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12

Three weeks of teaching Harper how to beat the hell out of Sam made him extremely sore but it did her good. She wasn't super comfortable by any means but she wouldn't give me the signal if I left them in a room together.
We had stayed up really late and marathoned all of Sherlock while talking one time. We established this signal that she would give me whenever she felt her anxiety getting above an okay level where she would itch her left eyebrow with her thumb then I would either give her an excuse to leave or clear the boys out of the room. The boys didn't know so it saved both a good deal of embarrassment for her and their already low sense of self worth. Plus gave her time to get control of herself before a panic attack really set in.
Having Harper around was also a gift from the wedding gods which she educated us on.
"The Greek god of weddings is Hymenaios and there's like a million and twelve different theories on his origins but they're all super sappy or weird romance stories and oddly enough only one sect of Greeks actually believed that he was a child of Aphordite." She spouted.
"But that doesn't even make sense. Aphordite or Hera would seem like the first option." Sam responded as we all continued scrolling on our devices looking for venues.
Oh my god they're geek talking about Greek mythology.
"The most widespread version is that Apollo got it on with Calliope which is kinda why most weddings are huge productions. Get it?" She laughed at her little pun but Sam looked at me worridly.
"Maybe we should leave Hymenaios alone." I suggested patting the back of Sam's hand with a reassuring smile.
"Why?" Harper asked after a pause of confusion.
"We killed his mom." I smiled sweetly.
"Hold up! You have hunted Greek dieties?" She pushed the laptop away from her and leaned over the table we were at to stare us down.
"Yeah... We found Promethius, Artemis, Zeus, killed Kronos, killed Calliope.... I think that's the list..." Sam summed up counting on his fingers.
Harper's mouth hung open in awe as she took in the information, "This is like finding out your favorite book series is real!"
Oh god please tell me Dean didn't hear that.
After a short pause Sam and I made eye contact. He looked like he had already been trying to hold in a laugh but apparently my face was priceless because he completely lost it and snorted with laughter.
"Sam! That's so not funny!" I protested.
"No it's SO funny!" He laughed throwing his head back and wheezing.
"What did I say?" Harper asked with a confused half smile.
"No, Harpie. I'll tell you later." I groaned clamping my hand over Sam's mouth to keep him from continuing, "I need to find a venue and get a date set today. Preferably before I explode."
Sam rolled his eyes as Harper eyed me as if she was making some kind of judgement call, "You know harpies are little devil chicken women with claws that eat people." She informed me.
I shot her a smile, "That's nasty but it fits really well with your name. You're not shaking this nickname anymore than Pip." I removed my hand from Sam's face and went back to scrolling through wedding websites.
We scrolled a little while longer and narrowed it down to about ten places but none of them really gave off the vibe we were going for.
"None of them live up." I sighed in defeat letting my head fall on the table.
"Live up to what Sunshine?" Sam asked resting his hand on my knee.
"Rose Hill! That place was perfect! And the back was the right size and the trees were really pretty and everything was great!" I muttered into the table.
"Then have it there." Harper said as if it was problem solved.
"You're going to be in my wedding. I can't make you go back there." I sighed lifting my head off the table.
She gave me a troubled if not sad smile, "Geoffery isn't there anymore. It's your wedding."
Before I could respond Dean hollered from the library, "GUYS I GOT A CASE!"
We all hurried to the library where he filled us in on what was going down.
"It's not so much a case as a lead. Guess who I found?" He asked with a sly smile.
"Dean don't be a drama queen. Just tell us." Sam sighed earning a snicker from Harper.
"Jael" Dean spat with a dirty look in Sam's direction.
"Who is Jail?" Harper asked pulling up a chair.
"Not jail, Jay-el." I corrected and flipped the laptop around to inspect Dean's find, "She was Metatron's third in command."
"I figured we can't get Megadouche so why not get the next best thing?" Dean explained leaning back in his chair in triumph.
Sam leaned over me to read the screen, "Alright, pack up and leave in 30." He slapped the table and left.
"We're going on an actual hunt?!" Harper stood up and looked at me excitedly.
"Whoa there Pip. You're holdin down the fort." Dean corrected her as he stood up.
"But I can defend myself now and I'm not stupid and-"
"Harpie no." I interrupted her, "the first hunt we take you on is going to be something a LOT less dangerous."
"Evelynn! Seriously?! You're going to talk to an angel!" She exclaimed.
"An angel that is either still in control of what's left of Metatron's forces or crazy with no kill switch." Dean clarified, then rounding the table and ruffling her hair, "No way in hell I'm letting you near that." Before he left he kissed the top of her head and sauntered out of the room.
"I can fight though! How bad can angels be? Your dad seems harmless!" She argued speaking with her hands vigorously.
"Okay. What would you do to counter this?" I asked as I grabbed a stray pen off the table and held it like a knife. She went to kick it out of my hand just like we told her to but as she did I teleported right beind her and hooked one arm around her neck and poked her lightly with the pen in the back.
"What are you going to do then?" I asked.
I felt her heartbeat go up uner my forearm and she started hyperventilating and clawing at my arm making me drop the pen and turn her around.
"Hey it's just me okay? It's just me and I would never hurt you Harpie." I assured her.
She nodded and took a few deep breaths before smiling in embarrassment, "The panic probably doesn't help."
I shook my head and smiled, "C'mon. I'll show you all the secrets of the bunker before we leave."
Twenty minutes later we were all standing around the loaded Impala as I quizzed Harper on all of our phone numbers and back up phone numbers and Jody's number and Garth's and Joy's.
"I've got it Ev. Now go kick some angel ass you freaks of nature." She smiled and hip checked me towards the car.
"Okay I will be calling when we get there! Make sure you sleep and don't just read the whole library! Eat the bananas before they go bad!" I called as Sam pulled me into the car with a chuckle.
When we had pulled out of the garage Dean starred to cackle.
"I'm not being a mother." I snapped crossing my arms.
"Yeah you are." Sam stated, turning around with a shit eating grin on his face.
"I hate you." I groaned.
"Love you too." He answered rubbing my knee in a way that could either be affectionate or patronizing.