Heaven's Child ≫ SPN

4. Angel!

Coming to after a transfer felt like being set free after being forcefully held down by the neck and shoved face-first into water.

I took a loud breath before I desperately took many more. I tried to sit, feeling dirt pack under my nails as I dragged myself upright. My body quivered as it tried to understand what I felt the strongest—disbelief that I was still alive after so much pain, fear of what the pain meant, and the scariest of all: eagerness to try every ounce of new power I just received. That was what worried me most.

I locked my jaw to lessen the vibration going to my head and squeezed my eyes shut.

"I-it's okay," I calmed myself. "Breathe, breathe, breathe. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay." I sat there in the woods with quiet and serene. desperately to achieve the same inside me by breathing slow and deep.

With a grunt, I pushed against a tree to get myself to stand, swaying a little before I became steady. With a jolt, I realized the magnificent presence of the new powers I had.

It was like a dense, heavy weight that started in my core and outstretched to every small and large crevice in my body, even the tiny nerves in my fingertips and toes. I slowly, curiously, held my palm up.

When I got new powers, it was like trying to control a very sensitive joystick. So when I held my palm up, the unlucky tree in front of me found out exactly how much force I used before I did— with a loud crack, the massive ninety foot plant turned to dust before my eyes.

I immediately jumped back and fell on my butt, a faint ringing in my ears. "Crap."

An innocent squirrel squeaked to the left of me and my head snapped to it immediately, my heart started at a hundred miles a minute. It was hardly its fault, but I glared at stupid ball of fur furiously.

Suddenly I was aware of a bright light glowing from behind me. I slowly pivoted, and to my horror—the tree behind me was on fire, a result from the near death experience with the stupid squirrel.

"Crap! No!" I stood up and danced on my feet, unsure of what to do. Smokey Bear never prepared me for this.

I held my palm up and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping, begging, wishing, praying, for dust.

Dust I received.

With a loud crack the tree disintegrated into ash all at once, creating a cloud of ash in the sky and a pile in the ground. I coughed and waved a hand in front of my face. I tried to remind myself why I shouldn't kick furry animals that were the size of my palm.

I decided that that was more than enough experimenting for today and trudged through the messy forest over to the bunker. Sam and Dean were still standing at the door and I really should've waited a few more moments before approaching them because when I was few feet from them and in complete visible view, I turned around and started vomiting when I tried to say sorry.

So it was like "Sor—HURLGHGHGH." They both cringed away in the same movement.

I should've expected it, I had a weak stomach and usually did vomit after a transfer. But what I didn't expect was to hurl up a good amount of blood too. Not too much, but enough to make me anxious.

I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and counted to ten in my head before I turned to face them. I politely waited to be let inside, but they were frozen in place with hard looks on their faces.

"Can I, um, wash up?" I tried, doing my best to sound cute like Dean had called me earlier but they didn't move.

Then the thing called Cas appeared, heavily sweating and swaying hard enough that his shoulders brushed against the door. He breathlessly but urgently began spitting orders. "You need to let her in—it's...not...safe." And he started coughing.