I never imagined I'd be taking gun lessons. At least, not at my young age. Considering what I can do to a person, do I really need to wield a gun? Nevertheless, I learned how today.
Afterwards, Ellen was itching to go out and look for her daughter again. I offered to go with her; maybe I could slowly reveal my identity to her. Sam offered as well, but Dean didn't seem too keen to that. Why, I don't know, but it had to be personal because they went to talk privately, then Sam loudly pushes his brother back against a doorway.
Nearly all of us looked over by then. Something starts welling up inside me, is this fear again? I silently gulp as Sam comes back out, ready to join Ellen and I. "Where did you last see Jo?" He asks Ellen.
We're outside beginning our trek. Ellen asks about their little fight, then proceeds to drill me for info about myself. I cautiously look at Sam, like a child looking to their father to speak for them. "You can trust her." He promised.
Ellen looks at me curiously. "What is it?"
I stopped and sighed nervously, holding out my hand to hers. "My name is Lynn Logan; I ran away from home to protect my family because I'm-" What's the term called, 'choked'? Because that's what just happened to me.
"You're what?" Ellen asks halfway through shaking my hand.
"She's the daughter of Lucifer," Sam answers for me. "She just found out this morning."
Ellen quickly widens her eyes and pulls her hand back. "What the hell did you just say?"
"I'm here to help!" I reassured her. "I've never hurt anybody before until the store earlier."
"According to what our friend Cas told Dean and I," Sam started. "She's been sheltered her entire time on Earth, we don't know who did it or why."
I didn't know that. My entire time on Earth? Where was I before here? By sheltered, do they mean Tei sheltered me? Does he... does he know who I am? Has he always known? I wish I could see him again.
"It really is the end times," Ellen decided. "If Sam and Dean took you in, then you're alright by me."
I smile at her in relief. "Thank you."
xxx
We've found a house with an active chimney, and active demons as Sam and Ellen say. The bald man I saw staring out the window did not have black eyes. They have to be able to hide their real eyes or something, but I still don't get it.
"Demons don't get cold," Sam reminded us. "Makes you wonder what they're burning in there."
I don't get cold ei-
My thoughts went unfinished when Ellen gets grabbed from behind, thrown against the side of the house. Sam turns and attacks the man who did it, while a young, blonde haired lady rams a shotgun against Ellen's neck. This must be her daughter, because Ellen widened her eyes and didn't resist.
"Don't you hurt her, don't you!" She cried. I'm so confused - is this Jo? Are her eyes black to her mother?
"Give me my mom back you black-eyed bitch," Jo hisses at Ellen.
"Lynn!" Sam shrieked, snapping me back to attention. I have to do something! Out of nowhere I yelled out, shooting out my arm to send the man attacking Sam back, landing hard on the ground. Ellen gets free of Jo. "Ellen, run!" Sam orders her, aiming his shotgun over to the unconscious man, when someone behind Sam hits him hard in the back of his head.
Ellen snatched my wrist and now we're running, leaving Sam behind. We'd nearly made it back to the church when I stopped. "Ellen."
"What-?"
"I'm going back," I told her.
"The hell you are, get in here," she ordered me.
"Ellen, please. Sam said I can trust you. I need you to trust me. I'm going back for Sam."
She seemed to understand. "Go." She enters the church. I turn around and close my eyes, reappearing outside of the demon house.
"You know you can't get in there," I heard Roger say as he appears next to me. I didn't even flinch.
"I know," I tell him. "Just like I know you're behind all of this, right?" I look into his eyes.
He smirked. "Just doing my job."
"Your job?"
Roger stares dead at me in confusion. "I am War." He introduced.
"War?" I repeated. "Am I supposed to know what that means?"
Roger no longer looked confused. "No," he said. "I guess not." He grips my shoulder and we reappear near the broken bridge to town, when he next stabs me in the chest with a dark silver knife. I wasn't expecting any pain, but I felt something: a sharp, very sharp burning, and it hurt enough that I screamed.
"Iron blade," Roger tells me. "Demons can't touch this stuff, and I guess Halfling's like you can't either." He leaves the blade in and disappears, leaving me to collapse to the ground. Immediately I attempt to grab the blade to pull it out, but it burns my hand upon contact.
"What?!" I sputtered. I try again with the same results. I let out several curse words before I tried a third time, but it was just too painful. I'm not even bleeding out, but it feels like I'm dying. I continue to cripple in pain.
I should have never left home, I never should have let Castiel take me. I should have stayed and protected my family, and Tei could keep protecting me.
Tei.
Something watery rolls down my face and hits the ground in little drops. I must be crying, but I don't feel it, at least not on the outside. I roll over onto my back from my side, staring up at the fading sky. It will be dark soon.
I close my eyes again and imagine being home. Come on, I can fly. Fly home! My emerald orbs reopen to the same Colorado sky. I gaze down to my wound. The blade must prevent me from using my powers.
Roger did an effective job getting me out of the way.
It feels like hours I lay stuck on the bridge, begging internally for Tei to be here like he always was. Finally, someone called for me back. It wasn't Tei, but I saw Dean's face suddenly loom over mine. "Lynn!" He said again. "Hold on, okay?"
"Iron blade," I sputtered. "Roger, he- he- it's him."
"We know," Dean admits. "We've stopped him. Now listen, I've got to pull this out of you, and it's going to hurt like hell. You ready?"
I must have trembled like a child because Sam knelt down on the other side, grabbing my hand and squeezing. "Okay." I said to Dean, taking a deep breath.
The next thing I know, I'm waking up in the back of the old Impala Dean drives, and guess what he's doing. "What the-?" I groaned, noticing the passenger seat was empty, and it's just me back here.
"Welcome back," Dean let out. "You okay?"
"Uh... what happened?" I check on my wound - the blade was gone.
"You fainted when I was pulling the blade out," Dean explained. "Looks like you pulled through, kiddo."
"Wait..." I said cautiously. "What HAPPENED?" We're driving down a long stretch of road. "What happened to the town? Roger?"
"Roger was actually War, a Horseman of the Apocalypse," Dean clarified. "He was turning the entire town on each other, making everyone think they were demons."
"I knew something was wrong," I sighed, laying back down. "I told Sam that I never saw anyone with black eyes, but I don't think he believed me."
Dean looked at me through the rearview mirror. "You did?"
"Yes."
Dean now looks vaguely mad. "He didn't mention it to me."
"Where is he?" I asked next.
Dean was quiet for a few seconds before he answered, "I guess you could say we split. He doesn't trust himself to hunt."
Huh? "I don't understand."
"Don't worry about it, okay? You worry about getting better from that wound."
"You're not scared of me, Dean?" I asked him.
"What's that?" He asked back.
"I'm a half-Demon. You guys don't like demons. Why don't you hate me, too?"
Dean shook his head. "You're a half-Angel too, you know. If you meant us any harm you'd have already done it. You're alright, kid. You did good today."
You did good today.
"What happens now?" I asked, turning on my opposite side to hide my huge smile.
"Going on another hunt," Dean decided.
"Demons again?" I assumed, already not looking forward to it.
"No," he said thankfully. "Now get comfy, today's lesson is about vampires."
NO. FREAKING. WAY.
We drove from Colorado to Greeley, Pennsylvania to hunt vampires, and they were much easier to handle than... well, than War I suppose. This was much messier though, decapitating them and such.
I'm probably disturbed by now.
We return to the motel room Dean got for us when Castiel made his presence known, scaring the hell out of Dean in the bathroom. "Don't do that!"
"Hello, Dean."
"...Cas, we've talked about this. Personal space?"
"My apologies."
I am rolling in my bed from laughter. "How'd you find me, anyway?" Dean then asked, exiting the bathroom. "I thought I was flying below the angel radar."
"You are. Bobby told me where you were," Castiel clarified, following Dean out but he was looking around the room curiously. "Where is Sam?"
Dean was putting on a jacket. "Sam and I are taking separate vacations for awhile," he answered. "So, you find God yet? Can I have my necklace back please?" He then asked.
"I haven't found him, that's why I'm here, I need your help." Castiel answered.
"For what? God hunt? No, thanks." Dean scoffed.
"Not God, someone else." Castiel corrected.
"Who?" I asked suddenly.
"An Archangel, the one who killed me." Castiel announced.
"What?" Dean and I let out in unison.
"His name is Raphael," Castiel admitted.
"...You were wasted by a teenage mutant ninja angel?" Dean asked sarcastically.
"Really?" I spat in sarcasm at Dean.
"I've heard that he's walking the earth. This is a rare opportunity for information." Castiel explained.
"How's that gonna work?" I asked him. "If he... killed you? I don't think popping up in his room at the crack of dawn will work like you did to me." I explained.
Dean gave us both a very curious look.
"We will trap him, and interrogate him." Castiel decided. Dean then asked why we should help, to which Castiel replied that because Dean was Archangel Michael's true vessel, no angel would harm him.
True vessel-? Castiel told me I'm in one... and now Dean was the Archangel Michael's-? Oh, hell.
"Let's do it," I shrugged. Dean sighed and agreed. Castiel was ready to send us on a flight when Dean stopped him quickly.
"What?" Castiel asked, flexing his hand back in slight surprise.
Dean grimaced. "Last time you zapped me, I didn't poop for a week! We're driving!"
How can I take any of this Apocalypse stuff seriously when all this guy does is crack jokes?
Waterville, Maine
Dean had taken a photo of me and had it printed out small enough to fit an FBI ID. "Dean? I'm fourteen, and shorter than the both of you. It's not gonna fly." I told him.
"Sure it will. You're from Thailand, which is why you're small." Dean snickered, handing me my ID, which had my photo and... an alias name. Megyn Vercetti was what I chose. Megyn is after my pen pal, Megan. Wow, I am just now thinking about her. I wonder how she is? Have her powers developed any like mine have? It's not something we really talk about, she is always very shy about it, like she wants to keep it secret.
If she only knew how good I am at keeping secrets.
"If you say so," I sigh at Dean. I flatten out the small women's suit I'm wearing, feeling ridiculous. Dean had his own suit on while Castiel had not changed his attire. "Can't I just stay in the car?" I asked.
"Nope," Dean declined. "If you're gonna stick with us, you're gonna learn to roll like us."
I gave a pleading expression to Castiel, hoping he would help me out but all he did was stare. I don't think Castiel likes me... maybe I freak him out. Or is he always giving hard stares like he has no idea what's going on? Regardless, I must ask him something. "Hey, Castiel?"
"Yes?" The blue eyed angel looks deeply at me.
"Do you know an angel, or anyone like me, whose name is Megan?" I wondered.
Castiel was quiet for a bit before he replied, "I don't think so."
"Oh, okay," that's too bad, but I figured as much, since he doesn't know Tei either. "Can you tell me why we're here again?" I asked next.
"The sheriff here laid eyes on the Archangel." Castiel fulfilled me with an answer finally.
"...and he still has eyes?" Dean wondered.
What? "How we supposed to get any info from him?" I pressed.
"We will tell him that he saw an Angel of the Lord, and he will tell us where he is." Castiel explained.
"Huh? No, it doesn't work like that," Dean stashed an ID inside Castiel's big coat. "We have to lie to him." He corrected.
"...why?" Castiel asked.
"That's what humans do, especially if they wanna be president." Dean told him, myself snorting at another of his remarks. Here we go again with the jokes.
Questioning the Sheriff was a disaster; Castiel kept talking about demons and the explosion the Sheriff seen wasn't actually that, just a mess of white light. The only survivor was down at the hospital. Castiel tells us after we head out that the survivor has to be the vessel Raphael was using. When we get to the hospital, we saw an African-American man, partially bald, in a wheelchair, wobbly and drooling.
"I take it the ninja turtle's gone," I assumed.
"Just an empty vessel," Castiel realized, looking a little unhappy.
xxx
Later, after we took shelter in an abandoned house, I was so disappointed to find out that there was no running water. "So this ritual of yours, when's it gotta go down?" Dean wondered.
"Sunrise," Castiel replied.
"You keep saying we're gonna trap this guy. Isn't that kind of like trapping a hurricane with a butterfly net?" Dean asked.
"No, it's harder," Castiel admitted.
"Do we have any chance of surviving this?" Dean asked.
"You two do," Castiel looked at me. I gulped.
"So… you're a dead man tomorrow." Dean realized.
"Yes," Castiel confirmed in a low voice.
"Well, last night on earth, what are your plans?" Dean asked.
"I thought I'd just... sit here quietly..." Castiel told him.
"...come on, booze? Women?" Dean suggested. Castiel stared out the window. "You HAVE been with women before, right? Or an angel, at least?"
Castiel rubbed the back of his neck.
"You mean to tell me you've never done any cloud-seeding up there? If Lucifer can mess around, surely you can." Dean asked.
"REALLY?" I interrupt.
"I've never had occasion, okay?" Castiel admits in a slightly irritated voice.
"Alright. Let me tell you something," Dean started. "There are two things I know for certain. One, Bert and Ernie are gay. Two, you are not gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch." Dean assured.
I realized what he meant. "I'll stay in the car." I rolled my eyes. I would rather not spend the night at a hooker joint.
"Lets go." Dean turned and left our waterless shack. Castiel sat still for a moment then got up; I followed him.
While I relaxed in the back of Dean's Impala, I did something I promised Castiel I wouldn't do. I pulled out a pre-pay cell phone Dean got me, and I called home. This is the first time I have been alone and nothing is in peril and I'm not stuck on the ground suffering from an iron blade. The phone rings once then tells me the other line has been disconnected. What-? I hang up and try again, but no dice.
Now, I call my best friend Alice. It rings a few times and I hear her familiar, high pitch voice say, "Hello?"
I try not to choke again. "Alice? It's... it's Lynn."
A light gasp comes from her. "Lynn?" She repeated. "You're alive? OHMYGOD!"
"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked her.
"You were kidnapped!" Alice nearly screeched. "And then- and then- your family..."
I widened my eyes. "My family? Are they okay?"
Silence. I don't like where this is going. "Alice?"
"You don't know?"
"Know what?" I demanded. "What happened?"
"They were murdered," she tells me next. "I'm sorry, Lynn. I'm so sorry you had to find out like-"
I'm pretty sure I crushed the phone into pieces with my bare hand, and I continue to lay in the backseat, feeling unusual. Is this numbness? I can feel the salty tears run down my face again. My family was gone.
"Lucifer," I growled, thinking it had to be him. Tei - Lucifer must have murdered him too. That has to be why he hasn't found me yet, he's... dead.
I'm alone.
Shockingly, Dean and Castiel were not in the, uh... hooker place for very long. They returned to the car, and I forced myself to lay on my left side, facing the backseat so they couldn't see me upset. Hopefully they wouldn't notice my crumbled phone on the floor.
As we made it back to the waterless shelter house, we were met by the Archangel Raphael, exactly as we hoped. He was possessing the vessel we encountered at the hospital. Blue lightning in the shape of wings sparked all around him and it scared the hell out of me.
"Castiel," he bellowed after the lightning faded.
"Raphael," he said back.
We walked closer to him. "I thought you were supposed to be impressive, but all you did was black out the room." Dean smirked.
"And the eastern seaboard," Raphael added. "Dean Winchester, I know who you are, and thanks to Castiel, I know where you are."
"You won't kill him, you wouldn't dare." Castiel warned.
"But I will take him to Michael," Raphael decided... taking a few steps forward. DON'T LOOK DOWN... DON'T LOOK DOWN... KEEP STARING AT HIM...
"Sounds terrifying, but uh, I'm not going anywhere with you; we knew you were coming, you stupid son of a bitch." Dean threw a lit lighter and a circle of fire surrounded Raphael.
This was about to be one hell of an interrogation.