Oh Heavenly Father, Oh Heavenly…Daughter?

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

Chapter 14

Char's POV

Char felt her heart grind to a halt, feeling a spike of fear jolt through her. Please be a nightmare... Please be a nightmare…"W-What are you doing here? She demanded the pissed off looking demon. It snorted loudly at that and arched an eyebrow.

"What am I here for? What the hell do you think I'm here for?" The demon snarled violently at her. She flinched, "Y-You're not real! I'm back in time s-so there's no w-way that deal still holds!" The dark haired girl stumbled out.

The crossroads demon broke into a fit of laughter, "Try again sweet stuff. Deals I make are final. No getting out of them." He face darkened, and she growled out, "I should skin you alive where you stand for pulling this little stunt."

Char stared at the demon in confusion, and then it dawned on her. "Do you really think that I did this?" She questioned in disbelief. The demon arched her eyebrow again, "Hell yea I did! You angels… she muttered under her breath, "Even the damn kids, you're all a bunch of liars and cheats! Honestly, and you say WE'RE bad."

Her incredulity only grew, "Dude, I'm only half angel! And my dad was significantly weakened when I was, uh, she cleared her throat awkwardly, "being made. Do you seriously think that I have enough angel mojo to swing time travel?"

Her statement was filled with logical reason, but the demon just snorted again, "Oh, don't give me that bull. Only angels and crossroad demons can swing that kinda power and I know you got it." I was going to argue more but she just held up her hand, silencing me.

Scowling, she went on, "I was just going to let the hellhound go at you and all would be right. But now… her scowl suddenly became a thoughtful look. Char felt her chest knot up in utter fright.

A slow, chilling smile suddenly washed across its face, and the demon turned her blood red eyes back to Char, "Now, I'm going to have some fun. Those hellhounds are comin' oh don't you worry. But this time? I'm not going to tell you when!"

It nodded, satisfied with that resolution, "Yup, their coming alright. You won't know when, and you won't know WHERE! But I promise you that they will get you!" The blood drained from her face, pulse racing.

"But…" The demon cut her off, tilting her head back and letting out a loud cackle, "See you soon angel!...Or will I?" And with a thundering crack of lighting and a bright flash, the demon was gone.

Char let her head hang, tears dripping down her face and onto her father's as she stared down at his lifeless expression. Rain started to pelt against her back and she cuddled her father deeper into her grasp, burring her face in his cool neck.

"W-What am I going to do dad?" She choked out desolately, voice muffled by his skin. She stared over his shoulder miserably at the second cooling body of her once beloved uncle.

What is she going to do…

Dean's POV

Both men looked back worriedly when the young girl bolted awake in the back. "Char? What's wrong?" Sam questioned the pale –well, paler then usual- young girl. She jumped at the voice, before jerking her head in his direction. Christ, why does she look so scared? Dean thought worriedly to himself.

Apparently, future him had left some of his moral beliefs etched into her DNA because the terrified look instantly melted away, replaced with a sickeningly familiar look of faux calm and control. "Nothing. Just a bad dream" She assured them, and Dean felt his stomach bend just a little more at just how familiar that body language and tone was.

"It's nothing Dean. Really." She repeated more firmly, and he grimaced at the obvious, 'let it go' hidden in her tone. Another Dean Winchester patented mark. Christ, what has future me done to this kid to make in only 5 years to make her so... so cold. She chose then to turn her head too the window and stared out quietly at the dark scenery.

Him and Sam shared the same worried look and Dean sighed softly before looking back too the road in silence.

God... What is he going to do...

Voila!

There it is! Chapter 14 of my magnificant story, lolz!

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