Castiel's Daughter

Chapter 8

Charity's POV

I have officially been "dead" for three weeks. I have glued my eyes to the TV for two weeks straight watching folks from my neighborhood on the news drag my name and call me a disgrace to the community. Though it was heartbreaking to see all my friends from my "old life" mourning my death. Especially Lin, my best friend.

"She was the best person, girl, and friend anyone could ask for. Char, I miss you so much."

"Do you think she really killed her mother and then herself to avoid conviction?" The reporter asked bluntly.

"No! Ms. Paul and Charity were tight. She was all the family Charity had, she would've never done anything to hurt her." 

"Such a sad scene out here, condolences go to the friends and family of Amora Paul. Live from Dawkins High School in St. Loius County, I'm Sabrina Edwards, Channel 6 news." 

"Thank you, Lin," I whisper to myself with tears in my eyes.

My dad then walked in with a concerned look on his face. I know he knew this was a hard decision for me to make and that it broke me. It did indeed break me. I have never felt so upset, mad, and confused in my life. I was glad Cas was there though but at this moment I wanted to be left alone to sob in front of the TV.  Cas turned the TV off.

"Hi, Charity."

"Hi," I said softly.

"We were all going to go out to town to investigate a case. Another body in Worthington cemetery went missing. Adding the total up to three. We think it's linked to Jenelle's operation. You should come along so you won't be alone."

"Sounds fun, but I'd rather stay here. I'm not ready to face the world yet." I say as I flip the tv back on with my mind. 

Castiel turned it back off and sat on the next to me on the bed.

"Look I know this is hard but, it's really not safe for you to be here alone. Plus, you've been sitting here for two weeks straight, and quite frankly you don't smell the best."

"Gee thanks." I groan.

He put his arm around me.

"Look charity you have to trust us. I know this was a hard decision but we're all here for you. We're gonna try to get your life feeling normal again. We'll enroll you in school, get you into some clubs but for now, you need to get out of this room."

"Maybe you're right," I said.

"Alright, go take a shower and get dressed and if it gets to be too much I promise you can teleport back," He said about to get up.

I paused.

"Wait, I can teleport?"

"You never tried it before?"

"No, what the heck!"

"I'll teach you later. Hurry we'll go in an hour."

He kissed me on the forehead and walked out of the room.

We made it to the Worthington Cemetery. Because I was still in a rut, I stuck to my civilian clothing while Sam and Dean dressed in their "FBI attire". I have no idea what the FBI would have to do with bodies disappearing but I just let them do them. As the boys talked to the other officers about the case, I strayed away and walked through the cemetery. All I can think about is how I never got a chance to bury my mom plus how the people in my hometown think that I killed her. I started to grow dizzy as I wandered. Until I heard a voice in my head.

"charity.." It whispered.

"What, who's there?" I said as my eyes got heavy. I felt them spark red.

"it's reagan and remus. you have to let us out" two voices said.

"Let you out? Out of where?"

"out of her...out....jaamarie..help," the voices got louder and louder I couldn't take the sound.

I started trying to get back to the impala. I was stumbling while covering my ears. I suddenly felt nauseous. I called out to Cas and saw the three of them run over before everything went dark.

8 hours later.  

I woke up in my bed, confused. My head was pounding. Dean was sitting in the corner of the room.

"Dean?" my voice was raspy and weak. My throat felt like it was on fire.

" Hey kid, how ya feeling?"

My throat burned too much to respond so I just shook my head.

"Cas, Sam!" Dean called out to them in the other room as he handed me a glass of water.

I desperately gulped it down like it was the last thing I would ever drink.

My dad rushed to sit in the chair beside me. I sat up and met his gaze.

"Charity, are you okay?"

"Yeah, dad. I think so."

He hugged me really tight. It was the first time in a while I actually felt safe. Of course, it was in an angel's arms. So poetic.

Sam and Dean glanced at each other.

"You gave everyone quite a scare. What happened back there?" Sam asked.

"I was just walking through the cemetery then, I heard these voices. They were telling me to let them out."

"Let them out of where?" Cas asked.

"Her. I don't know who "her" is."

"Did they say anything else?" Dean asked.

"No, though it was a boy and a girl and their names were Reagan and Remus. Have you guys heard those names before?"

"No." Sam and Dean said.

"They sound familiar but I'm not sure they're who was talking to you," Cas said.

"Charity, has anyone else come forward to talk to you?" Dean asked.

"Like who?"

"Maybe someone named, Jaamarie. Claims to be a warrior."

" Well, I did hear-"

Before I could finish the worst pain of my life hit my head and stomach. The voices came back but this time they were louder than ever and it sounded like they were crying. My stomach felt like it was about to burst open. I rolled over into the fetal position in so much pain. I had no idea what was happening.

"Charity, what's wrong?" Cas asked.

I just screamed in pain until I blacked out again.