Deans daughter

Chapter 12

I followed Cass towards the dungeon, whatever he wanted to tell me he was being very secretive about it. I was beginning to panic, what if this was really serious?

"What is it?" I asked as we stopped in the doorway of the dungeon. "Well as you know jack is like my son, and I care about him a great deal, but because he has recently had his powers taken from him I fear he won't be that great at adapting to the world around him, a world without powers and where all he can do is be human, because that's what he is now. He's not Lucifer's son, he's not an angel, he's no an abomination, he's an angel. And I was just hoping that maybe you could kind of, help him in a way, just to make sure he's okay and doesn't get himself into trouble. Or killed," Cass requested.

"Of course I'll help him, I get he must be going through a hard time right now."

Cass smile gratefully, "thank you."

I nodded and walked out of the room, back to my bedroom where I noticed jack waiting for me to go inside. "Umm Ellie?"

"Yeah?"

"Where do I sleep? And what do I wear to bed? To fall asleep do I simple pretend to be asleep? I've never had to do this before. And what's with the whole urinating thing?"

"I'll show you to your room now, you wear pajamas to bed, yes you do and if I were you I'd ask Sam or Dean about the whole urination thing as our bodies aren't exactly the same."

"Pajamas? What are they?" He asked with confusion. I bit back a smile, of course he wouldn't know what pajamas were, he never had to sleep before therefore he never had to wear them. "Basically clothes that you wear for bed,"

"And there's certain clothes that you wear to bed? I can't just wear my jeans, although that would be quite uncomfortable wouldn't it?" He said more to himself.

"I'm sure you're underwear would be great for tonight? Just make sure that you wrap yourself up in your blanket because it's suppose to be cold tonight."

"What's it like to feel cold?"

"You'll find out."

I showed him towards his bedroom and told him to come to me in the morning if he needed help with anything else, which he did.

He needed me to show him how to brush his teeth, do his hair and how to use the shower. Most of his questions were only relative to males so I couldn't answer Quite a lot them, but I sent him down to the boys and watched them squirm in discomfort at some of the questions he was asking.

He really had no filter on what he said, but then again how could he know what was acceptably to say and what wasn't?

Sam, jack and I headed out to the wood later on that day, we were trying to get a bit of training in before Sam went for a hunt.

I had come along way since when I first started, but we had to go from the beginning again so that jack could learn. The boys said that I would need to help him while they were gone. I felt pride well up in my stomach at this, they thought that I was good enough to train Jack, it was only knife throwing but I didn't mind, I enjoyed spending time with Jack, he was quite interesting. I liked hearing about his past and It was nice to talk to someone my own age.

One day we were out in the woods training, just me and jack. The boys had gone on a hunt so It would be only jack and I for the next few days.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked. I nodded, as if that wasn't all he was doing. "Why do you live in the bunker with three men? Where's your mother?"

I felt myself choke up at this question, should I tell him the truth or should I lie? What would he think of me, I certainly didn't want any pity. I decided I would just be honest.

"My mom died," I answered briefly, feeling a tear slide down my cheek. "I'm sorry, I have made you upset," he apologized. "It's fine, honestly don't worry about it, maybe one day I'll tell you the whole story."

He looked at me and smiled gently. "Let's just get back to training, here," I mumbled handing him a knife. He took it out of my hand and I showed him how to measure up his aim and how to use the right amount of force. He was actually quite a quick learner and by the end of the day he had hit the target more than half of the times he threw the knife at it.

We headed back to the bunker in silence, it had become dark now and we were both extremely tired and just wanted to head to sleep, I however did need to shower first, I always felt filthy after being in the woods training all day, the dirt just got everywhere.

"Dean left me his credit card in case we wanted to go out and do anything so how about tomorrow we go shopping and get you some new clothes, maybe some pajamas too?" I suggested as we walked through the front door and down the metal stairs.

"What's a credit card?" He asked. "Umm it's basically a card with a load of money that you use to pay for things with," I explained. He nodded in understanding and I told him I would he going for a shower so if he needed anything he was to give me a shout in about half an hour, which was enough time for me to wash myself and put on my pajamas.

The next morning Jack was sleeping for a very long time, the long hours of training just have been exhausting for him as he was a new human and wasn't used to it, I remembered when I had first began training, I was tired almost all of the time as Sam and Cass would always wake me up at the crack of dawn to begin training and we wouldn't go back to the bunker until dusk.

After about half an hour I was dressed and ready to go when an exhausted looking jack cake walking into the living room, his hair was a mess and he slowly stumbled in, wearing only his boxers. I felt my cheeks heat up upon noticing this but I made no comment as he probably saw no problem with it.

"Come on, get dressed we're going shopping soon! We can grab some food while we're in the city,' i told him. He rolled his eyes and strolled back up to his bedroom. Some days he was just like a toddler.

But i liked it