Chapter 15

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Eleanor

"Angels are watching over me."

Eleanor opened her eyes again, startled by the sound of her daughter's voice. She lay in Lily's bed, cramped up against the wall with Lily next to her and half her back propped up against the wall by their heads. On her stomach, a children's book lay, the page she had been reading to Lily before she had fallen asleep still showing. She rubbed her eyes slightly, embarrassed that she had fallen asleep while she had been reading a goodnight story to her little girl.

"Sorry, what did you say?" asked Eleanor, absentmindedly, before she yawned.

Her entire day had been spent helping the boys finding some information about the current creature they were hunting - their previous thoughts of it being a werewolf had been wrong – and so, she was quite tired.

"Angels are watching over me," repeated Lily, her eyes looking up at Eleanor, not a single hint of tiredness being there.

"Who told you that, sweety?" asked Eleanor, brushing a little bit of hair away from Lily's face as she thought about what a strange thing her daughter had just said. After all, it was never anything she had told Lily since she knew how angels could be. Guardians was a word Eleanor wouldn't quite use to describe them after what she had heard about them from both Castiel and the Winchesters.

"Daddy," said Lily with a smile, Eleanor's eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"That's nice," said Eleanor with a smile before she sat upright. "Are you not tired, sweety?"

Lily shook her head, earning a soft sigh from Eleanor before she smiled at her daughter. "Alright then… Let's do a Dean on you…" she muttered to herself. "Wanna watch some TV?"

"Yes!" exclaimed Lily before jumping out of the bed and running towards the door.

Before Eleanor could even react, Lily had already turned the doorknob and was running downstairs; quite loudly which Eleanor hoped wouldn't awaken Bobby. She sighed again before chuckling, knowing that – although he didn't want to admit it - that was what Dean would let Lily do whenever she couldn't fall asleep. It wasn't good for Lily, but it was rather entertaining to see Dean shrink whenever Eleanor asked why he had come to bed so late.

Quickly, Eleanor scooted over to the bedside in order to stand up and follow her daughter, however a strange but familiar sound made her stop. It was the sound of wings fluttering and, although she hadn't heard it that often since he barely even visited her, she knew what that meant.

"Hello, Eleanor," said Castiel in his normal, deep voice.

She lifted her gaze to where he was standing, right beside the doorway, before smiling.

"Hey," she said before standing up. "What brings you here, Cas?"

"I… My wings," said Castiel, making Eleanor look over at him with confused eyes before she realized what he meant.

"Right," said Eleanor, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Well, you came just in time for me to spend another night in front of the TV with Lily. Wanna join?"

"I can't. I came here for a reason," said Castiel, earning a nod from Eleanor, gesturing to him to continue. "I have some… intel for you."

"Hm?" hummed Eleanor, raising her eyebrows.

"I have come to the conclusion… that I should tell you this. After all… Lily is very dear to me," he said, looking away from Eleanor.

"What is it, Cas?" asked Eleanor, her heartbeat speeding up slightly as his serious tone worried her.

"Crowley is after Lily," said Castiel, Eleanor's heart sinking at his words. "He needs her to work the power that is in the Ark."

"The power? What power?" asked Eleanor, sitting down on the bed again.

"The Breath of God," answered Castiel. "When Noah wrote on the Stone Tablets, he did so while hearing God's voice; telling him exactly what he should wright. Therefore, a very small amount of God's breath can still be found on those stone tablets. Though, no force of evil can use the powers that this brings."

"But they can use any human for that, can't they?" asked Eleanor, shaking her head. "Why Lily?"

At this, Castiel looked away from Eleanor again, sighing slightly. "Lily is the daughter of the true vessel of Michael."

"Yes; Dean," added Eleanor.

"She fits the profile of the prophecy Metatron was forced to write by God," said Castiel, making Eleanor raise an eyebrow at him.

"Sorry, who wrote what?" asked Eleanor, her mind filling with confusion. This was a lot to take in. And no one else was there to hear all of that as well.

"Metatron was the angel who wrote down the words of God. Meaning prophecies and ancient spells that not even the oldest of angels have ever heard off. But God made Metatron write an extra prophecy, one that would be about the end and the closure of Hell."

Dean

The very next day, Dean and Sam returned from their hunt. They hadn't finished the job, but after having heard that Castiel was spilling the beans, they had made Bobby call in another hunter to deal with the monster they had been hunting down. After all, family was more important.

Eleanor was sitting with her face in her hands around the kitchen table, Sam sitting next to her, ever so often sending a worried glance t Eleanor before returning back to the book Castiel had showed them. Dean had already read it himself and he was, just like Eleanor, not overly fond about what he had read.

The book was written by a demonologist who lived a few decades back. He had, by rooting through both the Bible and multiple old scrolls he had gotten his hands on, found out about a new prophecy which had never truly been talked about. When reading it, it all sounded rather fanatic but, Castiel told them that at least eighty percent was true. The prophecy was about a child, no gender named, that had traces of the grace of an archangel in their blood. This child would, somehow, gain the powers to enter Hell and destroy it from within. No demon would be able to touch this child when the child once gained these powers and no evil would either. According to Castiel, Crowley was afraid that Lily was this child and now that he finally had gotten the throne of Hell, he didn't want to lose his new kingdom either.

"How can a human have grace of an angel streaming through their veins?" asked Sam, pushing the book away from him so that Bobby could read as well. "I mean, an angel's grace isn't really something they have as part of their blood, right?"

Dean was leaning against the counter behind both Sam and Eleanor, his gaze down at the floor in front of his boots. He felt angered inside, not wanting anyone to be after Lily, especially not the King of Hell.

"Angels don't have blood," said Castiel. "And you're right. It can't be in her blood. Which it isn't. When an angel uses a vessel and leaves it again, it leaves a trace of their grace behind in the vessel."

"So, Lily must have been possessed by one of you guys once?" asked Dean, looking over at Castiel. "'Cause she ain't."

"She mustn't have been possessed," said Castiel. "Someone from her family could have been used as vessels as well."

"Well, I haven't. I refused when Michael wanted to ride me," said Dean, shaking his head and crossing his arms over his chest, refusing to believe that this was actually true. He wanted to find any kind of detail that could make this less possible to be true. And that fast.

"I haven't been either," said Eleanor, letting her hands fall down on the table.

"Dad has," said Sam quietly. "Remember? Before the apocalypse when we went back in time to stop Anna? Michael possessed him."

Frustration washed over Dean and he rolled his eyes. "What, and that works as well? Then I or Sammy can be this child as well?"

"No… Because you are not children anymore. And you had other destinies," said Castiel, remaining calm.

"Okay… so she has the grace… What about these powers that she's supposed to have? Where are they? It's not like I've seen her smite a demon just by smiling at 'im yet," said Bobby, looking up at Castiel, having read about the prophecy as well by now.

"She will get those when she is ready," said Castiel.

"And when is that?" asked Sam, furrowing his brow.

"When the angels deem it fit for her to fulfill her destiny," said Castiel.

"Meaning she doesn't have to do it if the angels think she doesn't have to?" asked Eleanor.

"That could happe-"

"Then why don't you go tell your winged buddies that she isn't doing any of this crap!" exclaimed Dean, his frustration with the calm angel having hit its peak. "I will not let her become some sort of weapon that the angels can use!"

"Dean," warned Eleanor, glancing back at him.

"What? You think this is okay? You want Lily to go through this?" asked Dean harshly, his voice loud.

"Just, stop talking so loudly about this!" said Eleanor, raising her voice as well before lowering it again. "Lily's in the room next door."

Dean looked away from Eleanor before shaking his head, trying his best to calm himself down again as he didn't want Lily to hear any of this. He looked around the room for something that could make his anger and frustration go away at least slightly and he quickly found it in the form of a bottle of whiskey placed on a counter a few feet away from him. He pushed away from the counter he had been leaning on and grabbed the bottle.

"What about these powers that the Ark holds," said Sam. "What are they?"

"They are a piece of God's power. But only a piece and they are in no way as powerful as God's actual powers," said Castiel as he watched Dean pour himself a glass of whiskey.

"Yeah, but what can they do? What does Crowley want to do?" asked Eleanor.

"I… I am not sure of what they can do," said Castiel, his eyes flickering in between Eleanor and Dean which caused Dean to narrow his eyes. It looked as though he was keeping something from them.

"God can do many things, right? If he created the Earth, he should be able to destroy it as well," said Bobby, earning a surprised look from Eleanor.

"You think Crowley wants to destroy the Earth?" she asked with a frantic tone to her voice.

"I'm just saying that whatever that power is… it can't be good," said Bobby, shaking his head slightly.

"So what, Crowley needs Lily's blood to operate this power?" asked Dean, the glass still resting in his hands. "Because he took some of her blood. She's got a scar on her hand."

Castiel furrowed his brow. "He'd need it to open the Ark as well as operate the powers."

"Okay… I think we're all thinking the same question here now," said Eleanor as she stood up, everyone in the room looking up at her. "Why'd you say that Lily should stay indoors on her birthday?"

Castiel stared at Eleanor for a while, his eyes seeming calm yet at the same time he seemed to be frantically contemplating on whether or not he should say what he wanted to say. It wasn't until he looked away from Eleanor to Dean that he started to speak.

"Because he needs someone that is the opposite of evil to help him gain control of those powers," said Castiel. "And he doesn't want Lily to destroy Hell."

"Are you saying he's going to try and get rid of her?" asked Sam, Dean's grip on his glass tightening as worry filled his heart when Castiel didn't respond immediately.

"Yes."

The glass shattered into a million pieces, cutting his palm while the liquid burned his fresh wounds. Though, Dean didn't react. He and Eleanor simply stared into each other's eyes. Both of them feeling the same worry and the same fear as the other.

What were they supposed to do now?

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