Devil's Daughter : book 1

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*after angel training*
I smile at Cas as we leave the field.

"Rose you should try flying long distance. We've been out here for more than 4 hours." He encourages me. Castiel why can't you fly?" I ask him. He looks down ashamed for some reason. "I'm sorry for asking nevermind." He gives me thankful look for not pressing him. "Give me your hand." I smile at him. He smile and grabs my hand. I take off to our bunker and I'm there in less than 3 seconds.

"Hey guy." I hear Dean say and drink down another beer.

"Hi." Cas responds. "Good work today rose." He smiles and walks off.

"How was angel training?" Sam snickers at me. I blush.

"It was surprisingly good. I know a lot I still have more to learn but my powers? I've got those down pretty well. I do have a question." I ask shyly. "Cas said that a lot of angels can't fly anymore. That being said why can I fly?" I ask them. Dean tightens his face. Sam shifts his weight.

Dean walks forward. "When all the angels fell... Some got... Injuries. Specifically to their wings. You're grace has been preserved for years. Youve always had wings, but you weren't really an angel." He explains. Some tears build up in my eyes. Sam looks conceded for me.

"Rose are you okay?" He asks.

I wipe my eyes. "Yes I'm fine." I purse my lips and fake a smile. I turn and walk down the hallway being quite and going into the room that held my dad. I open the door and see him smiling at me.

"Hello, Brooklyn."

"My name isn't Brooklyn." I spit back using my powers to close the door behind me. He looks shocked.

"You've got angel mojo. It's changed you. Blue eyes, brown hair, skinny. Don't you miss being Brooklyn. Being my daughter?" He smiles. "This isn't who your meant to be darling. You dont even have your accent anymore." He states. I walk around him.

"You killed my mother. You butchered me into a killing, dealing machine. You never loved me. You can't love me. My name is Rose England Novak and I'm an angel." I say loudly with pride.

"An angel of what!" He shouts making me step backwards. He was right. God left. What am I an angel of? He was right..... He was right. "Your just a God for nothing slutty demon who's job was to ring in drunk bastards to take their blood souls! Your no angel!" He scream at me making me cower in fear. I fall to the ground holding my knees. I begin going into shock. "You worthless piece of garbage. God left! He's not here! You have no purpose being a bloody angel your a demon! A hardcore demon! My demon! You bloody imbecile!" He taunts me. "Your own mother didn't want you and that's when God still was around! If he really cared about you he wouldn't let me taken you! They were scared of a child like you!" He screams. I look at him and he throughs me a hex bag hidden in his jacket. I foolishly catch it and I feel my insides stinging. I begin screaming in pain and fear. I destroy the hex bag with a snap but the emotional and still physical pain hits me harder as he continues to scream more hateful vile things at me. Unable to move I lay there curled up screaming with blood dripping from my nose. I scream flurries of stops! But he fails to stop. "No one cares about you!" He screams. I continue screaming in pain not being able to control myself. I hear pounds at the door and screams of let us in. I can't move a muscle. He laughs at my pain. "You don't belong here!" He screams. The door busts open releasing light and dust. Still screaming and crying I feel a pair of arms wrap around my body taking me out of the room. My screams turn into whimpers and tears. I let him get inside my head. I look up and see Sam looking worriedly at me. We go into his room and he sets me down on his bed. Tiredly I take my hand and press it to my forehead curing me of the damage to my insides. I breath fast as Sam pulls me into a hug. Tears don't run down my face anymore and my heart still hangs low but gets sparked when I'm with Sam. We pull back at the same time. We look eachother in the eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"I will be. That was stupid of me. I thought I was strong." I frown. He tilts my head back up at him.

"You are." He says gazing at my lips.

"You are too Winchester." I chuckle a bit.

"Your something special Novak." He says as we lean in letting our lips touch. Light bursts out of me lighting up the room in blinding light. Our eyes closed tasting eachothers lips. We pull back and the light dims down. Sam chuckles. "What was that?" He asks.

"It was a real life example of your version of fireworks I guess." I blush widely.

"If I was an angel I would have done the same thing." He cornily says making me laugh at him. We join in another kiss making the room light up a bit a nice dim light. A comforting light. It's the initial first kiss that signifies how you feel. After that there maybe no light if you don't want it to be. Good thing he can't see my wings. Their huge, and my feathers are spread apart signifying an attraction towards another. He grabs my hand. We pull our bodies apart standing up ready to face the maybe rage but many questions of Dean and Castiel. We walk out and into the library to see Cas and Dean talking. Cas notices me and immediately pulls me over to the side. I frown not being able to handle another person yelling at me.

He kinda smiles at me in a knowing way. "What?" I question him. Knowing he's not here to yell at me.

"Your wings. There separated by the feathers. Assuming it's not for me it's for Sam isn't it?" He smiles. Shit I forgot he could see my wings. I immediately retract my wings in embarrassment. He chuckles a bit.

"Stop dad." I laugh but cover my mouth at the same time. He looks at me with a bit of pride tinged in his smile.

"Your okay." He says. As weird as it felt I felt the urge to hug him. So I did. He didn't expect it so he slowly wraps his arms around me getting used to the feeling. We pull back and all you see is my smile.