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 –luckys...- And SPN belongs to Erik Kripke. God bless you man. God bless you... Anyways Hope you all enjoy this story.]
Chapter 12
Char's POV
"YOU MADE A WHAT?" Dean shouted in a blind rage. Flexing her jaw, she made a show of speaking very slowly up to him. "I made a deal. What more do you want me to say?" He uncle just sputtered in anger, "What do I want you to say? Break it of that's what I want to fricken do! Call that bitch back up here and tell her deals off!"
She sighed loudly and stared at him hard, "That's not an option here Dean. Because in breaking the deal I also loose what I dealt for." He let out a loud growl of frustration and threw his hands up into the air, "SO WHAT? What the HELL did you think was important enough to sell you soul anyways?"
He demanded voice full of authority. Wincing at the sudden montage of visual flashbacks, she stared quietly up at him with a look that said it all. "For you and my dad… I w-was there the d-day of the mission Dean…H-Hiding under an old rusted out c-car…I heard everything." She whispered out softly, forcing herself to choke out some of the words.
His face completely deadpanned at that, and after a long moment his eyes suddenly filled with a rush of different emotions. Sympathy, understanding, remorse, pity.
The very thought felt vile even in her own head. She had her pride blast it all and she did not need this bullshit! And she certainly as hell didn't want his pity! She just…she just wanted it to all be over. Something inside her just snapped, something, no everything she had been holding back for her entire life.
Locking eyes with the older man, she let the word's flow out of her like a river stream, "Don't you dare pity me Dean Winchester. Because I sure as hell don't want any of it." He looked startled at her sudden audio.
She went on, "Despite my age in years I have the mental abilities of a rising scholar and the fighting skills of a solider trained for mortal combat. I know how to use, assemble, and clean 25 different forms of guns and could hit the bull's eye on the target with a knife any day. So don't you ever, EVER pity me!
I made this choice of my own free will to correct a mistake my uncle made. And you know waht? I'd do it again. My father died for blindly investing all his misguided faith into my uncle when I think they both knew what he really wanted it in...
And the most depressing thing of it all? Now, I realize that my entire life was leading up to that one moment... Char's voice cracked, tears starting to cloud her eyes, "That one moment of finding the two most important people in my life dead." Tears were now streaking down the brokenhearted girls face.
"All because I was stupid enough to put ever last ounce of faith into them both. I ignored my gut every single time. So in all honesty? You can take your pity, and shove it right up your ass." Both men stared at her in a quiet, somber silence. They had matching looks of regret, fear and sadness etched into their handsome features.
Letting out a deep, shaky sigh Char let her gaze flicker to down to Dean's hand and smiled a little to see that the paper bag containing their now probably cold food. It was currently clutched tightly in his hand. "So…When can we eat? I'm honest to Grandpa, staving." And chuckled a little to herself.
This was going to be a very, very long stay. And she had the sinking feeling, -one that she was finally able to acknowledge- that something horrible was waiting somewhere not too far down the road. Waiting, watching them from over the horizon.
A/N: Yea, yea, yea I know. The chapter's a bit short but hey, It's been awhile since I've updated and I need to make sure ya'll keep coming back for more later on. :) Catch everyone next chap. Peace!
~Littleaprilroses