"So are we going to talk about it?" Sam asked well we were driving to who knows where.
"Talk about what?" Dean played stupid.
"You know what I am talking about. That what you said you were tired of the job. And that it wasn't just because of Dad," Sam explained.
"Forget it," he told Sam.
"No, I can't. No way," Sam argued.
"Come on man, I thought we were both going to die, you can't hold that over me." Dean made up an excuse.
"No, no, no, no. You can't pull that crap with me, man. You're talking." Well the truth can't stay hidden forever.
"And what if I don't?"
"Then I guess I'll just have to keep asking until you do." welp they are both being stubborn. This could very well go on for hours.
"I don't know, man. I just think maybe we ought to . . . go to the Grand Canyon," Dean suggested.
"What?" I was right there with Sam and I knew what John told him.
"Yeah, you know, all this driving back and forth across country, you know I've never been to the Grand Canyon? Or we could go to T.J. Or Hollywood, see if we can bang Lindsey Lohan."
"You're not making any sense," Sam told him.
"I just think we should take a break from all this. Why do we gotta get stuck with all the responsibility, you know? Why can't we live life a little bit?" He asked.
"Why are you saying all this?" Sam countered with. Dean shock his head, turning away. "No, no, no, no, Dean. You're my brother, all right? So whatever weight you're carrying, let me help a little bit."
"I can't. I promised." That is when I decided to jump in.
"Dean, Sam has the right to know," I told him from the backseat.
"Know what?" Sam questioned. Dean then pulled over and turned to me.
"How do you know?"
"Look well I try to block other people's thoughts and emotions things still slip through the cracks," I lied.
"How long?"
"Since Dad's funeral," I explained.
"Would you two please stop talking as though I'm not here?" But Sam's request fell on deaf ears.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because I was hoping that you respected and trusted us enough to tell us yourself but that obviously ain't happening and like he would have believed me. Saying that you kept this from him," I explained.
"This wasn't about that."
"Maybe not but you still lied about what dad told you. That you either had to save Sam or kill him. Dean you didn't even question that order. You are still follow orders blind. You act as though he could never be wrong. You have no clue what is going on and I get that you are scared but you are trying to fight a battle you know nothing about." It was then that Sam jump in.
"What you talking about? Did Dad really say that?" He questioned. I could see the pleading in his eyes hoping that it was a lie or that I understood wrong.
"Sammy…" He trailed off.
"Dean, tell me the truth." Sam demanded.
"Ya it's true," He whispered.
"Dean how could you not have told me this?
"Because it was Dad, and he begged me not to. Plus Astrid didn't tell you either." Dean defended himself.
"Who cares?! Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me! And Astrid is right, it should have come from you."
"You think I wanted this? Huh? I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth. Then I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day." Dean playing the victim, why was I not surprised.
"Look From what I understand you two have had a long a long day let's just find a motel or something get some rest and we can talk in the morning." We did do that and just as expected Sam started to sneak out. I followed him out.
"Where you going Sammy?" I asked.
"Astrid I just need to clear my head for a while, find out more about these kids."
"I know. It's time you know the truth." I then grabbed his arm and flew us to the cabin on my island. The living room to be specific. And as expected he started to freak out going for his gun. "Sam I get that you are freaking out but I mean no harm. If my goal was to kill you I could have done so thousands of times over the years but you need to know the truth and more importantly you deserve it. I've tried to not lie as much as I could but I have had to a lot to keep my promise but that end now I promise from this point forward the truth and nothing but the truth. Sam all I ask is that you hear me out, let me tell you everything I can, and if at the end you still want me gone then you will never see me again. Please just sit with me and let me tell you why," I pleaded before sitting on of the chairs. Before signalling for him to sit on the one across from me. He kept the gun on me but did sit.
"Talk," he ordered.
"Ok first things first as you have probably guessed my name is not Astrid nor am I your sister, at least not by blood. In all honesty I haven't used my birth name in a very long time, even among those who know it. Most know me as Riva or as Hel," I gave a pause to see if he would say anything but once it became clear that he wasn't I continued. "I am both a Norse goddess and a Nephilim. Half human, half angel. I have been hunted since the second I was found out. You see Nephilim are seen as abominations and are hunted along with their angelic parent. Now would you like me to tell you things in any particular order or do you wish me to go from least likely to have you explode at me to most likely?"
"Why pretend to be are sister?" He questioned.
"To protect you. Look I didn't even know the full truth about how much danger you were in. That is mainly my fault. It was my job to protect you but I have been out of the loop for quite some time. You see there is a plot that has been millennia in the making. This plot could very well decide the fate of the world. I'm sure that you know the general story of what happened with Lucifer. Both heaven and hell want him to be freed from his cage. Once I found out you and Dean were involved I started poking around. Despite being what I am I still have some contacts in the higher ups. Sam what I'm about to tell you can't leave this room, not even Dean can know or best case you end up on the run worst you end up dead. Do you understand?" I knew there would be a blow up no matter what and Dean would eventually find out the truth Dean would freak. He is too much like his dad, seeing the world in black and white with all non-human being pure evil.
"Why should I listen to a thing you are saying? All you've done is lie and manipulate me."
"Look I wanted to tell you as soon as you turned eighteen but it wasn't my choice. Sam what I'm about to tell will turn your whole world upside down. It will change everything you thought you knew to the point that I doubt you will believe me despite it being the truth. Which is why I am going to show you but this will put you in a great deal of danger. Very few people know I'm alive and even fewer know the truth about you, it needs to stay that way for both of are families' sake. So do I have your word or will I have to do something that I would never do under normal circumstances?" I had no want keep him on the island by force but if it takes him hating me and turning my statuary into a prison to keep him and the rest of my family safe then so be it.
"If it could really hurt Dean then yes you have my word I will keep it to myself but if he need to know at any point I will tell." So he wants to barter, game on cuz.
"Counter offer only if his life is on the line or he has found out by himself but you can't make it obvious that something is different. I will not make you outright lie him or risk his life." I knew that he could break his word but I wasn't going to make him make an oath.
"Fine, I will only tell him as a last resort. Now show me what you need to." I then went over to him putting my hand for him to grab and when he did I pulled him to his feet before I let the scene around us change to us watching me knock on Mary's door all those years ago.
"Is this…" he trailed off.
"Your old house? Ya but be quite and pay attention."
"You." Mary said after she opened the door.
"Is that you? You knew my mom?" He was right I truly looked different, the longer gothic black jacket that ended right at my knees. My black shirt almost completely covered by the two pieced of black fabric that kept the coat done up with a silver zipper. Skin tight jeans and black wedges with studs, chains and a pentagram.
"Sh. I will explain later." I was kinda wierded out by watching myself.
"Hello Mary, would you be able to talk. It is a very urgent matter that I believe you could help us…" at her uneasy face I continued. "I promise that if you don't like what I have to say I will leave and never bother you or your family ever again." she then moved aside allowing other me to come in. Me and Sam following behind them.
"Who she mom?" a young Dean asked.
"She is an old friend." After we were away from the boy we started to talk.
"Well as you know I am not human, at least not fully. I'm a Nephilim, half angel half human, and I have been on the run for a very long time. The only reason I was able to survive was because of my uncle Gabe. You see the act of creating a Nephilim and being one is a huge crime. I've come to you because my cousin isn't as far as long as I was. He is but a baby well I was but a few years off of gaining my powers. You see Nephilim are basically human for the first sixteen years of life. We can't protect him so I am asking you to. I know that it is a lot to ask but if we are found out he would not be able to fight."
"How would you have me explain this to my husband and son?" She questioned.
"Well I can either alter their memories or you can say you wanted to adopt him and your husband agreed. The first one would be harder but safer well the second would be easier but riskier but I will sort out the paperwork for whatever you chose. We will both check in when we can even if you can't see us and when the time is right we will tell him the truth."
"I'll do it." she said after thinking it over.
"Thank you. You are doing something great for all three of us." Mary and past me did talk more but I skipped forward to the important parts Aka when Gabriel showed up.
"Gabe I know that this is extremely hard for you but it is our only choice. We keep him he grows up on the road, afraid with a complicated life. And before you say we could go to Vortex, we are known as pagan gods. Showing up with an angelic kid would raise problems. This is the best choice and it won't be forever. What is sixteen years for us?" He then slowly handed me my nameless baby cousin which I then handed to Mary.
"What is his name?" She asked well she looked at the boy.
"I hadn't thought of one," he mumbled.
"Well I was going to name my second child after my father, Samuel."
"That is a good name with a good meaning. Can I hold him one last time?" Mary looked at me as if to ask if it was a good idea. I gave her a nod and she hand him back to his dad.
"If you were to stay with me this world would see you broken if not dead, for what you were born for they believe your kind to be evil but that is not true. I will watch over you till the day you can come back to me, Sammy." It was then that I took us back. I sat back down and waited for him to say something. I knew I just dropped a lot of information on the boy, an adult in human terms but only a fledgling, if even that, in angelic terms. To find out your whole life isn't what you think it is, it would be hard for anyone. Add on the fact that John basically drilled into his mind that anything that isn't human is bad.
"I know that this is a lot to take in. If you want I can make some food well you process." All I got was a nod.
