Echos in the Dark

Chapter 32

I heard wings flapping behind me so I turned to meet the child in a trench coat. "Daph, what happened?"

"Djinn." I huffed. I looked over to Daryl and ran to him. He looked like shit and that was a fact. His head was bloody and he looked a bit pale. "Dear god- is that an arrow?" I gasped.

"Daph?" I heard his southern voice crack.

"Hey it's all good. You're going to be fine." I turned to Cass and nodded. He walked over to us and bent down to touch his forehead.

"What-" then he became unconscious.

"Thanks Cass. Let me just take out the arrow and you can heal him." I pushed Daryl's body to the side. I unwrapped the string of ripped up clothes around him and grabbed hold of the arrow. Sorry Daryl...

"1...2..3!" I said pulling out the arrow from his side. I saw blood spewing out. "Cass!" He bent down and placed a hand on Daryl's wound and it disappeared. I sighed in relief.

"Thanks Cass."

"Why not use your hands?" I cringed at the idea.

"I'd rather not thank you very much."

"You are still the half child of Michael, your hands can do many things." I scoffed.

"I don't like to be considered his kid. Besides, he doesn't even consider me his kid anyway. He said so before. He only did it on 'God's orders'. And don't remind me, it makes me think weird things." I made a face of disgust.

"You mean how Gabriel is your-?"

"No! Nope! Not having this conversation!" I threw my hands up. I heard growling and we turned to see a walker coming towards us. I looked at Cass and he teleported to the walker using his blade to end its life. We walked back to us. "If anyone is considered my daddy then it's Bobby. John and Michael have nothing to do with me." I said pulling Daryl on my back. Castiel put a hand on me and Daryl before we were next to the horses. "Thanks. Mind disposing the body? Then get back to whatever you were doing." He nodded as I asked looking down at the creek. I heard a whoosh and he was gone. I used all my strength to put Daryl on his horse. He almost weighed like my brothers. I saw a rag doll tied to his back. I recognized it as Sophia's. I grinned and untied the rope of his horse and tied it to mine.

I untied the rope of my horse and got on him before clicking my tongue and gently kicking his stomach as a sign to move.

"Come on Hannibal." Might as well get used to having a hellhound around. We began our way back to the farm.

-/-

We finally made our back to the farm safe and sound. Thankfully Sam and Dean were the ones who greeted us.

"What the hell happened to him?" Dean asked.

"Believe it or not he was almost a Scooby snack for a Djinn."

"A Djinn?!" Dean asked. I knew how much he hated those things.

"Have you spoken to hershel about the gun problem?"

"He says it's better this way." Dean sighed.

"That like asking for a death wish. That's basically hunter rule number one. Always have your gun no matter what." I said as we made our way to the stables.

"What's with Annabelle?" He said pointing to the beat up rag doll."

"It's Sophia's. My guess? Daryl found it by the creek we were by." We made it to the stables and Dean helped me with Daryl while I put the horses away.

"Where's Samuel L Jackson?"

"He-"

"Walker! Walker!" We heard shouts from the camp. I looked at Dean.

"Stay with him!" I grabbed my blade and bat and began running towards camp. As I ran I saw most of the men running towards the open field. I huffed and began running towards their direction.

As we got close enough to the supposed walker I gasped in fear. "Sam?!" He looked like shit. He was limping dirty all around and blood was splattered on his clothes like he just committed a massacred.

"I'm- I'm not dead." I put my hands on my knees and sighed. I looked at him.

"You little shit scared me to death-"

BOOM!

Next thing I knew Sam was on the floor. "SAM!!" I dropped my weapons and dropped next to him.