Gift From God (Destiel)

Chapter 3

I fucking hate wattpad sometimes I can't tell you how many times I've written the beginning of this. Also, I have some really good Destiel pics but I can't put them up because they have spoilers for seasons 10 and 11 and I don't want to spoil the later seasons and it makes me so sad so I had to tell you. Lol

I walked through the door of my house, I took the bus. I had the hood pulled over my face and I rushed to the stairs when I heard Dad's voice.

"What's the rush?" Dad asked.

"I just realized there's something I need to check on my computer." I lied smoothly, without turning around.

"Nice try. What are you hiding?" He asked. Dammit. My dad has a built in lie detector that makes my life hard.

"Nothing." I said.

"Turn around." He said. I did so, slowly.

"Take the hood down and look at me." He said. I did so and he gasped.

"What the hell?!" He exclaimed angrily rushing over. His anger wasn't directed towards me. He took my chin in his hand and observed my swollen eye.

"Maddie, what happened?" He asked lifting his fingers brushing them on the bruise. I flinched back and he mumbled and apology dropping his hands.

"Nothing." I answered.

"Madison." He warned.

"It's nothing, Dad." I said.

"Cas!" He called. I groaned as Papa walked in.

"What's wro- Madison?! What happened?!" He asked worry written across his face as he came over.

"She won't tell me." Dad said. Papa looked at him and me and then lifted two of his fingers to my face. Dad stepped on his foot before he could touch the bruise, or, at least I think that's what he was going for, it looked like he was aiming for my forehead rather than the bruise. He yanked back and sighed, thankful for... Something... I don't know why he was so relived my dad stopped him from touching my bruise, I mean, I was relived, because it already hurt enough without people touching it, but still.

"What happened, Mads?" Dad tried again.

"I don't want to talk about it!" I shouted.

"Don't shout at me, young lady!" He scolded just as loud as me.

"Both of you just calm down." Papa ordered. We both sighed and took in deep breaths. I have my dad's temper.

"We'll talk about this later, Sam, Bobby, and his son, are on their way here, they decided to come early." He said.

"Who the hell is Bobby?" I asked.

"Hey! Language!" Dad ordered. I sighed.

"Sorry." I said.

"Bobby is an old friend. He's into stuff we didn't want to be around so we haven't talked to him in a while." Dad explained. Before I could further question him there was a ring of the doorbell, we all walked over to the door and Papa opened it.

"Hey Cas." the old man standing at the door greeted.

"Bobby!" Dad greeted cheerfully. I glanced behind him to see someone walking in and closing the door behind him.

"Ryder!" I exclaimed.

"Madison?! Hey! What a weird coincidence." He said walking over. His eyebrows immediately scrunched up in confusion.

"I thought you were gonna cover that up when you got home." He said.

"Did you do that to her?!" Dad asked protectively. He walked over and glared down at him.