Angel's daughter

Chapter 8

I stayed frozen, my eyes scanning the streets for any sign of Sam or Dean or possibly other angels. There was no one else around. It was almost as if the whole town decided to avoid this street at this particular time. My eyes looked back to Bartholomew,

"What do you want?" I asked. I got used to putting up masks. I put a serious mask on, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing my fear,

"Well Gracie, I want a lot of things but that's not what you want to hear. How about you ask the real question on your mind?"

"Why are you after my dad?"

"Your father has some real important information to share with me, not to mention, having heaven's rebel on my side would be a very good chess piece and you sweetie are going to help me"

"Why would I help you?" I narrowed my eyes at him, feeling a twang of anger in my chest,

"Who said you had a choice?" I felt panic as he simply leaned over to me. I gripped my arm, remembering the blade when I felt the metal against my skin. It came out a lot easier than I thought it would, I almost dropped it. I just about grabbed it in time and stabbed his leg next to me. He yelled in pain as I pulled it out, I could see the wound glowing blue, "You little bitch!" He growled. I narrowed my eyes at him, a sudden confidence hit me and I felt ready to stab him again if he made another move. There was a white light and he completely disappeared. I looked over and Dean was bleeding from his hand, having made a weird looking symbol in his own blood,

"I thought I told you to zap back to the bunker when an angel shows up" He said. I gave a huge sigh of relief as Sam and Dean got into the front seat,

"You alright?" Sam asked. I nodded,

"Yeah"

"What the hell were you thinking?" Dean asked,

"I was thinking that I can only zap a short distance in a random direction and he'd find me before you would" I shot back, then lifted the bloody knife, "Figured I was in a better position here" Dean gave a long sigh. A sigh that I have definitely heard from my mother before. I smiled at him,

"You're more difficult than Sam" He groaned,

"Who are you? My mum?" Sam smiled at me and looked to Dean. I don't get the look but Dean did and just shook his head, starting the car up again, "We're a couple hours drive from Detroit now, eat up" Dean passed a burrito to me. I held on to it. Sure I wasn't aware of the last time I ate but I also didn't feel hungry, just incredibly sleepy. It felt like I was conserving energy or something since I haven't done anything to warrant this amount of sleep... yet.

It was day now and Castiel was just getting up and buttoning up his shirt having come out of the shower,

"I washed your clothes for you" April said over her shoulder at him while cutting up some fruit. Castiel went to pick up his jacket but noticed something missing, "Find everything ok?"

"Actually, there was something in my jacket, it's a little hard to explain"

"Oh you mean this?" April turned and pointed the angel blade at him. He froze, "I think we should talk"

I burst awake. Dean and Sam were in Detroit now and were stumped. They had stopped for a while but I jumped out of the car.

"Hey Grace, wait up" I heard them call behind me but I didn't care. I had to find that apartment, she was going to kill him. Eventually Dean grabbed my shoulders and turned me around, "Hey, hey, hey, what's up? What happened?"

"She has him" I wiped away a tear, trying desperately not to break down, "She's going to kill him"

"A reaper" I nodded. When Dean had turned me round I recognised the logo of the restaurant behind him,