Edited the first part, and now I've got the second part! Third part will be soon.
Weeks later, the angel still hadn't shown, and I was grateful for that.
I was sitting at a bar in a town I'd already forgotten the name of, had already banged another chick who had a name that started with a C, I think. Maybe a B. I couldn't recall. That's not what was bothering me, though. Not what had me downing shot after shot. No, what had me trying to wipe this whole hunt from my mind was what the damn vampire I'd killed had said.
It was supposed to be a simple hunt. Then again, none of the hunts I went on ever ended up being simple.
A swift punch in the face and a dose of dead man's blood later, this guy still wasn't talking.
"Where's your nest?" I asked, right in his face. He laughed, glancing up at me with a truly amused glint in his eye.
"Don't worry about that. You should worry about bigger things than me." he replied, weak, but strong spirited. I crossed my arms and nodded at him.
"Uh huh. Why, your buddies coming to get me? Whole place is guarded, idiot. I wouldn't count on that." I countered with a smirk. It faded though when he shook his head, almost looked sympathetic at me.
"You've got a bounty on your head I've never seen. Heaven and Hell both want the Winchesters so bad." I visibly winced at that name. The monster's turn to smirk then. "Weaklings like me? Sure, go ahead, take me out. But that won't stop the demons, and it definitely won't stop the angels." And then he was laughing. Hysterically, and I was furious. I killed him right on the spot, while he was still fucking howling with laughter at me.
Thankfully, one of the other hunters had scored the location of the nest. They offered to bring me along for the big fight, but I wasn't in the mood.
And that's how I'd ended up here trying to forget. It seemed no matter where I ran, my biological family still followed. All the monsters in the world heard of the Winchesters, it looked like. I took another shot, grimaced at the sweet burn, and slammed the glass down with a shaking hand.
"Mason." I didn't even have to turn towards the source of that low, gruff voice to know who it belonged to, and my already sour mood was ten times worse.
"Thought I told you to fuck off." I said, tapping my fingers impatiently on the bar. I wanted to leave. Now. Or I wanted the stupid angel to leave. But I knew neither of those things were going to happen until he was done with whatever he wanted to inform me of.
A hand was placed on my shoulder, and I immediately shrugged it off. "Please. We can help you." I frowned.
"We..." And then my heart all but fucking stopped. Oh, and I nearly doubled over in shock. A man who looked nearly identical to me, save for the whole 20-30 year age difference, walked over. I shot Castiel a burning glare before turning back to the man in front of me. The man I never wanted to meet. The man who'd left me with my pitiful excuse of parents. My biological father, Dean goddamn Winchester. I had half a mind to shoot him right on the spot, but from the kicked puppy expression on his face, he could feel all of my silent fury lashing out at him the same way my gun would, so I spared him. Whether it was out of the goodness of my heart or because I wanted to see him reeling over the guilt of leaving me how he did, I wasn't sure.
"Told you I didn't want to meet him." I said to Castiel, yet still flinging razors at Dean with my eyes. I feared I was going to break the glass with my hand, I was holding it so tightly. Shaking so bad.
"I know, but it is a necessity at this point." He said, his monotone voice seriously only pissing me off even further.
"And why's that?" My 'father' was about to respond but I cut him off. "Not a fucking word from you, asswipe." He sighed, bit his lip and lowered his gaze to the floor. I gulped. Same thing I did when I was fully aware I'd royally fucked up in some way. Some of my rage died at that.
"Because you need to understand why so many forces are after you." The angel said. I frowned.
"And this douche bag can explain that?" Dean got defensive. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing at it.
"Hey, I was just trying to keep you from this!" he insisted. I rolled my eyes.
"Bang up fuckin' job you did there, man. Really, I owe it to ya." I said, holding up my empty glass to him before slamming it back down again. I turned my back to him and motioned for the bartender to make me another.
"Wow, Cas. You weren't kiddin' when you said this was my kid." He chuckled. The man actually had the nerve to chuckle at how furious I was at him. I was about to give another sarcastic retort, but the exchange between the angel and my sperm donor (hey, was better than calling him "Dad") had me in another fit of shock.
"Yes, Dean. As if I would lie to you about this. A million times." Castiel was giving Dean the look. I had never been in love, myself, but my parents were sickeningly so. And that look the angel was throwing at him was the exact one that my mother used to use on my actual father when he'd said something ridiculous. And the way Dean was staring back. The same way my father did that just screamed, "I'm sorry, hon." No way. No friggin' way. My biological father was fucking an Angel of the Lord. An Angel of the Lord in a male vessel. My mother had to be turning in her grave. More like, writhing and screaming in agonizing pain knowing what her sperm donor was. I laughed, way too loud to be normal. They both glared at me.
"What?" Dean spat, defensive. Again. I just shrugged.
"Nothing, nothing…Nothing at all." I kept sniggering. He knew, though. He didn't say anything else, but he knew. Castiel turned to me and got serious again.
"Mason. Your father needs to explain this because, well, he's been through it. He knows better than anyone."
A long moment of silence followed, during which, I weighed my options. I could leave, hide from them for the next ten years from city to city, doing my job the best way I'd learned how. I could get dragged to Hell, and become a demon in a few centuries. The very thing I'd hunted since the moment one walked through my door. I could also believe these guys. I could let my biological father explain everything, let him and Castiel watch over me, maybe even convince the angel to drag me out of Hell after I was tossed in, and live a semi-decent life with the strangest couple I'd ever laid eyes on. Both options were ridiculous in their own ways, but there was a lesser of two evils in the situation. Not becoming a demon. Not staying in Hell for eternity. At least, if I did have to end up doing that part of it, I'd get to spend the rest of my life with my family. I'd get answers. I'd know what to fight while I was still alive. So, I sighed, motioned the bartender over again, and bought a drink for my dad.
"Probably gonna be a long explanation," I said, holding out the glass to him. "If we really are related, you're probably gonna need this then." I added, a small smile gracing my features. Dean, on the other hand, was positively beaming at me as he walked over to the stool next to me and sat down. We toasted, God knows to what, and then gulped down our shots. And then he was off. I made sure to listen intently.
He told me about his brother. About how they'd warded off the apocalypse. The whole story you already know about Dean being Michael's vessel and Sam being Lucifer's and blah, blah, blah, Cane and Abel and all that nonsense. Dean was dragged to Hell, broke the first seal, and boom. Shit went down, but they stopped it by throwing the arch angel with daddy issues (God, why did everyone have to have daddy issues? Really?) back in his cage rather than torching half the planet.
Then he got to why I was involved with all of this. Seeing as I was a Winchester, my ass was specifically wanted in Hell to try and start the whole process over again. Break the first seal. Be pulled out by an angel. Be Michael's vessel. Kill Lucifer. Not the kind of party I felt like going to.
After all of that, I pursed my lips and nodded. Took a drink and tried to let it all sink in.
"So…basically this is all happening because our family is filled with a bunch of angel meat suits?" I asked. Dean laughed and nodded.
"Yeah, pretty much. Well, technically it's scripture, but because of our stupid bloodline, we're part of it." he replied with a smirk. That was pretty much identical to mine. Another drink for both of us, and I shook my head.
"Well, fuck. What am I supposed to say to that?"
"I can tell you what not to say." I gave him a confused look. "Don't say yes to any feathery bastards asking to use your ass for biblical purposes." he said with a wink and chuckled. I brought my glass up, laughing as well.
"I'll drink to that." My father smiled, holding his up as well. Then we both downed the remained of our drinks. We kind of just stared at each other after that. And that's when I made my decision. I was going to stay with him. And his angel. And my uncle, who I hadn't met yet, but hey, if I was sticking to the whole "live life to the fullest because I'm being dragged to Hell in ten years" thing, I had to do it all the way.
"So, Mason, gotta ask, what'd you get out of the deal?" I nearly threw up my own heart. If he had no problem believing I was his son, he obviously had no idea I was born as his daughter.
"Um…" I glanced over at Castiel, who looked just as clueless as Dean, or was…pretending? I couldn't be sure. A sudden feeling of warmth enveloped me completely and I heard the angel's voice.
"He doesn't know. If you do not wish to hell him, it is not required of you to do so." His lips weren't moving. Bastard was angel mojoing his way into my mind.
"And you know?" I thought, avoiding actually looking at Castiel.
"Yes, I do. I do not condone the way you went about solving this issue, but I do understand the desperation and the lengths people will go to in order to receive what they need."
I asked the actual stupidest question after that. "I'm still going to Heaven…? Well, I would be if I wasn't going to Hell for that deal…"
"You will go to Heaven. I will pull you out of Hell before you break the first seal." Inward sigh of relief. And then I grinned. Even bit my lip because it felt like my face was going to break from how huge my smile was. I was turned away from both of them, so neither of them saw, thankfully. But I knew Castiel could feel it because then I felt even more warmth pass through me. Love, even. Pure, unconditional love so intense it was overwhelming. "My father loves all of His children. As long as you are good at heart, which, I can tell by peering at your soul that you are, what makes His children happy, makes Him happy. And you will be welcome into Paradise."
. Christ, I couldn't stop smiling for the life of me. Even laughed a bit out of sheer relief I hadn't ever felt with such intensity before. Then I remembered Dean's question, and I regained my composure before spinning back toward him to answer his question. A lump formed in my throat and I found myself utterly unable to speak. Unable to voice the truth. I cleared my throat, but still nothing came out. I awkwardly fidgeted in my seat. Couldn't look him in the eye.
"Um…I don't…I'm not ready to talk about it." I said, cursing myself for acting so afraid, so…well, stupid, really. This guy was ready to accept me even as a goddamn cat, I was sure. And I couldn't tell him this? Sure, I knew it was normal, the whole "oh my god coming out" thing, but it was still stupid to me. Painfully so. Still, my dad nodded (notice how I'd stopped calling him sperm doner…we were getting somewhere) and shrugged.
"Whatever works, man. We got ten years."
Strange. Even though I was fully aware that I was being sent to Hell, where unimaginable tortures were no doubt going to be placed upon me, I felt more relaxed than I ever had in my entire life. Sitting with my father and his angel at a bar in a city I couldn't remember the name of.