All I could see as I gazed ahead through the large window was beautiful green grass that went on as far as the eye could see. Trees framed the area nicely; some were evergreen, whilst others were bare. I felt the touch of cool skin against my bare shoulder and my senses were brought back into the room. I instantly recognised the surroundings and saw I was sitting upon a black velvet couch. Cool liquid soothed my aching shoulder and I turned to see who it was. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw who it was and immediately fear ran through my veins, freezing my heart for just a second. I was broken; I didn't have it in me yet to fight back. The shock was still too fresh. I saw my shirt lying on the table and saw that it was cleaned and repaired. I put it on and he didn't protest. He got up and stood before me. I could not form the words to say to him. I wanted so much for my supposed father to have lied and that it wasn't true. I was just so confused.

"You know deep down that it is all true yet you still doubt. Our child is within you and even speaks to you, I can hear its constant whispers and thoughts yet you block it out."

"It isn't possible. It isn't true."

To my surprise, he knelt in front of me and clasped my hand.

"Open your mind and heart and you will hear the truth"

I closed my eyes and listened to the voice within. Images of the argument Castiel and Lucifer had, came to my mind. My memory of that night was incomplete it seems. I was leaning back against the way by the doorway. They were in the middle of the living room and I was by the bedroom. Castiel had his back towards me and they were arguing. I was about to go in the living room when I heard them. I had hoped they hadn't seen me but Lucifer had notice me. I don't remember that. What was going to happen next that I had forgotten? They had stopped arguing and Castiel had left in anger but Lucifer was still there. Why did I stay? My panic increased as I realised what had happened and what I was made to forget. I did not want to see it. I wasn't strong enough to take it. All I needed to know is that it resulted in a child. My child. I pulled myself back out of the memory and opened my eyes. My heart was thumping against my chest and I couldn't breathe. I pulled my hand out of his grasp and got up. I needed to breathe fresh air. I walked towards the door and out of the room. Guards stood around the corridors; they were unsure whether to take me back.

"Let her go", he said from behind me.

I walked through the corridors in a daze and out through the oak doors into the fresh air. I continued walking; I couldn't stop. The breeze whipped my hair into my face, trying to wake me up but failing. A storm was brewing the sky and dark clouds began to gather as the winds increased. A sharp pain hit my side and I fell to my knees. I could hear them around me calling for help and panicking. I couldn't take the overload of painful information: the treatment of my mother; her death, my birth, my father, my child. Before I knew it, I was being picked up and cradle in strong arms. I was repulsed by his touch after what had happened. I could handle his cruelty but not his kindness.

I let the sadness overcome me and wept in his arms. I needed the feel of a person's arms around me. I snuggled my head further into his chest and let the warmth soothe me. I barely noticed as he carried me inside. I could not see through the tears that filled my eyes. I wept until blissful sleep pulled me under whilst in those warm arms.

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