Angelica Lilith Winchester

SEVENTEEN

*TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF SELF HARM*

I lay on my bed, eyes closed and earbuds in, humming softly along to the music to calm me down. A knock sounded and I looked over to the open doorway where Dean stood.

"Are you listening to Metallica?" he inquired when I took out the earbuds and paused the music.

"Calms me down," I muttered.

Dean chuckled as he took a step further into the room.

"Can we talk?"

"About what?"

"Everything, I guess... The fight... The way we found you... What were you thinking?"

I looked down at my lap where my hands were folded, chewing my lip. It was a valid question. And as the person who raised me, Dean had the right to know the truth. However, I honestly didn't have an answer for him. I didn't know how to tell him that I had done that countless times over the years since running from Jody's. That I was almost one hundred percent certain that if I didn't have a demon and an angel inside my body increasing my tolerance, I would have drank myself to death years ago. That it was so much worse than that because when alcohol wasn't accessible I turned to the knives that I carried in my pack for hunting. But I didn't like dealing with the blood and stinging sensation after, so I mostly just drank until I couldn't feel anything. I didn't know how to tell him any of it.

"Angie?"

I looked up into the familiar green eyes, which were so wide and filled with concern that it made my heart clench in my chest. I had always been so jealous of those eyes. They were so complex and expressive and beautiful. They drew you in, so easy to get lost in. I had seen so many things in those eyes, even though the person didn't always voice his thoughts or feelings. There was a reason, I supposed, that they said the eyes were the window to the soul.

"I--- I don't know what to tell you, Dean," I whispered.

Dean swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

"Angie, I'm sorry."

"I know you are, Dean."

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"Hello, little one."

I turned at the voice. Before me stood Sam and Dean's half brother Adam although I knew it wasn't really Adam.

"Michael," I breathed.

He smiled, and his eyes glowed briefly.

"I wondered if I would ever see you again."

"How am I... What happened?"

"No clue," he replied, "I haven't been topside in..."

"Right," I cut him off.

"However, it seems that that is about to change."

I furrowed my brow, confused and he gestured behind me. I turned to see the door to the Cage wide open.

"Every entrance and door in Hell is open," Michael continued. "Shall we?"

I turned back to see him offer a hand to me. Swallowing, I reached out and took it and we walked out together making our way out of Hell.

XxX

"I'm being summoned..."

"By who?"

Michael looked at me.

"Castiel."

He grabbed my hand and we appeared in an old warehouse.