Guardian Angel

Chapter 1

I don't know what I expected when I entered the bunker. It reminded of something from World War One on the outside but the inside was full of shelves with many different books including different monster lore and all kinds of supernatural creatures. The tables were long and solid with different weapons laid on the shiny surfaces.

Of course, there were many old machines that were from the 1950s; many of which I didn't know what the point of them was. I was expecting the inside to feel sterile and cold but it was far from that; the whole room while massive, had a homely feel to it. I could hear a baby crying in one of the rooms; it's sound automatically soothed by a female voice singing the most beautiful song, and while I didn't understand the words, I knew it was a lullaby.

Reaching the ground floor, I turned in a full circle taking in the entire place with innocent eyes; this room was a cavern full of wonders that I would never fully understand or appreciate. On one wall there were thousands of books; some that appear as old as time, the dust missing from them, their spines cracked with age and use. I walked toward the shelves and breathed deeply as the smell of books and age assaulted my nose, taking me back to times when I was a young child and had sat in Bobby's living room looking at the pictures within; fascinated by the many creatures within their pages. Next to the shelves were machines that looked old but still worked as their mechanics ran like clockwork.

Turning to look behind me I saw two massive tables; weapons strewn across them in various stages of being dismantled and cleaned. My hand landed on a crossbow, the bolts shiny with silver and wood. Picking it up I felt the perfect balance of the weapon; the grooves on the handle seemingly made for my hands.

Lifting it I saw the sight was perfectly aligned; there appeared to be no offset with this beautiful weapon. Looking at the wooden handle there were various carvings of mystic creatures that seemed to dance along the wood. The crossbow felt old and reluctantly I placed it reverently back on the table, my fingertips skimmed across the polished wood and landing on a silver blade next to the spot, the blade has an almost pointed triangle.

Feeling like a kid in a candy shop I stared at each weapon from knives to swords, crossbows to guns. Even to my untrained eye, I could see each weapon was meticulously looked after, ready for a moment's notice when a hunt began.

"They are pretty impressive." Dean remarked as he picked up the crossbow to hand it to me, "we can teach you how to use them; as a Winchester, you need to be able to protect yourself." He indicated a room just off of the main room, "that is the training room."

Walking away from him I saw targets set up in a fairly large room; there were also sets of the self-defence dummies and crash mats similar to what we had in school to learn to "defend" ourselves when the time was needed.

As footsteps approached from behind me, I saw a woman holding a tiny baby in her arms, her long blonde hair tied up into a ponytail as she sang to the child sleeping in her arms; the words strange but lyrical. She looked up and her grey eyes lit up with warmth and love,

"Hi; are you Lara?" She said while handing the sleeping child to Dean. "I'm Lacey, Sam's wife and that is Deana." She pointed to the sleeping child in Deans arms. Smiling I took the offered hand before smoothing the dark curly hair on the baby's head.

"Deana?" I asked looking at my older brother with an eyebrow raised,

"After mine and Sam's grandmother." Smiling I raised my hands to take the child from Dean, who looked reluctant to let her go but handed her over without a word. I'm shocked by the weight of her; while I was expecting her to be light, she was quite heavy. Kissing her head, I whispered into her shell-shaped ear,

"Hell Deana, I'm your aunty Lara." Smiling I looked around the room, not only do I have 2 brothers and a niece; I also have a sister and I say as much to the others around the room.

"Actually..." Dean said scrolling through his phone before he showed me a picture of an obviously pregnant lady with a blond pixie haircut. "You have two, that's my fiancée Arcadia." Noting the softening in Dean's voice I studied the picture of the sister I've yet to meet. Each individual part of her face looked like it wouldn't fit but put together she was breath-taking.

"When will I meet her?" I asked him as I moved Deana up to my shoulder to commence the rock as she started fussing.

"Soon, I hope. She is finishing up her last case then will be heading back; I don't like her in the field when she is pregnant." I looked at him and see the worry in his eyes;

"Is she a hunter too?" I asked but he shook his head then nodded before shrugging,

"Kind of; she works for the FBI? So, she hunts both monsters and the human variety too." He shrugged again, "hopefully she will be home soon." Putting the phone away he indicated Lacey to take the baby from me, "let me show you your room?"

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He took off down a dark corridor with my case in his hands, so I followed behind him; noticing how the steps echo around the interior. Pausing at a door he opened it up and stopped short. Crowding behind him I peered over his shoulder and saw Cas standing there. "Cas what are you doing in my sisters' room?" He said as he moved aside to let me in. I stopped and look around the room, it has been painted in pastels colours and there was a canvas on an easel; that of an angel with celestial light coming from his wings; leaning over a woman lying on the ground with rapture on her face.

I'm shocked as I realized the angel was Cas and the girl with rapture on her face was a likeness of me; but not how I saw myself in the mirror every day. I looked beautiful and serene, different from the face I knew I was born with.

"Dean!" My angel looked slightly ruffled at being caught as he started putting things away. "I didn't expect you to be back so soon."

"I guessed. What are you doing in Lara's room? And when did you learn to paint?" He tried to look closer at the canvas but Cas stood in the way.

"It's not finished yet. I thought Lara would like a gift to make her feel at home; so, I painted her room and decided to do something special for her."

I stepped around him to look at the canvas; feeling his hand land around my waist. I looked into his eyes and saw hot passion within their depths. Dean cleared his throat dramatically,

"That's really nice of you Cas." He said before he put my bag on the bed, "weird but nice." He looked at me before opening the door, "I'll call you when food is ready. Cas can I talk to you?" He said as he grabbed hold of his arm to propel him out the door before him. I watched as two of the men in my life left the room; Dean's angry whispers echoed down the corridor.