Oh Heavenly Father, Oh Heavenly…Daughter?

Chapter 7

Char's POV

Charoum quietly cruised along the dark highway, hair whipping behind her while Hells Bells blared out from the radio. Eyes slowly sliding to the small digital clock on the dashboard, she quietly read the time. 6:30A.M. A tight smile played along her lips. She had only an hour and a half left to live. Grimacing at the dark thought, she glanced back up at the highway and noted rising sun over the horizon.

My last sunset, she thought to herself. Then her eyes flickered back up to the mirror and caught sight of her sleeping family and smiled softly.

Still worth it though.

Driving along she suddenly caught sight of the familiar of the decaying buildings, sighing quietly. "Welcome home guys."

Chuck's POV

The worn prophet stared mournfully at the clock. Char would be back any second… Head shaking sadly, he quietly pulled on his t-shirt, jeans and boots to greet them for their arrival.

Char's POV

The small girl quietly pulled up into the empty jeep lot, turning the key and shutting the vehicle off. "Well… here we are." She mumbled quietly, pushing the squeaky metal door open and jumping out. Slamming the door behind her, she quietly circled around the car, pulling open her fathers door first and carefully collecting his sleeping body into his arms and over her shoulder.

One arm looped around the mans waist, she then circled around the back of the jeep and pulled open the next door, reaching in with her last free arm and skillfully, but none the less carefully pulling her sleeping uncle out and draping him over her shoulder with a small grunt.

They were heavier then before, but that was probably just the exhaustion talking. Trudging up the muddy path, both men softly jousting across each of her shoulders, her uncles feet hanging mere inches from the ground, her fathers not far behind.

Finally reaching the camp, she quietly, took in the oh so familiar surroundings of the place she'd called home all her life and sighed. "God, I'm going to miss this place." She murmured out softly.

"Char!" Shouted the familiar voice of the prophet.

Slowly turning around, she kept a firm grip on the two body's hanging over her shoulders and acknowledged the breathless man as he jogged up to her.

Bending over, Chuck took a few deep inhales in attempt to catch his breath.

"What's up Chuck?" She questioned, arching her eyebrow carefully. The man rose his head up to her, still heaving deeply but a deep expression of disbelief on his face. "What's up Chuck?! That's… all… you have… to say... for yourself?" He demanded, taking a deep breath on every other word.

Narrowing her eyes on the man, she nodded. "Yea, it is. I don't have to explain my actions to you Chuck. I did what I knew had to be done and that's all I'm going to say on the damn topic." She snarled at him.

His face softened a fraction, and he slowly straightened up himself, eyes suddenly glistening with unshed tears. "Char, your father and uncle wouldn't have wanted this. You know that. They would never want to be saved like this."

A shadow passed over her face, and she growled softly under her breath, "I think we both know that my uncle only really cared about one thing. Killing the damn devil."

Chuck gave her a pained expression and looked like he wanted to argue but she cut him off. "What time is it Chuck? I'm kind of on a tight schedule here and would like to say my… my good-byes." She finished quietly, staring up at him with a blank expression.

He stared mournfully at her for a long moment, before glancing briefly down at his watch.

"It's about 7:45A.M…" He mumbled, still staring quietly down at his watch.

Feeling her heart jump into her throat for a moment, she finally choked out, "Get everyone o-out of camp Chuck. I don't want to take the chance of one of the…Hellhounds attacking anyone."

His eyes became even sadder and before she knew what was happening he leaned down and hugged her.

"I'm so sorry Char." He whispered softly in her ear before silently letting the stunned girl go and ran off to evacuate the others. Taking a deep breath, she quickly ran the best she could to her fathers cabin, once again being forced to use her powers to open the door.

Quietly stepping into the lightly incense scented room, the raven-haired girl used the back of her heel to kick the door shut behind her and walked forward. Walking to the bed, she carefully laid both men on the bed next to each other. Going to the table, she proceeded to grab to sturdy wooden chairs, placing them in the center of the room.

Grabbing a few nails and a hammer from my father's toolbox, she walked back over to the two chairs and got down on one knee, carefully nailing the legs to the ground. Putting the hammer back, she went to her father's weapons closet and grabbed two bundles of thick rope and slung it over her shoulders. She glanced up to the clock and gulped ever so slightly.

7:49A.M… Char had to hurry.

Striding back to the bed, she once more took her uncle into her arms and strode back to one of the chairs, carefully placing him in it before she securely tied him to the chair using one of the ropes.

"Sorry Uncle Dee. Can't risk you and dad trying to kill the Hellhounds when they show up to collect." She muttered under her breath, tightly finishing off the knot.

Walking back to the bed, she grabbed her father and proceeded to the same to him as her uncle. Staring at both of them quietly for a moment, she finally grabbed a chair of her own, placing it in front of the two confined men and turning it around so she could sit on it, stomach to the back of it.

Taking hold of both sides of the backrest, she gently rested her chin on the small arch at the top of the smooth wood and spoke two quiet, but firm words.

"Wake up."

Ohhh cliffhangers, how much we have grown to despise thee. I plan on posting the next chap soon, buuuuuut, if I get some more reviews I might be more inclined to write and post faster. ;)