Burning Feathers [Dean Winchester FF]

III: Signs

Ember

"Day 105, I'm ready to chew my own arm off, and it continues to smell like pie and really strong aftershave..."

"Ember, shut your pie hole." Dean says as he rolls his eyes at me. "What can I get for the lovely couple." A waitress with a super high bee hive hairdo came over and asks us.

"We're no-"

"Honey, let's not argue with the fine woman. Now for myself I'll have the special, extra bacon, and a coffee."

"And for you sugar?" The woman asks me. I give a fake smile to Dean and reach over holding his hands.

"Awe love, ain't you just the cutest thing? But I can't have you eating all that fatty bacon. We'll both have the oatmeal special, with a side of wheat toast. And I'll have an orange juice."

The waitress smiles taking our orders. "Coming right up."

The moment she turns her back. He snatches away from me, and rubs his hands off like I had cooties or something.

I laugh and play with the salt shaker. "Back to the report. Day 106..."

Truth be told we've only been on the road for a day and a half, but with Dean? It feels like like it's been 106 days.

"So, Cas came to you like that? Funny, he doesn't look like how you described him."

Dean was getting annoyed with me but I wanted to know more about Cas. He's an angel.

Technically he's family.

"How did you see him?"

I think for a second. "Not how you say, he had this magnificent light and his voice was sweet-"

"You saw him in his true form?"

"I guess. I mean. He is my uncle." I smile and scoop up some oatmeal.

Dean scoffs. "So you're an angel, a halfling. But aren't you dark? Seeing that your father is a fallen angel?"

I swallow hard and look at my oatmeal.

"I'm a good person. I never have bad thoughts. Hell, the worse that I've done was swear. I'm not my fathers daughter. I've lived how I was raised. To be a pure good soul."

"Yeah, whatever you say. I'm sure you've probably squashed a bug or two. With that bat and sword combo I'm sure you probably knocked a few heads in as well."

I shake my head.

"Only the ones who've been touched by evil. His family, Lucifer? He's pretty much is trying to send everything that can crawl after me."

"What is it that he wants from you?"

"I'm guess that weird knife. But that's just it. I feel like he..."

"What?"

"Like he wants something more from me. But other than my supernatural history. What else is special about me?"

Dean shrugs. "Other than your freaky mojo, not a clue." He drinks his coffee and I continue to play with the salt shaker.

I then get this feeling, this spine tingling feeling.

I look around and see everyone was gone, except one person.

It was a little girl. She was staring at me intensely. I give her a smile but she just continues to stare.

"Dean, we gotta go." I start taking out cash from my wallet. "But I didn't get my pie yet."

"I'll bake you any pie you want. We need to get out of here now." I grab my bat and Dean starts to get up, but then the little girl gets up.