Wayward Daughters { Barbossasdaughter

[Nene]

Following another hunt on a cool and rainy autumn evening, the Winchester brothers were on the road out of Nebraska. It would be a lengthy drive, so Sam and Dean stopped at a convenience store to top off the Impala's gas tank and fill their stomachs. After seven minutes, Sam strode out of the convenience store with bottles of water, a cherry pie, and two hot burritos. They'd not eaten much these last couple of days and Sam wanted to be certain that his brother ate more than a sugary dessert.

By the way that Dean looked at the bag, Sam knew that Dean would only want the pie, but Sam drew one of the burritos and a bottle of water out of the bag and presented them to Dean before the pie. "hey, thought you might like this, it's chicken, bacon and ranch." Sam told him, and he kept the bag close to him in the event Dean would try to take it from him for his pie. After the hunt he wouldn't blame Dean if he tossed the burrito aside and went for the pie - Sam made a mistake and he'd almost been monster food and he was uncertain whether Dean was still mad at him.

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Late one summer night, Death stood over the bed where his sleepy angel, Samael, or as she preferred to be named, Sandy napped. Following centuries of unruly behavior, Death, no longer tolerating it, opted to punish Sandy; it would not be long now and patiently he waited for her to wake on her own. Hearing and observing movement beneath the heavy blanket, Death moved closer. "Sandy? Come now, child, it's time to rise." he told her.

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Dean just finished filling up the tank as he saw Sam coming back. “What you got?” But as he saw the pie he smiled. However Sam presented him a Burrito. The elder brother sighed and took it. “Well at least it has bacon.” He said and grabbed it. “But water? You could have at least gotten me a beer.” He said as he bit into it.

They continued their drive. Dean had put on some music and was looking forward to the bunker. It wasn’t much but it was at least a place....

****

Sandy stirred. She woke up slowly and opened her eyes. Huh? What was...? She looked around and saw her father. “What is going on?” Her voice sounded so meaningless and squeaky. She looked down at herself and discovered the body of a child. “AH! What is this? What happened?” She sat up in panic and faced her father.

The last she remembered was wandering in Hell doing whatever had to be done. And now she was here?

[Nene]

Sam nodded subtly in approval when Dean took the burrito but his brows furrowed at the commentary on his selection of drinks. It would be illegal for Dean to drink and drive, as well as incredibly dangerous, for many reasons. "Wow, no. Like I'd let you drive buzzed." Sam told him and sat back to unwrap his own burrito. He knew Dean knew this, and they still had multiple cases of beer at the bunker. An awkward silence followed and Sam sighed lightly.

"You're not still mad about... you know, are you?" he looked from his satisfying burrito to Dean, hoping Dean would say no and they were past it.

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"I brought you home." Death told her simply, "You were not meant to be involved in the affairs of Heaven and Hell. For millennia, I tolerated your behavior, now it is time for your punishment."

Death motioned to her now very small vessel. He approached a lonely eight year old, hopelessly lost after running away from a dangerous situation. The eight year old wanted it to stop hurting and said yes, allowing him to suppress her consciousness for Sandy to occupy her body. "I know. This is not an ideal situation to find yourself in, and you are not happy with me, but try as you may, you will not be able to leave this vessel." he explained; in other words, she would be trapped, and her powers she would be able to sense were suppressed, for her safety. This time, he would raise her properly.

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Dean looked at her brother. “Nah. Look we both get in trouble. Sometimes you and sometimes me.” He shrugged. “After all we’re both still alive. Right?”
Suddenly he saw something in his lights and stepped on the breaks. The Impala screeched but still a little bump was heard. “Ah damn!” Dean got out...

*****

Sandy heard and she began to get upset. She had to stay in this? She tried to get out but indeed it was as if she was stuck! She growled and held her hand out. Trying to push her father with her powers away. But nothing happened. “Eh !? What...where are my powers? Why did you put me in such a puny vessel? I am an Angel of Death! An Archangel! This is embarassing!” She squeaked and growled. It sounded adorable...more like a little child throwing a tantrum!

[Nene]

Sam breathed in and out slowly, relieved that Dean wouldn't be angry with him anymore for his mistake. "Yeah," he said, voice above a whisper and he looked out the passenger side window. Those hazel hues went wide when he spotted something moving in the woods and toward the road up ahead. "DEAN," he shouted, but he would be too late. Dean couldn't stop in time.

When Dean emerged from the Impala, he would come upon a jarring sight. A young lady, not even in her teens lay spread out on her back on the asphalt. Her head lulled to the side as she tipped into unconsciousness.

Sam climbed out of the Impala and he felt his heart leap into his throat. They'd hit a kid. He went to her side and knelt down, pressing two fingers to her neck in hopes he would find a pulse. He let out the breath he held when he found one, faint, but it was there. He looked up to Dean and he nodded.

*****

Death anticipated this reaction and he bowed his head, "I put you in this vessel to stop you from creating any more trouble for yourself." He told her and he would be completely serious. "You are my creation, my child, and this, my dear, is a second chance. I will be raising you properly this time." He wouldn't be as patient as he had been previously. "Oh, I suggest you stop this tantrum."

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Dean followed his brother. Oh Shit! But as Sam nodded he was at least a bit relieved. He got his jacket off and picked her up. “Where the hell did she come from? Looks like she escaped an asylum.” He muttered and put her in the back.

It was strange but something told him to bring her home, not to a doctor or hospital. “Well let’s get home. Maybe Cass can have a look at her.” Maybe it was also that he felt guilty for hitting her with the car.

***
As they arrived at the bunker, Dean got her out and into one of the guestrooms. He noticed a nametag on her wrist, but the letters had suffered a bit from her adventure it seemed. Trish...he could read. Maybe Sam could get more out of that?

****

Sandy’s anger still brewed as she heard her father’s words. “Second chance? I never asked for one! Not in such a huniliating way!” She uttered and frowned at Death with her grey-blue eyes. She slipped down the bed, her bare feet touching the cold floor. “If I can’t get out with my powers I will get out by foot! Can’t be that difficult!”

[Nene]

As Dean scooped the kid up from the asphalt, Sam went back to the Impala and opened the door, and he picked up one of the pillows they stored on the floor in front of the back seats. To him in the moment it wouldn't be important where she'd come from, but he couldn't miss the familiar white shirt and light blue drawstring pants, and the slipper socks that barely protected her feet - it would be obvious to him that she'd run from the hospital, and wordlessly he agreed with Dean that they would not be taking her back.

Sam wouldn't be able to stick himself in the back to be closer to her and over the tense drive back to the bunker, Sam peered over his shoulder at her. It unnerved him that she would still be unconscious and totally unresponsive and he feared that she would die before they could call on Cas. He strained to hear her breathe, and he looked over to Dean, noticing how tightly he gripped the steering wheel. Sam tried to relax but he couldn't, not until they pulled up to the bunker.

**

As his brother settled Trish on the bed and looked her over, Sam took the time to softly rub away the dirt caked on her features with a damp cloth. Underneath the dirt would be a light dusting of freckles crossing her dimpled cheeks and nose. Her shoulder-length curls were tangled with mud and dried blood. The dried blood indicated an injury to her head and Sam winced and sighed as he spotted a healing wound on the crown of her head. She wouldn't be bleeding but it looked infected. He knew if they could call on their angel that he would take care of her.

Once Sam rubbed away most of the dirt, he looked to Dean and then to the smudged words on the wristband. "Hold on, I'll take a look..." he drew his phone out of his pocket and switched on the flashlight as the lighting in this room would be too dim to read in and he studied the small printed words closely. He couldn't make out most of the last name and the middle name would be completely smudged out. "Her first name is Trisha. I see a ...W, and an I for the first two letters of her last name. The last name's easily seven to ten letters."

**

Death knew she would've never asked for a second chance, and this would be for him as well as for her. "Yes, you are an angel of death, but you've not behaved as an angel of death. You are not meant to take sides, you are to be neutral, always, and you chose to rebel." he loomed over her, so much bigger and stronger than her now, and he moved quickly to scoop her up, fully intending to sit her bottom back on the bed. He knew she could still try to fight him and he would be prepared, or at least attempt to be. "You won't be going anywhere, Sandy." he told her firmly.

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Dean watched Sam take care of the girl a bit. “Alright. Where’s Cass? He sure can fix her.” He began to call out for the Angel in his thoughts and Cass appeared.

“Hello Dean.” He said in his rough, monotonous voice. He looked at the little body on the bed and went to her. Dean looked at his Angel friend. “Can you fix her up a bit? We...I meam I unfortunately hit her with baby.” Cass sat down, put his hand on the girls forehead and checked on her. “Hmn. The physical injuries I can fix but the rest..” he let his magic work and healed her up. She was as good as new. “She needs some rest for now.” Dean was relieved. “Thanks Cass. Sam and I will take care of her.”

He looked at the girl. Something looked familiar but he couldn’t point out what. “I bet she must be hungry. Can you cook something up Sam?”

****

Sandy was easily put down again. What a strange feeling this was. Her little, big ego certainly was hurt. “You can’t make me!” She uttered and desperately tried to push her father away. Well she didn’t have any of her former powers so what could she do other than try physically? If the situtation hadn’t been so serious it would have been quite amusing to see this little girl trying to overpower Death himself.

[Nene]

"Mmh...?" Trish stirred as the angel pressed his cool palm to her burning forehead. Cas' soothing grace lulled her back to sleep as it healed her of her injuries and the serious infection that rose her temperature. He lifted the dirt from her precious light brown curls and she would be a lot more comfortable now. There would be something the angel could not heal and shortly after his grace calmed her, it showed itself; many muscles in Trish's arms and neck twitched, jerking every couple of minutes.

"Uh... I uh, yeah. Sure." Sam nodded subtly and looked to Trish one last time before he went out of the room and to the bunker kitchen. He looked through the cupboards, coming upon bread and peanut butter and he thought he would prepare a peanut butter sandwich for her, and would wrap it up for her to eat when she woke up fully. As he worked on preparing the food, his mind wandered back to the smuged out name on her wristband.

*****

"Oh, you and I both know that I can and I would," Death told her dangerously, looking down at her, cross. This would be a serious situation indeed; there would be more to her punishment than being trapped in a small vessel and he'd hoped she wouldn't test him. "It's time we talked properly. Do you know why I've done this?" he asked, hoping she knew and understood. She'd not taken her duties of an angel of death seriously, it seemed to Death.

[Barbossasdaughter]

Dean still sat there and got her a blanket. He tucked her in and tried to calm her down. He was not as good as Sam with these things but he felt like it was his duty to do it. He was able to get the name tag off and looked at it for a while. W..i..n...his heart jumped. Maybe W..Winchester? He counted the letters and looked at it again and again. Well they certainly were not the only Winchesters right? But something told him: that girl was one of them.

****

Even with all her power, Sandy wouldn’t have been able to harm her father in any way. But still, her defiamce was pushing her to do irrational things.
She looked up at him, still frowning and pouting. “Because you want to play God? Just want to punish me like he did with Lucifer? Only because we’re right!”
Sandy had a lot to learn and relearn. Dwelling under humans would do her good.