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Say Hello To Your Parents (Part Two)

Your brain awoke before your body, you was fully conscious, and completely and utterly aware of your surroundings. You could hear the anxious exchange of hushed whispers going back and forth between the three men, and you could feel the comfort of your memory foam bed beneath your back. But you couldn't open your eyes, you couldn't call out to reassure the agents and their friend you were alive, you couldn't even feel the pain in your stomach, which you were certain was excruciating. You were numb. You couldn't move... until you could.

Your fingers twitched, your eyes opened and slowly but surely the ability to move returned. Unfortunatley, yet inevitably, as you attempted to sit up something else returned; the ability to feel pain. You took a sharp intake of breath, resulting in three heads snapping around to face you.

"She's awake." A man you hadn't officially met commented- Cas, you assumed.

'This one's a genius.' The voice in your head muttered sarcastically, you would have said it aloud if it weren't for the dryness of your throat. Instead, you nodded, eyeing them somewhat suspiciously. Why hadn't they taken you to the hospital?

"The pain should subside soon enough. Think of that as an after shock as oppose to an earthquake."

You managed to swallow, allowing a quiet, almost inaudible "what?" to make its way out of your scratchy throat.

"I healed you." He answered matter of factly.

"You... what?" You questioned, your eyes lowereing to your bloodied shirt. You lifted it up slightly, expecting to see a deap gash, or at least a bloodied bandage, but there was nothing aside from an insanely large amount of dried blood. The type of blood you'd expect to see on the area surrounding your nose after a nosebleed, just multiplied by... well, a lot. The skin of your stomach was smooth and undamaged. Good as new.

"I healed you." He repeated, just as bluntly.

Your breath hitched and you grabbed the gun you had kept hidden in your bedside table since you were just 6 years old, before aiming it as his chest. He didn't even flinch, just tilted his head slightly, studying you.

"What are you?" You demanded, the pain in your throat forgotten.

"An angel."

"Yeah, right, and I'm the easter bunny." You replied sarcastically, shaking your head in disbelief. "Tell me the truth. What. Are. You?" You growled, putting your finger on the trigger.

"That IS the truth, he's an angel." Agent Padaleki stated, putting his hands up, you assumed it was a vain attempt to calm the situation.

"Of course. What are you then, Santa Claus? And let me guess, that one's the tooth fairy." You said, gesturing to Agent Ackles.

"Why am I the tooth fairy?"

"You have feminine lips." You waved him off. "Now. Tell. Me. The. Fucking. Truth."

"I do not have feminine lips, I'll have you know, I'm an extremely manly... man. Yeah, a very manly man. So there. In your face."

"I really couldn't care less about your attempts to prove your masculinity dude. Just shut up, and answer my questions."

"We are, if you were a little older you'd be able to undertand that."

"Don't patronise me, I'm not a child."

He laughed resulting in you pointing the gun at him, eyebrows raised. His eyes widened and his hands flew above his head.

"That's what I thought." You said, with a smug smile.

"Everyone just calm down." Padalecki spoke. You rolled your eyes. "Look, I promise you, we are telling you the truth."

"Prove it." You scoffed

The man, Cas, sighed, as a flash of lightning shone through your thin curtians... you hadn't realised there was a storm. In the few seconds during which your room was illuminated by the lightning bolt something became visible. A pair of huge jet black wings, which had projected themselves behind his back.

You gasped and stepped back, slamming the top of your thighs into your bedside table

"Holy shit... wait no, I'm sorry. Fuck. You probably don't like profanity. But, Jesus Christ... crap. I'm sorry just... wow...." You rambled, trailing off at the end with an awkward laugh.

He tilted his head again.

"You're scared." He observed. "Why?"

You released yet another awkward laugh before shrugging.

"I don't know, I just... I've never been the best of kids, I guess. I just don't think you, or him" you pointed to your ceiling "would be the biggest fans of me, and some of the stuff I've done."

"You're a human. I'm not a fan of most of the stuff any of you do." He replied, emotionless.

"I would imagine so."

The room was quiet for a few moments.

"Can I ask a question?" You spoke up.

"I believe you just did." Ackles responded. You glared at him.

"You guys aren't FBI are you?"

"No."

"You're hunters." This comment was more of a statement than a question, but it received an answer anyway.

"Yes."

"And angels are real... even though I have never heard of them." Another statement met with an answer.

"Yes."

"Right. Okay."

A/N: I wrote this for owca1000. I'm sorry it took so long (And had such a weak ending), I got distracted by school and important exams which stressed me out and meant I didn't open this app for like 2 months. I hope you like it anyway, and thanks for reading, and being patient.