The Hunter's Daughter || UNDERGOING EDITING

Chapter 3 - Edited

"So, are you telling me that I'm going to be stuck in this chair?!" Dad yells.

"Yes, unfortunately," Castiel replies.

"Balls!" Dad exclaims. My dad has said that for as long as I can remember. I'm not sure why he chose to scream about a man's genitals as his catchphrase...but then again, he's made a lot of questionable choices in his life.

After that, I go back to the chair I woke up in and soon pass out. I don't wake up until later that evening. Who knows where Castiel is, but Sam and Dean are still there. I yawn and say, "What did I miss?"

I kind of startle them when I say that, but Dean replies, "We're off to a castle on a hill of forty-two dogs."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I ask.

Sam rolls his eyes. "We're going to get the Michael sword," he says to me.

I hop up and say, "I'm coming with you." I'm pretty sure Dad says something to me, but I'm not listening. We walk out to the parking lot, and I come to find out that the Chevy Impala is theirs. "Shotgun!" I exclaim.

"That's very funny, but Sam gets shotgun. You're in the back," Dean says. I don't argue; I just climb into the back. I can't help but notice that Dean plays a lot of classic rock. I found a huge box of old tapes in the back of his car — this guy has all of my favorites. The Who, Kansas, Journey. I'm sure if you could name any classic rock band, I can assure you that Dean Winchester has one of their tapes in this box.

We pull up to an old building. It's a storage building, and now I understand what Dean meant by "A castle on a hill of forty-two dogs". Apparently, John Winchester, their father, had a storage building here. I see Sam and Dean pull out guns from the trunk, and all I've got is my pocket knife. Dean shoves a gun into my arms.

We get into the storage building to find a devil's trap in the middle of the floor with a couple of demons lying in the middle of it. Suddenly, a group of strange men appear out of nowhere. The one in the middle says, "So, you told the demons where the sword is."

"Thank God — the angels are here," Dean replies sarcastically.

"They could've gotten it anytime that they wanted," he says then he slides a door closed using mind powers or something — he must be an angel. "It was right in front of them the entire time."

"What do you mean?" Sam asks.

"We may have put that prophecy in Chuck's skull, but it was actually true. We lost the sword, but you have just hand-delivered it to us," he answers.

"We don't have anything," Dean says.

"Don't you get it? You're the Michael sword."

Dean stares at him in disbelief. "What do you mean by 'I'm the Michael sword'?" he asks.

"You are Michael's vessel. You will be his meat suit in the final battle between Michael and Lucifer. That is if—"

"But you need my consent first," Dean interrupts, "The answer is no."

"Oh well, maybe we could bribe you."

"There's no way."

"What if we give Sam, um, stage 4 stomach cancer?" Sam falls to floor and starts spitting out blood.

"No," Dean replies. Is he crazy or does he want his brother dead?

"Alright, then how about your friend here? Let's give her the same thing we gave Sammy over here." I feel like I've just been shot and stabbed at the same time. My stomach hurts so badly that I start puking up blood just like Sam does.

"No." This guy really is crazy. Not only would he let his brother die, but he's going to let me die too!

"Fine. Then all three of you can have stomach cancer." Finally, Dean drops to the floor and joins Sam and me as we all start puking up blood together. "One little word will end it all. All you have to do is say yes and we will stop your suffering."

"Never."

"Then enjoy dying," says the strange man in the suit. I'm beginning to think that he's not an angel but a demon. I'm just waiting for the black eyes to pop out. Before I can see his black eyes, Castiel shows up and kills the two guys behind the man in the suit. Then he makes some strange picture on the wall and makes the man disappear.

Castiel says something, but I can't understand him because I'm trying to focus on not dying. Suddenly, he touches my head and I feel perfectly okay again. I look at the ground and still see the blood. The rest that was on me is gone, like it never even happened. I don't remember much after that, but I know one thing.

Castiel saved my life.