Oh Heavenly Father, Oh Heavenly…Daughter?
Chapter 9
Char's POV
Char's let out a whimper of fear, clutching her chest as if afraid her heart would jump out of her very chest. Her father and uncles reactions were not as restrained.
Uncle Dean thrashed in his restraints. "For Gods sake Char, untie us so we can protect you!" He cried out desperatly, face streaming with tears of terror and grief.
Her father was even worse, and it made her heart ache.
"Please, please baby, let us protect you! You can't die, you just can't!" The raven haired girl just have them both a shakey smile, tears dribbling down her pale cheeks and slipping down onto the wood flood.
"S'all right you guys... Everything is going to be alrig-"
BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM!
All three jumped in fright and Char let loose a fearful sob. The loud stuggles only grew as the door groaned and shook in protest as the wild best rammed its large body up against it.
"CHAR! Jesus, untie us sweetie! PLEASE!" Dean wailed horsley, but she didn't.
She ingored the wails, sobs and pleas from the men. Just stood tall and firm as the door splinterd open, being ripped apart by the beasts large, sharp claws.
"Charoum! Baby, please don't do this, I'm begging you!" Dad shouted, more emotion then she had though it was possible for him to express layering his voice. She wanted to give in, God did she ever. She wanted to let her uncle and dad protect her and hide in their arms until the scary creature went away, but she couldn't.
She had to be the grownup. She had to keep them safe, even if they didn't know it themselvs. Char had done it so much over the years... Talked and comforted her dad and her uncle down of the ledge.
Now was just another one of those instances. Another drunken hug, another night holding Dean close as he broke into pieces and putting them back together, another afternoon convincing her dad that antidepressents and alcohol aren't supposed to mix.
Just... another day.
Though she assumed that this one would be a bit more permenant. Char squeezed her eyes shut, letting the warm, salty tears dribble down her cheeks as she steeled herself for what was to come. She toned out her loved ones pleas and cries, the sound of the hellhound quickly ripping the wood off the door, eagerly trying to get to its prey.
Letting out a shuddering breath, a weak smile graced her lips.
BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM!
At least... At least let it quick.
CRRRACCKKKK!
Her eyes snapped open, and as she saw that monstrosty lunge across the room, claws extended, razor sharp teeth bared with a carnivorus gleam in its eyes the world came into a sharp clarity.
In that moment of utter clarity, a wave of serenity washed over her being as a soft voice whisperd not into her ear but into her soul.
Not yet child.
Then everything went black.
Dean's POV
Dean loudly tapped along to Metallicas 'The Four Horsemen' while it blared out of the let out a frustrated growl and glared at his brother, "Damnit Dean! Could you please turn that down to a HUMAN LEVEL!" He shouted over the loud music, proceeding to turn it down.
Dean just rolled his eyes in amusment and chuckled a bit. "C'mon Sammy. You seriously need to work on getting that giant stick out of your ass. I don't think Cass appreciates you stealing his things."
Sam just rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I'm trying to research demon omens over here and you're making it hard as hell to do. Oh, and by the way, 'The Four Horsemen'? Really Dean? Is that you're sick idea of a joke?" He questioned in disbelief.
Dean smirked back at him in amusmentamusment. "Hey, don't blame the music. It's an awesome album and an awesome band. Don't be hatin' on Metallica bitch!"
Sam just rolled his eyes and started to slide his eyes back at his laptop screen when suddenly his eyes locked on a dark shape in the back seat in the mirror. "Dean! Pull over!" Sam shouted, jerking the handgun he kept tucked under his seat out and flicking off the saftey.
The older hunter swearved to a stop and slammed on the brake. "What the hell Sam?" He demanded, then caught sight of the image in the mirror and proceeded to also go into soldiure mode.
"Who are you!" Sam barked out, gun drawn and pointed. The small figure jerked at the loud noice, seeming to just come out of some deep trance and his and her eyes locked.
Dean felt a wave of shock wash over him as he stared into the young face. Jaw dropping, his hand shot out and pushed Sam's gun down.
"Put it away Sam." Dean ordered, earning a confused look from his younger brother. Turning his face back to the young girls, he finally spoke carefully. "Is that you, Char?"
Looking back at him with wide, confused looking blue eyes. She nodded he head in answer to his question.
"D-Dean?"