Chapter Twelve
"Daddy!" The words flew out of Samantha's mouth. "Tony! Thor! Bruce! Help please!" Something was off. She could feel it. There was something very powerful there, even more powerful than her. Something that she never felt before.
Something demonic and angelic. Something that came and left with Peter.
Soon, the Avengers were next to Samantha in an instant. The girl was hysteric. Dean pushed past the superheroes and hugged his daughter.
"Sammy what's going on?" he whispered into her ear, smoothing down her hair.
"Something was here, and it took Peter. I don't know what daddy, but it's big. We have to find him," she said. Suddenly there was a sound of wings behind the group. The group of superheroes turned around to see a girl standing there. Dean tensed his arms around Samantha when he saw her.
The girl was smiling madly, like the Cheshire Cat. Her eyes glowed and eerie violet that had flames of anger in them. Most importantly, she had the same face as Samantha. Deans eyes widened.
"Who the hell are you?" he growled, standing in front of Samantha. The girl laughed, no cackled.
"Well it's nice to see you too, dad," she spat.
Samantha's eyes widened. "Excuse me?" she asked. The girl just smiled and waved her hand. Samantha got hit by a vision and she recoiled. It was Peter chained against a wall, beaten. He was crying, mumbling incoherent words. Samantha's eyes turned cold.
"Let him go now," she growled.
"N-no, not quite yet dear sister. He will be returned safe and sound, if you take his place."
"That won't happen," Dean yelled as Samantha mumbled a fine. Dean looked at her. "No.
"It's Peter daddy. I have too," she said. She approached the girl then suddenly the light lit up with a bright light
and the room started to shake. When the light was gone, the girl was replaced by a woman with long black hair in a blue dress. Samantha stared at her. "Mom?"
Shekinah smiled. "Hey sweetheart. I guess we have things to discuss."
Dean and Samantha sat across from the archangel, who looked up at them nervously.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me about this?!" Dean yelled. "I had another (swear word of your choice) daughter!"
Shek sighed softly. "Dean, Morgan was still born. She was dead, I don't know how this happened, but crowley got to her and did something."
"You could have still told me!"
Samantha sat quietly, her eyes downcast to the ground.
"Are you okay sweetie?" Shek asked her quietly.
"I have a sister," she whispered softly. "She needs our help." Both of her parents looked at her surprised.
"Samantha, we don't know if there is anyone to help," Shek said.
"And she has Peter," Dean reasoned.
"So?! You're supposed to be the parents! We'll save them both, but this isn't her fault. It's not her fault Crowley got to her. If you won't help then I'll do it alone." They stared at her. Samantha looked out the window and closed her eyes. Don't worry. I'm coming.
Peter thought he heard the voice of Samantha in his head. He looked up to see his torturer. His vision was blurry from blood and tears. Morgan smiled and held the knife on his throat.
"Are you ready for the real fun to begin."
