Wayward Daughters { Barbossasdaughter

[Nene]

As Dean tucked her in securely beneath the blanket, Trish's muscles ceased spasming and her arms stopped jerking. Sam came back into the room, holding a plate with the sandwich he'd made for Trish, and he set it aside atop the nightstand. "Dean, hey... Anything...?" he seated himself on the other side of the bed and leaned forward, resting his head in his palm.

Cas stood off to the side, and he looked from Dean to Trish, and back to Dean. There would be many similarities, and many differences - the two happened to share the same hair color, eye color, the freckles, and even the bowlegs, but her features were softer, her jaw rounder. He could almost be certain on her identity. For now, he said nothing.

"Mmhh!" Trish cried out groggily as she woke, and looked around. Those olive hues shot open and darted around the room, "where'm I??" her words slurred and she bolted upright.

***

Death didn't take sides and he wouldn't say whether or not Lucifer was right, but he knew his baby had done wrong in meddling with Heaven's affairs. "No, Sandy. I simply decided I was done tolerating your insolence. You abandoned your work as an angel of death and you took a side, the side that would only hurt you and put you as well as the natural order in danger." he told her sadly. She didn't realize how much Lucifer used her, and how little he really cared for her and her safety. He could have taken her life with an archangel blade. He didn't want her to be taking sides, not in Heaven nor in Hell.

[Barbossasdaughter]

Dean was about to answer hisbrother as Trish woke. Dean held her. “Woah woah easy there girl.” Dean said. “You’re safe. Alright? We...well you did literally bump into us.” He said. Sam sat. “You’ve been in a bad shape. What happened to you?” He inquired with a gentle and quiet voice.

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The youngster looked down. Hm! She crossed her hands before her chest. “And now I’m stuck with you?” Sandy had much love for her father, but it was a feeling that had been buried deep inside her. Maybe she had joined Lucifer also as a cry for attention. Her father was always so busy and working together with Tessa was not something Sandy had liked. She had been jealous but her pride would have never allowed her to tell her father.

She sighed. Her stomach growled and she nearly jumped. “Huh? What is this? My...stomach feels weird? So empty..”

[Nene]

Trish flinched and drew away when Dean moved to hold her. She didn't know anyone and she didn't know whether she could trust him when he said she was safe. Trish opted not to tell the whole story and she looked to Sam, then to Cas, to Dean, and then down to the soft blanket that covered her legs. She chose her words carefully. "I... left the hospital. I got lost in the woods." Trish told him, "Wh... who are you?"

Sam noticed her flinch when Dean moved closer to her and he would be careful not to make any abrupt movements. "My name is Sam, we, uh..." he frowned and nodded subtly as he noticed that Trish wouldn't look at him when he spoke to her.

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"Yes, you are stuck with me." Death told her, smiling slightly. It couldn't be all that bad. He wanted to understand why she'd acted the way that she did and this time she would not be left alone. He would give her as much attention as he could. Hearing her stomach growl he rose his brows, "Well, it sounds like you are hungry." he stated; Death loved food, especially pizza, and he knew exactly how to treat her empty, growling stomach.

[Barbossasdaughter]

Dean let her go and left her space. She did leave hospital... “I’m Dean and that’s my brother Sam. Did you get lost or did they treat you bad at the hospital? Luckily Cass here..” he pointed at the Angel “...was able to uh help you with most wounds.” Dean then took the sandwich. “Here..I’m sure you must be hungry.”

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Sandy looked up at Death as he began to explain. “Hungry?” She grew a bit unsure. “B..but Angels don’t need food...” The youngster’s eyes opened wide. “Am I a human now? No no no! Please everything but not that!”

[Nene]

Trish brows drew downward and she looked up to Dean, but only Dean, and she only listened as he introduced himself and his brother that stood aside. "They... they treated me bad, really bad, but ..." her bottom lip wobbled, "you wouldn't believe me if I told you." Sam looked to Dean, thinking something unusual or supernatural happened to her.

It took Trish nearly twenty seconds to process Dean's words, and process that she wouldn't be dirty nor would she be hurt anymore from tripping and toppling over in the woods. Parts of her skin were so raw, especially her little feet as she'd worn through those socks and sharp objects in the ground cut through them. She knew she really wouldn't be psychotic and she swallowed thickly. "Or, maybe you would."

The angel stepped closer to the bed, tilting his head to the side and appearing concerned for their new little friend. "Trish, my name is Castiel, I am an angel of the lord," he told her gruffly. Slowly Trish looked up, now really uncertain.

"N-No... no, you can't, you can't be. If you're--if you're an angel, that means Heaven is real," her cheeks flushed and she bit back her wobbly bottom lip, "why didn't they help me...? Didn't they hear me?" she asked sadly.

****

"Of course not, don't be silly. Your powers are suppressed, and you are feeling some of your vessel's basic needs." Death explained to his charge easily.

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Dean watched her. She’d seen some shit, he was sure of that. “Well you could try. Maybe we believe.” But then Castiel bursted out of nowhere. Dean sighed. “Great. As if she’s not traumatised enough!” Trish became upset. Dean thought about what to say. “Well he is you see. My brother and I we...hunt monsters of all sorts to protect people. So I’m sure whatever happened to you...we can help.” As she asked about unanswered prayers he looked at Sam.

The younger brother thought about it. “Well. Heaven works differently than you’d expect. I often pray and often...there’s no answer.” He tried to give her some answer.

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Sandy was a bit relieved but the feeling of needs certainly was not to her liking. She slipped down the bed once more. “What does this mean exactly?” After all she didn’t know much about humans, even if she didn’t like them. She looked at her father. Being in that vessel made her so small and he was so big and maybe a bit intimidating. “I also guess you got...rules for me?” He had always rules but she was sure there would be new ones.

[Nene]

Cas looked down, as he'd felt bad and awkward for blurting out that he was an angel to someone that looked to be so frail and had so much trauma.

"You... hunt monsters?" she wouldn't be all that surprised to hear that monsters were real, and Dean telling her they were hunters allowed her to trust him. Her heart thudded as she realized she'd potentially come upon someone who would listen. "I... my mom, she... she turned into a vampire." her voice broke into a whisper, "I woke up to her trying to bite me, and I-I ran away, and when the police found me, they put me with a foster family, and they--they didn't believe me, and they thought I was psychotic and put me in the hospital."

Trish coughed lightly, her heart flopping when she remembered her stay in the psychiatric hospital. "The doctor that took care of me... he had these black eyes, a-and if I didn't take the medicine, he locked me in a room, by myself, or he hurt me. P-Please don't--don't make me go back." Cas knew that she'd been mistreated by a demon but he said nothing.

She felt her heart drop when she heard Sam's explanation as to why she'd not gotten a response. "So--so they don't care?" she asked for clarification.

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"it means that you will have to eat, sleep, and take care of your body, like humans need to." Death told her calmly and he nodded slightly at her inquiry on rules. "You are a small child and you are not very strong at all, and my rules are to keep you safe. The rules are simple. Do not use coarse language, do not go out on your own, you are not to summon nor meddle, and you are not to disobey me. Your bedtime is at nine, non-negotiable." he'd not intended to intimidate his daughter so he lowered himself to kneel on the floor, so they could be at the same eye level.

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Dean understand now better. “Oh dear...that sounds like you got into some shit.” Sam nudged him for his language. “Really sorry to hear about your mom kid. And that doctor...wasn’t a doctor. Well at least half. He was possessed by a demon.” Though it gave them questions as to why a demon would torture her. Castiel looked at the girl. “Why did he do that? Dod he say anything about why he was there?”

As Sam heard the desparation, his throat grew tight. “They...work in mysterious ways.” Dean looked at her. “Maybe they knew you could get away. And look..now you found us and an angel.” He gave her a smile.

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Sandy looked at her father as he got down. She looked into his dark brown eyes and heard. She winced as she heard so many things. “B..but...I’m not a child!” She argued and stomped her foot like one. She could feel the impact on the floor. It was not like usual but left a nasty feeling. Ouch.. it seemed like she was more pain sensitive.

[Nene]

Trish sighed and nodded, "she's probably still out there somewhere," there wouldn't be a whole lot of love in her voice when she spoke of her mother and her olive hues widened when Dean told her that wasn't a doctor, that it was a demon. "alright, so, now, demons are real, Hell is real, I was sort of hoping the guy was just wearing blackout contacts." she pulled her blanket closer to her and breathed out slowly when Cas spoke to her.

"No... well, he-he said something, that I'm... important, special, because I'm a Winchester... That he now has a Winchester all to himself. I didn't--I didn't do anything, well I, ah, I bit him, and kicked him, but..." she looked back up to Dean, uncertain as to why her last name made her special, or otherwise important. The demon couldn't overpower Sam or Dean but to him this child would be the next best thing to crack.

"So, this... this could've been their plan the whole time? For me to get away and find you?" Trish asked, looking up to Sam, but she couldn't look at him for very long, as it made her uncomfortable. "Why you?"

****

"You are behaving like one." he pointed out, and he rose a brow. "To me, you are always a child, my child, and as part of your punishment, you will obey my rules, or be soundly spanked." that rolled off of Death's tongue so easily and he looked for her reaction to his words.

[Barbossasdaughter]

Dean’s heart jumped as he heard it from her. Yes..she was a Winchester...like them.

Sam hadn’t known yet and his surprise was bigger. “You said your name was Winchester? Well..” Dean interrupted him. “We’re Winchesters too you know.” He had wanted to tell her..not anyone else.
“One reason why you surely bumped into us.” He said. He had a certain feeling, the feeling that this girl...was his but something was just rebelling against that idea. Maybe she only got the name Winchester because her mother thought it sounded cool and he would never know? Ugh.

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Sandy’s face blushed. Something that must unconciously come from her vessel. “Ngh. S..spanked?” She squeaked. “You can’t! That is beneath my honor! Just like a vulgar earth child.” She snorted. “As if I would let you! I can still fight.” She uttered and held her fists out. Silly silly Angel.