Heaven's Door *Castiel*

Chapter 6

       I took this opportunity to follow my dad, because I really had no idea what I was doing anyway. I had tied my hair back into a half up half down look. I rounded a corner and almost ran right into Castiel.

"What is this?" I asked him.

"What does it look like?" He questioned back.

"Is it real?"

"Very."

"Okay, so, what angels got their hands on some DeLorenas? How did I get here?" I questioned.

"Time is fluid, McKenna. It's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion." Castiel answered.

"Well, bend it back. Or tell me what the hell I'm doing here." I say.

"I told you. You have to stop it." Castiel said, my eyes widened a little as anger flowed through me.

"Stop what? Huh? What, is there something nasty after my dad?" I questioned, a horn blared and tires screeching, making me look in that direction, when I turned back around Castiel was gone. I threw my hands up a little. "Okay, or just leave me hanging. Fucking bitch." I continued my walk trying to find my dad again. When I found him again, he was looking at buying an old Volkswagen van. I smiled a little. "That's not the one you want." I say.

"You following me?" My dad asked.

"No, no. I was just passing by. I never got to thank you for that cup of coffee this morning. I was a little out of it." I say rocking back and forth on my feet slightly.

"More than a little." He said chuckling.

"Well, let me repay the favor." I say walking over to the Impala, that looked exactly like Baby. I patted the hood lightly leaning against it. "This is the car you want."

"Oh, yeah? You know something about cars?" He asked.

"Yeah, my dad and my twin brother taught me everything I know. And this-- This is a great car." I say turning around popping the hood open. "327 four-barrel, 275 horses. A little TLC, this thing is cherry." I smiled looking at the car.

"You know, sweetheart... you're right." My dad said, I smiled brighter.

"What are you buying that thing for?" I asked looking back at the van.

"Kind of promised someone I would." I chuckled lightly.

"Over a '67 Chevy?" I questioned. "I mean, come on. This is the care of a lifetime. Trust me, this thing's still gonna be badass when it's 40." I heard him sigh lightly.

"John Winchester." My dad said holding out his hand to me. "Thanks."

"McKenna Van Halen." I say shaking his hand. "And thank you." Dad went and checked out the car. "I was in pretty rough shape this morning, huh?"

"No kidding." I walked around and leaned against the hood of the car behind him

"I've been hung over before, but, hey, I was getting chills in that diner." I state, trying to act so normal as possible. "You didn't feel any of those cold spots, did you?"

"Nope." Dad said facing me again. I pierced my lips a little once he turned away again.

"I swore I smelled something weird, too, you know? Like rotten eggs." I stated quietly, tilting my head a little. "You didn't happen to smell any sulfur, by chance?"

"No." He answered again. I slowly nodded my head. This was so weird for me, I never did any of this, I normally let Sam and Dean handle it.

"Have there been any cattle mutilations in town?" I asked quietly, clenching my jaw.