Hunters Don't Cry (Supernatural Fanfic)

Chapter Seven

I couldn't believe my eyes. How had I done that? 

Looking at my feet, the black, burnt out holes where the eyes of the demon should have been stared back. It was terrifying to think that I had done that to them. I had no doubt at all that it had been that light coming from me that did this. The feeling it had gave me was terrible and amazing at the same time. I felt incredibly powerful and unstoppable, but I also felt out of control. 

My thoughts suddenly switched directions. Dean. I was terrified for a moment that I had killed him too. 

My relief was unbearable when I saw him and he began walking towards me. He quickly covered the distance between us and it seemed in no time he was wrapping me in his arms. I hugged him back fiercely. I felt terrified and weak. 

"Don't," Dean began. "Don't ever do that again." 

I frowned for a moment. "There is no way you could have noticed I was gone, looked for me, and found me in time to catch me making that call..." I trailed off when what I had been searching for came to me. "Unless... unless, you knew I would be making that call and had been watching the whole time." I looked up into Dean's green eyes and said, "How did you know?"

Dean smiled sadly. "I knew because it was what I would've done." He ruffled my hair slightly  and separated from the hug, staring, confused, at a place past my head. 

"What are you looking at?" I said as I turned around. I gasped and stumbled backward, nearly tripping as I saw the man, Castiel, from my dream. 

He carefully observed the scene before him, his blue eyes soaking up every detail. "Did you do this?" he asked me. 

I wasn't sure I wanted to answer, but Dean did it for me. "Yeah, she did," he answered.

"So it is true." Castiel's eyes wavered from me and he turned them to Dean. "I was coming to you to ask for your assistance in finding her. It seems I no longer require your help." Castiel walked towards me and extended his hand. I matched him step for step, backing up with each of his advancing steps. I felt my eyes grow wide in fear and confusion.

Dean stepped in front of me, protecting me. "Cas, do you mind telling us what the hell you are talking about?"

Castiel paused, seeming troubled by Dean's interference. "This girl is a liability to heaven. Many will seek to use her to destroy the angels." He paused before adding, "She must come with me so she may be protected by the powers of heaven."

"You still didn't answer Dean's question, and I'm not going anywhere with you until you tell me what the hell is going on. What do you mean, a liability?" 

"You are a dangerous weapon that others will use against my kind," Castiel said.

I said, "I have no idea what you are talking about, and I'm still not going anywhere with you."

Castiel replied, "I'm sorry, but you do not have a choice. Like it or not, you must be protected."

I didn't like at all what he was saying. Did he mean to say that if I refused to come with him, he would kidnap me and force me to come? I took several more steps backward away from him. 

"Whoa, whoa. Hold on here Castiel," Dean spoke. "I just witnessed that she can protect herself pretty damn well." He gestured at the dead demons with his hand.

Castiel nodded, "Yes, but this only proves how powerful she is, Dean."

My hands were shaking from all that had just happened. I had killed four demons without lifting a finger, and now Castiel was saying I was a powerful weapon? "What-" my voice was unsteady as I spoke. I quickly steadied it and continued, "What am I?"

 Castiel opened his mouth, seemingly to answer, when he suddenly looked troubled and said, "The demon you call Jaclyn, she's escaped." 

I frowned, looking around, when I realized I didn't see Jaclyn among the other demons. "Oh, no. My dad." I quickly darted past Castiel and sprinted back to the car, seeing Dean behind me. Looking back, I saw Castiel still standing there, looking stunned and confused at how we had both just blown past him. 

Soon Dean and I were speeding down the road, towards my house. We were there in what seemed like less than seconds. I got out of the car before it had even stopped. Sprinting to the front door, I noticed several feet before I reached it that it had been previously kicked open, the deadbolt snapped in half.  

I didn't slow as I pushed the door open. "Dad?" I yelled. "Dad!" I sprinted down the hallway that led to our living room, not finding any sign of him. Tearing past  the living room, I yelled back to Dean, who I had heard running behind me, "Check the kitchen and the dining room!" The stairs were just ahead; they would lead up to the two bedrooms and office. 

My breath came fast, and I could feel my heart fighting to break free of the cage that was my chest. I dashed through the hallway, my feet pounding on the hardwood and my frantic calls of "Dad!" echoing through the home. As I ran, my eyes met a picture of me and my dad. My three year old head was resting on his chest, and my tiny hand was tucked into his large one. I had fallen asleep on his lap. He had his finger to his lips, telling someone to be quiet so I could continue sleeping, and there was so much love in his eyes, I thought my heart would burst. 

I choked back a sob as I continued my frantic race, bursting into the office screaming, "Dad!" when I heard it. 

My dad yelled back, "Ryder!" I heard concern, fear, and relief mixed into his voice as it came from the end of the hall, where a door led to the stairs that went up to the attic.

The tears finally escaped my eyes as I yelled to Dean, "He's up here, in the attic!"

I ran faster than I think I ever had until I reached the dark stained wooden door. Reaching for the door I frantically jerked the gold handle. It wouldn't move. There was no time to pick the lock.

I took several steps back, then, drawing power from my whole body, delivered a powerful kick at just the right spot on the door and didn't hesitate as it slammed open. Hearing Dean's footsteps pounding on the steps behind me, I raced up the stairs to the attic. To my dad.

The attic was always used as a training room. It was just an open space with hardwood floors, some knives on a rack on the wall, and a book case filled with lore books. Another wall was also lined with targets for practicing knife throwing. 

I burst into the room, my feet skidding on the hardwood floors as I saw my Dad. His head snapped up when I entered and his eyes said it all. He was tied to a chair near the far wall of the room. "Dad," I said as I ran to him. I quickly cut the ropes tying his hands and feet to the chair. As I did this, I saw Dean enter from the corner of my eye. His face showed relief as he saw my dad. 

Once Dad was free, he stood up and I quickly wrapped him in a hug. I felt his strong arms hug me back. My heart swelled as I thought of the moment when I had entered the room. The relief had almost suffocated me as I saw his brown eyes and dark hair. I felt one tear slide down my cheek. For a moment I just breathed in his scent, old leather mixed with cinnamon.

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt something sharp and cold against my back. A knife. I saw from my peripheral vision Dean's face shift from relief into horror. "Dad?" I asked, confused, as I looked up at his eyes. He smirked evilly down at me.

His brown eyes turned to pure black as he used his upper arm to slam me against the wall and hold me there, my feet dangling a foot above the ground. I struggled for breath as he put the knife to my throat; the impact from hitting the wall had knocked the wind out of me. He smirked down at me as he answered my question. "Not quite," he said.

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A/N: Haha, I'm so evil. Sorry for being evil and not letting her save her dad, but hopefully you all like the update, and if you do, don't forget to 

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