"My daughter! What do you mean my daughter?" Sam said shocked as he leapt off the bed towards Castiel, I wiped the tears from my face and regained my previous composure. I knew better than to let my emotions get the better of me.
"There is a weapon in heaven that allows angels to see the future without having to actually travel there. You are destined to have a daughter and she is your daughter. I, however , have no idea why she is here," Castiel said. I had not seen him in years and I hated even being in the same room with him. My father turned back to me and just stared at me, I felt like he was analysing me.
"Can you not stare at me like I am some anomally? No offence," I said, he blinked a few times before turning away. It was strange seeing my dad when he was young, it was even weirder seeing my Uncle Dean young. He had no grey yet and no wrinkles, he had not faced the horrors that I had seen. I lifted myself up off my bed, I swayed slightly and started to fall but I was caught mid-fall.
"Woah hey there. Take it easy. You were pretty banged up when we found you," Dean said as he helped me stand.
"Its nothing," I said shaking him away "I've had a lot worse."
I saw Dean turn to Sam with a worried look on his face, I limped over to my bag and pulled out a vial of purple liquid.
"What the hell is that?" Dean asked, I smiled at the fact that I had knowledge they didn't, it usually was the other way round.
"It'll help me heal faster. Trench-coat angel can't heal me because I'm out of my time. Bottom's up!" I said as I downed the lavender root mixture that I had brought with me, I winced when I felt it course through my blood. It tasted like crap as well.
"What are you doing here?" Dean said as he stared at me.
"I came to prevent the future. I want to change it," I said in a serious tone.
"Why? What happened?" Sam asked, he sat on the bed opposite me, he looked like a child ready to listen to a story.
"Everyone is dead, I barely managed to get back here."
"How did I die?" Sam asked, I looked at him and I swear I saw something familiar in him.
"You don't want to know," I said as I felt my heart ache.
"Yes I do. You have the same face I had when my father died. What happened?" Sam demanded, his whole body language told me he bracing himself for a bad answer.
"You were murdered in front me when I was eight, I was hiding under the bed from Langorans, they are the threat in the future. You heard them coming and you hid me and told me to stay still and quiet. They tortured you for about an hour before they killed you, I could hear you screaming when they tortured you. They left after they had killed you and Uncle Dean turned up an hour later," I said as I felt my eyes water and my voice break.
Sam rushed over to me and hugged me tightly, I sobbed in my fathers arms. I hugged him tightly, it had over a decade since I had hugged my father.
"Dean raised me from then, I'm so sorry daddy. I couldn't do anything to stop them," I cried as I felt my heart ache further.
"Shhhhh... its alright. Dad's here," I heard him say. He held me in a tight hug that I never wanted to leave.