Half Blood

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 "Do you think she'll wake up? It's been two days already."

"Give her time. She was attacked and found out things that are hard to comprehend. She saw her mother dead. She's in shock."

"Thought she'd be stronger than this. Didn't know half bloods die so easy."

"Dean, don't say that. She's not dying."

Two days, Jacy thought slowly. All her thoughts ran as thickly and slowly as blood or honey. I have to wake up. But she couldn't. The dreams held her, one after the other, a river of images that bore her along like a leaf tossed in the current. Jacy saw her mother, smiling, happy and alive. She saw your father, his eyes gentle as his hand smoothed through her hair. Dean with a blade made like a jagged tooth, Sam in a cage with a strange man, Castiel twisting a woman with red hair's neck. Angels, falling and burning. Falling out the sky.

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"Cas refuses to even come with her here."

"I know, Sam. He doesn't believe us."

"She's not like they said, Dean." A sigh. "I don't know. If it wasn't for the fact that he could sense it, I would say they have the wrong girl. She's too.....nice."

"I know man. But you heard Cas-"

"Yeah, yeah. She's the antichrist. I got it. But how?"

"I don't know. I would have expected something...."

"Evil?"

"Yeah. Not this."

"We have to talk to him. Make him see-Look! She moved!"

Jacy's eyelids felt as if they had been sewn shut. She imagined she could feel tearing skin as she peeled them slowly open and blinked for the first time in two days. She saw a bland white ceiling, illuminated in a soft orange glow. Am I dead? She wondered. Could heaven possibly look like this?

Painfully she hauled herself into a sitting position. Every part of her ached, especially her head. Jacy looked around. The room was small, quite bare. She was tucked into a linen-sheeted double bed, a nightstand to the side that held a lamp and a jug of water. A mahogany dresser was pressed to the wall but that was the only furniture within the four, cream walls.

"You're in the bunker." A dry voice said. She turned her head and saw Sam sat on a chair beside the bed, Dean lent against the wall behind him.

"The bunker?" Her voice rasped like sandpaper.

"It's our home. It's safe." Sam told her. Jacy coughed and his eyes softened as he reached across and poured a small drink. "Here, you haven't drunk anything in two days."

Gratefully, she took it into her hands and gingerly took a sip. The cool liquid traveled down her throat and soothed her causing a soft sigh to escape her lips. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He smiled. Dean pushed himself off the wall and sat at the edge of the bed.

"I guess you want some answers." He stated rather than asked.

Jacy nodded. "That would be nice."

"How bout you get cleaned up and come meet us in the library. The washroom is two doors down and there's a pile of clothes there that you can change into." Dean explained, motioning to the end of the bed.

She tightened the sheets around her body, painfully aware that she was only in her underwear. "What happened to my clothes?"

"They were covered in blood." Sam said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.