•Unwritten•

Forty

I stood in the bedroom, my arms at my sides as I drifted off into my thoughts. The one thing on my mind was angels, they were real. Dean wasn't convinced but I had this gut feeling that was telling me it was the truth but I wasn't sure how to exactly feel about it. Were angels good things? Theoretically yes but biblically they were warriors, soldiers not fluffy winged things that sit on your shoulder.

Castiel had been watching over me my whole life, since I was just a child because I was in the wrong place. His words kept playing over and over in my head, alongside thoughts like, if I wasn't supposed to be one of Azazel's children then why did he still come for me? It raised even more questions like what would my life be like if he hadn't, my mom never would've died, my father never would have left and I would've probably never met the Winchesters. It reminded me of the butterfly effect, that one small change in the past like stepping on a butterfly could completely change the future. I wondered if that was why they were watching me, maybe because I wasn't where I was supposed to be, I was a risk of changing the future.

I'd told Sam and Dean everything, besides the demon blood and not the part that Castiel had said about 'Sam heading down a bad path' and they were just as confused as me.

The door knocked and I snapped out of my thinking to see Sam walking in. "Hey, I'm going out to get some pie, you wanna come?"

I nodded and followed him out down to the car, he chucked the keys at me and I raised my eyebrows. "Don't tell Dean." He grinned and I smiled back, moving over to the drivers side.

"Oh wow, haven't driven this thing since I stole it from you." I smoothed my hand over the leather seats and Sam chuckled. I pulled out Dean's cassette tape and looked it over before sifting through his selection and choosing an R&B mix that I'd hidden in there over a year ago. Sam chuckled and I started the car, pulling out from Bobby's lot and heading down the road to the nearest diner.

"So, how are you?"

I frowned and looked over to Sam. "I'm fine... why?"

He sighed. "I mean, you've had a tough couple of months and now all this angel business, just wanted to check in on ya."

I smiled to myself, despite our lack of contact and hostile past few months, Sam was always someone I could rely on and trust.

"Honestly, I'm a little confused." I started before turning onto a slip road into town. "I mean, Dean dying aside, I just found out that I was never supposed to be one of the 'psychic' kids. I've had this Castiel guy watching over me my whole life whilst I was none the wiser and he said that I need to be protected and that he may have to kill me."

Sam scoffed and nodded his head before sliding a few loose strands of hair behind his ears. "Yeah, pretty freaky. You got me though."

I looked over to him, his eyes so full of care and kindness. I didn't understand what the angel meant when he said that Sam was going down a bad path but looking into his eyes, I couldn't believe it was possible, that's why I wouldn't say anything.

We pulled up outside the diner and Sam headed in to pick up the stuff that Dean requested. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked through my messages, I had one from Jo asking how I was so I sent her a quick reply and then I had a second one from my dad. This one was a little more cryptic, it read. Be careful- your mom-. And that was it. I scowled down at it for a second before hitting the call button but it just rang out so I left him a voicemail to call me back. I slid my phone back in my pocket and looked up at the diner, tilting my head as I noticed Sam, standing at the side of it, talking to a woman. The conversation looked pretty heated and I scoured my brain trying to figure out where I recognised the girl from, I was sure I had seen her somewhere before. She walked away and Sam turned around and began walking back towards the car, I tried to make myself look busy by pulling my phone out again so that it wouldn't look like I was spying on him.