Nova Winchester, the nephilim

my guys

Family don't end with blood.

Bobby Singer

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We all packed up our bags and left the very next day.

No one talked about what happened at the cemetery and I was thankful because quite frankly, it scared the living shit out of me that I was that vulnerable. I was scared that something like that could happen again but next time I wouldn't be so lucky.

The ride to the bunker wasn't so bad. I mean don't get me wrong the drive from Ohio to Kansas is long and boring, nothing very eventful to see.

But the people inside the car made it worth my while.

I was told I accidentally fell asleep on Jacks shoulder, and he looked so awkward. I kind of wish I could've seen that.

We jammed to a bunch of old 80s rock. I never knew I had the exact same taste in music as my dad, but it makes sense seeing as he's awesome and well so am I of course.

Our trip consisted of Cas saying things like,
"I don't understand, Dean. What does it mean 'highway to hell' you of all people should know there is in fact, no road whatsoever to hell."

And me laughing until I physically couldn't breathe.

Dean shows me to my room when we get to the bunker, "I hope you like it kiddo, I know it's not much but-"

"Are you kidding?" I interrupt, "I love it. Thank you." I smile genuinely at him. He nods his head, with a small smile of his own.

I took an opportunity to walk around my new room and check it out. The walls were a basic, neutral color similar to the rest of the bunker, and the bed sheets were a dull gray. There wasn't anything particularly special about the room but I loved it because I knew that my dad's room was just a few doors away, which is an experience I'd never lived through before and I was happy to have an opportunity to do so. I did, however, notice a record player tucked away on a deserted shelf.

Dean saw me looking and said, "Ah, sorry. Claire must've left that here last time she came to visit, feel free to use it though, I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

I looked at him with confusion, "Claire?" I asked.

He provided me with a small smile, "It's a long story, I'll have to tell you it later. We have a lot to catch you up on."

I nodded my head, "Yeah, you do."

It was silent for a minute as I continued to look around.

"We're going to hit the books, and see if we can find out how you're half angel. Also if we can figure out who the hell your mom was," Dean tells me, walking out of my room, "Join us if you feel like it."