Chapter Eleven
My heart fluttered. "No that's impossible. My mother was human and my father... is well Dean," I stumbled out. He looked to me slowly. I gave him a look of desperation. This couldn't be true. I was a human being, and so was my mother Lanie Beckett. I was 13, and I was a Hunter. My father was Dean Winchester and my uncle was Sam Winchester. There was nothing angelic in my nature.
"You're mother is an angel. We have suspects to which ones, but we do not know for sure. If she is who we think she is than it is more crucial that we must kill you Samantha," Castiel spoke, his words laced with regret. "I know that it is hard to understand, but there are some things that should never be."
Dean snapped back into his normal self. "Look, no one's killing anyone. You are not going to touch Sammy until we find out exactly what is going on!"
I wanted to back up and hide, anywhere. I am human. I am human. I am a human. I let out a slight cry as I fell into my father's back. He turned around quickly to grab me. I looked to him, tears flooding my eyes.
"Daddy... I-I'm a human. Tell him, I can't be a nephilim. You knew my mom she wasn't an angel." Dean looked me over and put a hand on my cheek.
"Baby, I can't say that, but we will figure this out together, okay? You won't get hurt." He smiled softly, and I looked behind him seeing that Castiel was again getting ready to attack. Dean swiftly turned around and punched him. "Run!"
I scrambled to get away as I watched my father fight the angel he called his friend. Suddenly, he disappeared from my sight.
"Sammy behind you!" Dean screamed desperately. I turned around quickly to be thrown against the wall. Dean ran to me, but I knew he couldn't make it. I closed my eyes as I waited to be killed. I heard the sound of metal being pulled out. Then the room began to shake, and a bright gold light filled the room.
Archangels, heaven's most fierce weapons.
Suddenly, Castiel was thrown backwards, and Dean ran towards me. I hugged him tightly. Castiel was pinned to the wall when the light subsided. I felt someone else's presence with us. My eyes traveled up to see a woman with black curls that fell to her shoulders. She had blue eyes and wore a dress with black lace at the top which traveled to a royal blue skirt at the bottom.
"Momma," I breathed out. Dean looked to her with wide eyes.
"Hello Sammy," she smiled brightly. Then a worriedly look appeared in her eyes. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" All I could do was shake my head at her.
"Lanie... How?" Dean stumbled out. She looked at him.
"Hello Dean, it's been a while."
'Who are you? Who are you really because whoever you are; it's going to get my daughter killed," Dean growled.
"Your daughter?" my mother asked. "How about ours. I'm the one who carried her for nine months. I am the one who raised her for three years."
"Then left her on her own," Dean cut her off. She sighed.
"That was necessary. The angels were starting to locate me. She could be hidden, but I couldn't. I had to seperate from her so she wouldn't be killed."
"Who are you?" I asked. She looked at me shocked.
"I'm the archangel Shekinah. I am the first archangel that was ever made," she answered.
Dean's POV
"No, no, Michael was the first angel," I said. Lan-Shekinah laughed.
"Of course they would say that. Castiel, would you like to tell him the truth?" she asked. Castiel looked away.
"Cas, come on man. What's going on?" I asked. Sammy was still behind me, her body trembling against mine.
"She is right. She was the first angel, but she was... flawed," Castiel sighed.
She turned to him. "Excuse me?"
"I mean. Shekinah is the most powerful of all of us, but she also has feelings which the human's were based on. She was sent from heaven to guide them."
"I was exiled!" she screamed, trying to Cas suddenly. I felt Sammy grabbed me more tightly. "Don't you try to make it anything less than that! I was exiled by my brothers because my brothers feared what my Father made me, and I will not let you touch my daughter." Sammy looked up to her.
"Momma," she whimpered. I could tell she was breaking down. Shek turned to her.
"Sammy," she breathed out. Sammy ran from my arms and ran into her mother's, burying her face into her chest. "It's okay," Shek muttered. "No one will hurt you my dear." She looked up to me. "Right Dean?" she asked.
I nodded. "I won't let anyone hurt her, you know that."
Shek sighed and nodded, but looked to me uncertainly. I looked to my daughter and sighed. Day ran forward towards the two and sniffed Shek. She smiled and petted the dog, and for a second I could swear that she was my Lanie.
