Heaven's Child ≫ SPN

17. The Truth is a Tricky Thing

"When the tears come streaming down your face

When you lose something you can't replace

When you love someone, but it goes to waste

Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you..."

"She could sing?" Dean asked, staring at me with the weirdest expression.

Sam nodded. "Apparently." He furrowed his eyebrows and expressed sincerely, "That was really beautiful." Then he clicked his tongue and muttered at the old janitor, "You got your gift!"

The janitor finally turned around. He was very old. The most eminent facial feature he had was the many wrinkles that creased his face. His eyes were strangely captivating; an unfitting silver color that stuck to me and didn't stop watching me for a second.

"Interesting choice of lyrics," he mused, his voice papery like it hadn't been used in a few years. "To whom did you sing it for?"

"My dad, I lost him a while back and it still feels like there's a hole in my chest. You see," I chuckled nervously, "I blame myself for everything and everyone knows that. But with my dad's death I feel like this heavy guilt falls all on me because he died to save me. I shouldn't have been on that hunt anyway. I'm also stubborn. So when my dad said he was going to go against this huge nest, I snuck in his truck because I thought he could use an extra hand even though I've never hunted anything in my life. So we get there and then I'm met with a vampire—"

"Okay, easy there." Dean put his arms around me to stop me from talking. "That's a mouthful, take a breath."

"You can stop the truth thing now," Sam jabbed an angry finger at the janitor.

"Why?" he replied with an amused smirk. He furrowed his eyebrows at Sam. "What are you hiding?"

"She's Heaven's Child and we brought her here so she could suck the life out of you because she needs your skill to be able to control herself and her powers before so she could kill Hell's Child."

"Dean!" Sam and I both yelled. But the essas didn't seem angry. Instead, he seemed intrigued that I was here to...well, suck the life out of him.

"Has the time really come? How old are you?"

"Twenty years and nine months." I bit my lip again. How was he doing this?

"Interesting. And how do you feel about this?"

"Terrified, for the most part. I'm no hero, I can't save the world. I couldn't save the most precious thing to me, how can I save everyone else?" I clenched my jaw and tried to ignore the roaring anger that was building inside me. "Could you please stop with the truth thing?" I glared at the old man.

His smile was warm. "I'm not forcing it on you. You could easily stop me, you are a very, very powerful being, don't you know?" He stopped to study me for a bit before he shook his head. "You don't," he realized, confusion clouding his features quickly. "You have all this untapped power buried inside of you, unused. Power that can alter planetary motion, cause hurricanes and tsunamis, power that can move islands and shift mountains."

"Come again?" Dean asked, tilting his head.

"What?" I whispered. "B-But I'm still human, I can't...be that powerful, right?"