"Two salty hunters, one half-angel kid, a dude that just came back from the dead again and a tinker buzzer. Team Free Will 2.0!!"
"It's tinker bell."
"No, it's buzzer cause bell sound melodious. You don't."
( gasped )
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The sun hid behind the trees as the chill wind picked up again, it felt bitter and hard slicing through my clothes and stinging my skin as I wasn't dressed for the humid weather but I couldn't pay any attention to it, I was too busy fighting my heavy lids and trying not to slid out of Jack's grip. This whole morning walk now felt like nothing but a foolish aptitude of mine as it was the Nephilim who was doing all the walking, also carrying me along with him.
I must've drowsed again because the next thing I knew Jack was pulling me up and clasping my hands together at his chest to prevent me from falling.
"Sorry", I murmured groggily yet made no attempt to walk myself. I was too tired and his arms were too comfy to leave.
The Nephilim made a 'Pff' sound as if he was offended by the idea of my apology, it made me smile.
"They're here", someone spoke loudly making me crack open one eye.
I perused my surrounding, the familiar faces of the apocalypse people indicated that we reached near the cabin and I almost closed my eyes back feeling content but a figure up ahead in the distance jolted me awake as I noticed the familiar dark blonde locks of his head. That hair; how could I ever forget the hair, the face or anything that always reminded me of home, and as if on cue my heart kicked into its highest gear. They were here, all of them- Dean, Sam, Castiel everyone.
"Dad.....?", I called wasting no time to drop back to my feet.
Something flashed in his green eyes and before anyone could blink, the elder Winchester crossed the space between us, a muffled chock left his mouth as he swooped down to pick me up and swung me into his arms.
"You're safe, you're safe", he kept chanting the same words as if struggling to find any other.
My hands automatically grabbed a fistful of his plaid shirt and I started sobbing accusing him with all sorts of delations, "What took you so long?"
"I'm sorry sweetheart, I'm so sorry....", he squeezed me tight to his chest, this gesture only made me cry harder. Setting me back on my feet, he then proceeded to wipe the fallen tears but his expression turned sour staring at my face. Taking my chin in his hand, he tipped it upward to get a better look at my face.
"Why are you looking so pale?", With shaky fingers, he pressed his fingertips against the discoloration under my eye making me whimper in pain, and immediately began to rattle off the questions, "Who hurt you, Fay? Who did this?"
