her head, "Go Dean. You've got whole camp to worry about, remember?" She quoted coolly back to him something she'd had drilled into her all her life.
He frowned deeply, obviously not liking having his words thrown back at him. "Char... he whispered out softly, starting to raise his hand up to place on her hand. The look she gave him obviously discouraged the act and he dropped it.
"Don't pretend to start caring now, Dean... Just...just don't." He gave her a pained look, at a loss of words. Giving him a smile that was patented to only a true cynic, she sighed out tiredly, "Its a little late to hand over the emotional I.O.U's, Dean."
Giving her a sad look, she was surprised to see that he was looking close to tears, "Char... You know that I love you, right?" That comment stung her heart like hell. Giving him a dull look, she questioned quietly, "More then anything or anyone else in the world?"
Dean froze solid at that, and she allowed herself a weak smile. "Time to go Dean. Got the world to save, remember?" Standing shakily to his feet, Dean stumbled over to the door and opened it. Char felt like her heart was dying with every second he stood there.
Just go already... Standing with his back to her for a moment, she felt her heart jump with hope as she saw his head turn to the side to say something. It wasn't what she'd wanted to hear at all though...
"Stay safe Char. I'll see you..." And left, letting the door slam behind him. Char stared at the door, eyes wide. Her face was frozen into an expression that someone who hadn't felt the feelings she was would never understand.
Char's heart ached like a sonofabitch and her throat was livid with pain.
Listening as the sound of rumbling jeeps rode off into the distance, she sat quietly for a bit in the heavy set silence of the cabin. And after a moment, a small, sardonic smile slowly spread across her pale face.
"I'll be seeing me a lot sooner then you think Uncle Dean..."
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Oh, and if you're wondering about the nickname Cass called Char 'loholostimcul'.
It's a combination of Enochain words Bright (loholo)' and 'Angel of light (stimcul)' = Bright Angel of Light. :) Loholostimcul.
I may not be 100% accurate, but then again we're talking about a language supposedly spoken by angels. Who the hell knows what is or isn't accurate? Lol.
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