Chapter Thirteen
Samantha's POV
I laid on the metal table staring up at the ceiling. My eyes were filled with tears and bloodshot. I had been put in the panic room, hoping maybe that it would slow the process, but I hated it. I was alone. And I knew the real reason I was put in here.
I was now the monster.
I closed my eyes, expecting either Castiel or Sam to come knife me any minute. A cry got stuck in my throat as I felt the two wings lie limply on opposite sides of the table. I tried to move them, but the slightest twitch tired me out.
Then I heard the door open and the sound of four feet rub up to me. Something landed on my stomach and crawled up to me.
"Hey Day," I said weekly, petting her ears. She licked my hands whimpering. She sniffed me and then my wings, sneezing at the feathers.
'Bird,' she barked licking my face. I did a double take.
"What did you just say?" I asked.
"You smell like a bird,' she said again.
"I can understand you!" I smile hugging her close. "This is amazing."
She barked and wagged her tail so hard that her butt wiggled. I hugged her close, burying my face into her fur. It was good to know that someone still loved me, even if my father didn't. He still hadn't come to see me since the incident, and it had been hours. I sighed and then looked at my dog.
"How did you get in here?" I asked.
'Dean let me in,' she said. I turned my head to see my father. I kept my head downcast, sighing. He was looking at me with sympathy in his eyes. He was looking at me like I was broken. I turned away from him, the heavy things on my back weighing me down. I felt his hand on my shoulder.
"Sammy," he whispered rubbing my arm. "Come on let's go upstairs." I shake my head holding Day closer to me. He sighed. "What's wrong?"
"What do you think?" I mumbled.
"Do they hurt? Sam and I can find a way to fix them," he muttered.
"They don't hurt," I said. In fact, they were numb.
"Then what's wrong?"
"THE FACT THAT IM A FREAKING MONSTER!" I screamed. My eyes glowed blue and the room shook. I gasped and froze, a whimper escaping my lips. Dean ran forward and surrounded me in the biggest hug.
"You are not a monster. You are my beautiful little girl. These powers don't make you a monster, it's what you do with them that does. And I swear I won't let you become one. I won't let you go dark. I love you to much for that. I love you to the moon and back. Sweetheart your uncle and I will always be there for you."
I looked up at him and whimpered. I clung onto him, crying into his chest, all the while he rubbed my back and closed words of comfort in my ear, but it didn't matter what he said.
I knew in my heart I was a monster.
((Okay so long time no update but I finally did yay!!! I've been so busy and struggling with writers block for this story but it's back. I hope everyone's happy!! I am... Please vote and comment!! Okay bye!!)
