Oh Heavenly Father, Oh Heavenly…Daughter?

[A/N: I do not own SPN sadly...*pouty face* Nor' to I own Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, or Misha Collins. *even more pouty face* They belong to their gf's/wife's –luckies...- And SPN belongs to Erik Kripke. God bless you man. God bless you... Anyways Hope you all enjoy this story!]

Chapter 10

Dean's POV

"C-Char? What the hell are you doing here?" God, better question yet. What the hell are you doing here now? The small girl just stared wide-eyed up at him and shook her head slowly. "I-I don't know. Last thing I remember…" He saw her blanch for a moment and flinch before turning her eyes back to him. "Not important. What is important is why the hell I'm here."

Staring in-between the two in obvious confusion, the younger man demanded, "Dean, do you know this girl? Who is she and how did she just suddenly appear in the backseat?" Dean kept his eyes contently on the younger girl, before answering his brother.

"Remember a few weeks ago when I called you back up to come and get you. You know after the whole Zachariah sending me 5 years into the future incident?" When the younger hunter only nodded, he continued hesitantly, "One thing I kinda forgot to mention… Cass has a kid,"

Sam's eyes grew widely in shock, and Dean finished slowly, "And…this is her." Dean watched as Sam slowly turned his head towards the girl, mouth slightly ajar in awe. She gave him the same small, amused smile that she had given him when he had learned this. "Name's Charoum. But everyone calls me Char."

Char's POV

Charoum stared quietly around the small hotel room Dean had ended up checking them into after she had first arrived. He had gone out to get some food a bit ago, leaving her with Sam. Sam. Wow, so this was him. The guy who had caused her family so much grief for the past 5 year.

She watched him shuffle awkwardly around the room, putting clothes in old dresser draws, looking extremely uncomfortable at the moment and she smiled. She didn't know why, but still did.

Guess the exhaustion was starting to take its mental toll on her. Though she had no intentions of sleeping, at least not until her uncle got back. Char had been raised to shoot first ask questions later, and she had no intention on falling asleep with just Sam here.

Mind drifting off, she suddenly felt her stomach twist inside her. How the hell had she suddenly ended up 5 years in the past? Not yet child. A small voice rang in her head. Whoever had said that must have been the one who sent her back. Only problem was figuring out who had said it.

The sudden sound of rustling sheets and shuffling feet caused her head to jerk up in alertness. "Whoa, whoa. Calm down it's just me." The younger hunter defended, holding up his hands. Taking a few deep breaths, she smiled meekly and apologized.

"Sorry about that…I'm just, really wound tight right now." The younger brother nodded in understanding for a moment before slowly sitting down on the opposite bed to her side. "So…you're really Cass' kid huh?"

Smiling at the slightly awe-filled way asked it and nodded. "Yea I really am. My dad kinda went…No, sprinted downhill when he lost his angel mojo. Got into alcohol and became good friends with the art of pill popping." She noted her uncle's brother's grimace at the comment about her father and jumped to his defense.

"Hey, it wasn't his fault! I mean, he was a fricken angel for what, ever? And then suddenly all that power and respect just slowly diminishes before his eyes. You have to admit that that's one hell of a demotion."

Sam nodded in agreement, then shifted quietly before asking hesitantly, "Hey, uh, Char? I know this might be a kind of bad time but it might really help us figure out why you're here. So can I ask you something?" She paused for a moment, then nodded a bit, "Sure. Ask away."

Taking a deep breath, Sam asked slowly, "Could you possibly tell me what was happening just before you passed out and woke up in the back of the Impala?" Char felt her stomach clench tightly once again, and as if sensing her hesitance added quickly, "Only if you want to of course.

We just need to know as much as we can so we know what to look for. So that we can try and get you back to your own time." She felt a sad rush run over her face, Back to the Hellhounds, but just sighed softly and nodded. "Alright Sam… I wa-" But she was swiftly cut off when an unsuspected voice cut through the air from behind her. A painfully, familiar voice accommodated by an unfamiliar monotone.

"Hello Sam, who is this?"