A/N Well holy shit I let this one really get away from me... yeah about that... do I really have an excuse for like 2 years of not writing it, no I do not. Forgetfulness? Well if you are at all still interested here is the next chapter!

Daphne's POV

This shouldn't be so difficult. All I am asking is for my parents blessing for something that they do! I know I must look nervous, I can hardly stand still and I'm ringing my hands like a dish towel but I just want them to support me on this.

A comforting hand grazes my shoulder and I feel Balthazar lean into me and whisper into my ear. "It is alright Daphne, you can do this I am right here." Then he squeezes my shoulder in a sign of support.

I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly. I can do this. I look right in my dad's eyes I have to show him I am strong. "I know we have had our disagreements on this but I have done everything you have asked of me. I went to school, I got my degree, and now I am old enough to make my own decisions. I want to hunt."

Not a second after it is out of my mouth my dad goes ballistic. "No! Absolutely fucking not! I will not lose my little girl to a hunter's life! You are not going to become a hunter!" Mom reaches out and tries to grab onto dad but he shakes her off. That's when I know he will not be handling this well at all. He has never pushed mom away before. "No! This is not negotiable! God dammit Balthazar how can you be encouraging this after everything you have seen?"

"Daddy please just hear me..." I try to break into the conversation but he's too far gone. He's pissed and I'm the one who made him this way. I should know because my temper is just like his, firecracker strong.

"Dammit Daph I said no! There is no fucking way I am letting you do this!" I've never seen my dad this angry or oddly upset and scared before. I can see the terror in his eyes at the thought of me becoming hunter full time.

"That is enough Dean Winchester!" My mom shouts out. Dad stops mid rant and lowers his eyes and gives mom a glance. "Don't you think that look with be working on me mister. I will not have you speak to our daughter like that!" She then pivots and puts her full mom wrath on me. "Daphne take Balthazar upstairs and show him your room."

"Mom Balthazar knows what my room looks like." I say with a laugh. One glance from her tells me to shut it and go upstairs. I'm not tall by any means but I am taller than my mom by 2 inches and I am stronger but one look from her and I know when I need to just shut up and listen. I quickly turn around grab Balthazar and head up the stairs to my room.

"What do you think she is going to tell him B-zar?" I ask him slightly worried that mom and dad will gang up on me and convince me not to do this. He just shrugs. "Who knows but one thing I do know after watching them together for the last 30 years is that she has him wrapped around her little finger. So just wait it out and we'll see."

That is not convincing. If she doesn't want me to do this then she will side with dad and next think you know they will bring John up here and have him brain wash me into doing something boring like writing text books, not that John would want to at first but mom can be pretty convincing when she wants to be. It would piss me off if I didn't love my family so much.

I've always known my family was special even when I was just a toddler I have a few memories of just staring at my family and feeling happy and content and a wonderful tingling feeling telling me we were all special and together. I've never seen my friends parents look at each other like mom and dad do and that love extends to us all and they would kill everyone on this earth to keep us safe.

Even before they sat me down and told us about the supernatural world I knew my family was something extraordinary. John didn't mean to but he would sometimes let his grace flare out and do amazing things. Sometimes small things like make pretty lights fly in my room when I had bad dream and sometimes big things like kill three demons trying to break into our home. By the time they sat me down I already had a feeling there was a different world out there that normal people didn't know about and I wanted to be a part of.

My parents may have thought they were shielding us from the unknown but umm hello I literally have a guardian angel who has been with me since I can remember, all my siblings and I do. I guess it's the evil side to it that I didn't know about and at first it honestly terrified me. Then slowly it started to fascinated me and now I am so entrenched in it I can't imagine another way of life.

"Daphne?" Balthazar asks from next to me on the bed and I turn to look at him and it's obvious by his stare that he has been calling me for a while. "Don't worry too much. It's going to be fine." He says with a shoulder nudge. I lean into him and soak in his comfort. He has been there for me my entire life. There isn't a day that I haven't seen him or an event he hasn't been at. Don't get me wrong I love my parents and they did an amazing job raising me and loving me but Balthazar has always been my rock, my home. He's my familiar place that I could just cuddle up with and lose track of the rest of the world spinning by. When I first started school I was so upset that he couldn't attend with me that he actually morphed his vessel into a 6 year old boy to go to school with me. He continued with me the whole way up until college where he didn't have to be a student anymore to be with me but merely a roommate on our off campus housing, since there was no way in hell my mom and dad were letting a 16 year old in the dorms. He was the one who brought me home every night to have dinner with my parents since that was part of their arrangement for me going to Harvard at such a young age. He's been there every step of the way and I know he will be there with me when I finally get to start hunting.

I lose track of time which is easy to do when you're stuck in your own mind and come back to reality when I hear my mom yelling up the stairs at me. "Daphne, Balthazar, you can come down now." I give him a nervous glance and he responds with a supportive hug and we head downstairs.

They are both back in the kitchen and dad's back is to me has he haunches over the kitchen island. I see the bottle of Jack open on the table and two glasses with the caramel liquid in them. Crap I pushed them to one of those moments. I know dad needs my mom whenever he pulls out a bottle. It's their unspoken code that he has to talk about something emotional and he doesn't want to. Mom gives me a weak smile and guides me to the kitchen table where I take a seat with Balthazar and wait for her to get dad.

It's like he is lost in his own thoughts just like I was not 5 minutes before. Mom comes up behind him and I actually see him jump but she just whispers in his ear and kisses he cheek dragging him to the table. He looks up at me and I can see that his eyes are tear stained red. I have never seen my father cry and I guess technically I still haven't but seeing his eyes red like that is like a knife to my gut. My hand searches for Balthazar's under the table and he finds me quickly and squeezes me back.

The room is silent for a few minutes before dad starts up. "Honey the first time you brought up to me and your mother that you wanted to be a hunter I told you that hunters die young and you retorted that your mom and I have had a good life and I was wrong. I should have sat you down then and explained to you our pasts but I didn't, I didn't want you to know what is really out there and how terrible it can be."

Balthazar looks up and my parents and I can see him visibly pale. "B-zar what is going on?" I ask him. How can he of kept something from me? We have told each other everything always. He shakes his head. "It's your parents decision on what you knew about their past Daph." He says thinking that explains everything.

My mom leans across the table and grabs my free hand. "Honey we have always been honest with you about what is out there but there is still a part we wanted to keep from you. We wanted you to feel safe and secure and not terrified like we were growing up."

"Mom I don't understand. Why were you terrified growing up? Dad was with Grandpa John and Uncle Sam and you were with Grandpa Bobby. How were you scared?"

Mom leans into dad which she does anytime she feels overwhelmed. It's a little tick of theirs I have noticed over the years. Mom leans on dad for emotional support but he leans right back. "We never lied to you but we never quite corrected what you just assumed either Daphne. Your mother wasn't raised with your Grandpa Bobby. She spent the first two years of her life with her mom and dad then.. well..." Dad looks uncomfortable, even with mom leaning into his arms.

The air seems to spin around me and I know that whatever they are going to tell me is going to change my world. It's rare that you know when a moment is going to be life altering but I know this will be. Mom looks up at me with her big blue eyes, so much like mine, and I can see the tears begging to break free. "Honey when I was two years old an angel Zachariah killed my family and sent me to a demon body farm. For the next 22 years I was possessed over 500 times and forced to do the most vile, disgusting, inhumane acts you could ever imagine. I killed people, I stole souls, I have done just about every evil act you could think up and then some. I was confined to a small cell when I wasn't out on a mission and had no contact with the outside world. That is until your father happened across my body farm and saved me." She looks up at my dad with such love and adoration that I feel my heart jump.

"How is that possible? Most humans cannot survive more than 50 possessions let alone 500 with their minds intact. How are you not a vegetable?" I am confused this goes against everything I have ever learned.

"Our line is special honey. We are meant to be the ultimate vessel. After working with Gabriel trying to figure out how it affected me and my children I realize it passes through the females in our line. You would survive just like I did. Our bodies are meant to hold God so anything less than that is merely a blip on our radar. Your brothers, your uncle, and your father would fare better than most hell they can even hold arch angels without crumbling at first but we are built special. We are built to survive any possession by an angel, demon, or God himself. That is how I was able to carry your brother John. A normal woman would have burned in the up first moment his grace made contact with her womb, even if the Angels hadn't messed up how he was conceived. " Mom says with a smirk and looks up my dad a smiles. They are both lost in a memory I have never been let in on before.

"What happened with John?" I of course know that my brother is the second coming of Christ and God on earth but what are they talking about. They are both quiet for a moment and I look up at Balthazar. He tries to keep my gaze but it falters. "I wasn't there that night but I have heard about it from my brothers. You never thankfully meet him but Raphael stole into your Grandpa Bobby's house and forced your father and mother to get married and to conceive John but he messed it up by having the essence of God blend with your dad's and his dna when he got her mom pregnant. It almost killed her but Gabriel was able to fix it."

"What the fuck are you trying to stay in clear English?" I snap back at them. They are all giving me half stories and I am lost. My dad is the next one to speak. "After I saved your mom I kept her with us even though normally I would just have left her at the nearest hospital and been done with it but something about her just screamed at me to keep her with me." He looks at mom and I have to roll my eyes at their mushy love glances.

"The first time I told your mom I loved her she was taken by demons not 30 minutes later who were trying to open purgatory using her has a vessel hoping she could contain the souls. Once I got her back I knew I didn't want to waste any more time and quickly proposed. Within two weeks Raphael broke into home and forced us to wed on his terms and then possessed me and made sure Lara was impregnated with John. It wasn't done properly and she was in a coma for over a week before her body could even adjust and wake up. Gabriel was able to fix it eventually but it was still a trying and difficult time for her. Not to mention afterwards when we had to go on the run because Raphael was trying to kill your mom so he could control John and I had to send them to another universe where the apocalypse did happen."

This is all too much. I push back my chair and jump out and I know it should have crashed but Balthazar grabs it and I run from the table needing a moment to think. I stop at the island and take a cue from my parents and pour myself a shot and suck it down. I repeat this process two more times until my world doesn't feel like it's crumbling. I don't look up from the drink and talk to them all. "What else is there. Whatever you are hiding I need to know now and I need to know tonight."

a/n again so sorry for the major inexcusable delay. I have a plan for the story and will be writing it frequently. sorry again!