I'm Back, Baby!

Chapter 4

Sam paced back and forth ruffling his hair, “So, Jean is the daughter of Jim Moriarty.” They had teleported to an area covered with tall trees, giving them the privacy they needed.

“Yes.”

“Son of a bitch.” Dean leaned against the tree and crossed his arms. “So now what?”

“Well we should first ask why she was at the crime scene.” Pushing back his wavy brown locks, Sam kicked a tree root.

Castiel frowned, “What crime scene? Why was Jean there?”

“That’s what we need to find out.” Dean unconsciously reached behind him for the knife he usually carries to find it missing. Suddenly Castiel winced holding his head as the angel radio went completely chaos.

Looking up at the concerned brothers, Castiel lowered his hand. “Something’s happened.” He reached for both brothers teleporting them back to the motel room. They stood there shocked at the messy, trashed room. Castiel walked towards the bed and picked up the cuffs, “Someone was here.”

“You think?” Dean kneeled down next to a set of tracks. “Looks like Jean was dragged out.”

Sam stared at the floor near the door, “Uh Dean?” Dean walked over to his younger brother who just wordlessly pointed to the ground. Kneeling down, Dean wiped his finger on the floor and sniffed it.

“Sulfur.” Looking up at Castiel, Dean frowned. “Why would demons want the daughter of a psychopath?”

Deep in thought Castiel tightly grasped the cuffs, causing his hand to be cut. “I’ll be back.”

“Wait Cas…” With a whoosh, Castiel disappeared leaving the angry Dean and confused Sam in the room.

“Son of a bitch…” Muttered Dean as he grabbed a bag and began packing.

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A door creaked open and the younger Jean stepped out into the living room, she looked about five years old. The house seemed cozy enough besides for the fact that all the lights were off.

“Daddy?” Young Jean rubbed her eyes, one hand holding a teddy bear. “Daddy is that you?” A man in a trench coat drops something from his grasp and turned around looking at the confused little girl with the same confusion on his face.

“I’m not your father.” His deep voice vibrated as his bright blue eyes searched the young girl. He seemed generally confused why she was here. Behind him, two men lay on the ground with their eyeballs burned out, this goes unnoticed by little Jean.

Jean was tied up in the middle of a abandoned building. Movement could be seen within her closed eyelids. A man walked into the room carving a knife, as he stepped closer he noticed that Jean seemed to be twitching.

“Come on Princess, open your eyes.” His scottish accent caused Jean to flinch. She doesn’t respond to anything else as her mind flows around her past.

The young Jean clenched her bear tighter, “Who are you?” The man in the trench coat frowned and tilted his head at the sudden change of tone from the little girl. The air around them seem to tense and he felt as if it was slowly suffocating him.

“Castiel. I’m an angel of the lord.”

“Oh.” The air loosened up, “I’m Jean!” The little girl said happily. She grabbed Castiel’s hand and began pulling him towards the couch. “So what are you doing here?”

“Uh… I…” Stuttering Castiel allowed himself to be led to the couch. Jean patted the seat next to her as she sat down.

A flutter of wings caused Castiel to turn sharply, sliding his Angel blade into his hand.