The Beauty of Love As It Was Made To Be 29/31
Title: The Beauty of Love As It Was Made To Be 29/31
Rating: PG-13
Pairing and Characters: Dean, Faith
Spoilers/Warnings: none I can think of
Word Count: ~3,600 (this chapter)
Summary: This is a sequel to "Like To Stay in Heaven..." you don't have to read that first to start this, but it would help a lot. That masterpost is here. You do need to read the prologue which is here. This starts two months after the end of my version of season 7.
This chapter: Two years after the last chapter. Faith goes against Dean’s orders and tries to find Abaddon alone, which makes her cross paths with someone from her parents’ past.
Notes: I have finally finished this and will be putting up all the chapters soon. By Sunday night, the whole story will be up. I’m sorry it took so long, but my new job has been sucking up all my free time.
Previous
The next two years were hard for the Winchesters. Faith was becoming angrier every time Abaddon got away from them and Dean was trying to find different ways to get through to his daughter.
Kevin had translated all of the angel tablet and it was obvious how much of a threat it would be if Abaddon ever got her hands on it or the information. There were spells that could make angels powerless or cast them all from Heaven and even ways to enslave them. Unfortunately, some of these things required the heart of a nephilim.
“Faith, you can’t do that!” Dean was scolding her for what felt like the hundredth time this week.
“I can do this, Dad! I’m fifteen!”
“You cannot go on hunts alone. Especially with Abaddon out there with more numbers than Crowley ever had behind him, and aiming specifically for you.”
“I can handle Abaddon. With my powers, I could kill her.” Her need to avenge Cas hadn’t lessened over the years and it was making her hungry for a fight anywhere she could get it.
“Without being smart, she’ll kill you.”
“I’m an angel, Dad.”
“No, you’re not.” Dean tried to calm his voice. It was easier to get through to her when he wasn’t shouting. “That’s my point. You’re part human too and that makes you a prize to anyone who can get their hands on you.”
“I’m stronger than they are and faster.”
“Really? Is that why you’ve been shot and restrained by them?” Dean hated saying it, especially with the look Faith gave him, but he had to if he wanted her to listen. “Abaddon isn’t some dumbass lemming, okay? She’s a knight of Hell and smarter than any other demon we’ve gone against.”
“Fine. Then how about I just take them all down.” She crossed her arms and raised her brows at him.
“No, you’re not doing the trials either.”
“Why not?!” Dean and Cas had told her about the trials to close the gates of Hell and how she was the one who could do it and live years ago, but they hadn’t told her how yet. “It would solve all our problems. Avenge Pop. Isn’t that what you want?”
“Of course it is. You think I don’t feel as awful as you do about letting Abaddon run around free?” There were still mornings when Dean would wake up and forget that Cas wouldn’t be there when he rolled over. It was a fresh Hell every time.
“Then let me fix it.”
“No, you’re not old enough.”
“I won’t die, Dad. That’s why I can do it, right? I’m the one who won’t die completing them.”
“Supposedly. When Abaddon realizes what you’re doing, she’ll do everything she can to stop you.”
“You think that’ll change when I’m a little older? She’ll come after me either way.”
“Faith, you’re not doing it and you’re not hunting alone anymore.” Dean turned away from her to signal the end of the discussion.
Faith lowered her voice, but not enough for Dean not to hear her. “You can’t keep me here.”
Dean turned to her quickly. “I sure as hell can and I will if you make me.” Faith glared at him. Dean hated being like this, but he couldn’t lose her too. If anything happened to her, he couldn’t live with himself.
“I’d like to see you try.” She walked away from him slowly before turning away and heading to her room with a slam of the door.
Dean sighed and ran a hand over his forehead. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could do this with her. If she was driven enough, she would do whatever she wanted and Dean couldn’t stop her. He decided to give it a rest for now.
Dean had made dinner and was turning off all the appliances in the kitchen a few hours later. “Faith!” He had hoped she would have cooled off by now and he could talk to her. He didn’t hear her door. “Faith!”
He walked out of the kitchen and down the hall towards her room. “Faith, dinner’s ready.” There was still no response. His gut twisted in worry and he ran to her door. “Faith.” He knocked. “Are you in there?”
It was completely silent and Dean felt like kicking himself. He opened her door and found an empty room. “Son of a bitch!” He was about to leave when he saw her computer open. He went to her desk and opened her browser. She was smart enough not to leave her research open but she hadn’t cleared her history and Dean found the articles about demonic omens in Michigan.
“Dammit!” Dean closed her laptop and stood to leave. Fear and anger ran through him as he took out his phone. He didn’t think she would really answer, but he had to try.
Faith felt her phone vibrate in her pocket but she ignored it. She knew who it was and she was busy. Demonic omens were all over a small town in Michigan and she wanted to interrogate them about Abaddon’s whereabouts.
She had her angel blade in hand as she moved around the corner of the hall where the demons were gathering. They were talking loudly about the latest kills they had made and bodies they had taken for vessels. The building had no binding so she planned to use her powers, except she didn’t want to kill all of them.
Faith closed her eyes and focused on the demons. She could sense four of them in the next room and at least four more farther away. She took a deep breath and stepped into the room.
It took a few seconds for one of the demons to notice her. She smiled. “Hi, hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
They all moved at once in her direction. Her eyes lit up blue and with a wave of her hand, the two weakest demons died and fell to the floor.
The two remaining demons jumped at her. She slashed her blade as she spun in place, slicing both of them. She knocked one away with a kick and took a punch from the other.
They fought, kicked, and shouted until she killed one of them and had the other on his back. She used her grace to keep him in place as she perched above him with her blade poised to strike.
“Now, you’re gonna tell me about Abaddon.”
The demon laughed. “Am I? What will you do, kill me?”
She smiled cruelly. “You’ll wish.” She kept her senses up to make sure the other demons didn’t come running yet. “Where is she?”
Faith spent the next ten minutes trying to get information from the demon and got nothing. She was about to try a more in depth tactic when she heard shouting from the other room. The demon looked worried.
She tried to sense what was going on but all she got was that the demons were dying, fast. She couldn’t sense what was killing them. The demon under her tried to push her off. She sank her blade into his heart before standing and moving off to find out what was going on.
Faith barely made it back to her feet when a figure blocked the doorway. She hadn’t sensed him coming and that scared her. He was about as tall as Dean and he seemed just as surprised to see her as she was to see him. He looked around late twenties with short dark brown hair and round pale blue eyes.
Faith couldn’t sense anything from him and that freaked her out enough to raise her blade in a defensive stance. The man eyed her over quickly before tilting his head slightly.
“You’re not a demon.” There was a slight accent to his voice that Faith tried to place. There was something off about his but she didn’t catch it before he spoke again. “I want to say angel, but that’s not quite it either.”
“Who are you?” The accent was faintly Australian. The man squinted and stepped through the doorway slowly.
“How old are you, kid?” He glanced at the dead demon on the floor and then back to her blade.
“None of your business.” She moved back to keep herself close to the wall. “What are you?”
He smiled in amusement. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I would’ve already if I wanted to.”
“You’ll forgive me if I don’t buy that.”
“You look vaguely familiar. Have we met?”
“I think I would remember you.” She inched closer to the door, keeping her options open.
“Me too. There’s just something about your face.” He matched her steps as they circled each other. “You are an angel though, aren’t you? A part at least.” His eyes widened. “A nephilim.”
Faith swallowed and tightened the grip on her blade. “You know what I am. What are you?”
“You can’t tell?” He held his arms out.
“I don’t sense anything from you, not even human.”
“Try again.” He stilled his movements and locked eyes with her.
She did and she could sense it now, like a slap in the face. “You’re a demon.” She was planning the attack when she noticed more. “Half demon?”
“Half human. Kind of like yourself in reverse.” He looked at her angel blade and smiled wider. “You can try and kill me if you want. You’re probably the one creature on this earth that would be strong enough to do it. Or, you can put it down and we can talk.”
She considered her options. She wanted to kill him. He was a demon, but her curiosity was piqued by meeting another hybrid like herself. She lowered her blade but kept her distance.
“What’s your name?”
“Faith.”
“Really?” He raised a brow and shook his head when Faith nodded. “My name is Jesse Turner.”
“What are you doing here? Why are you killing these demons?”
He shrugged. “Why does it matter to you? I was helping you by the looks of it.”
“I don’t want your help. I intended to get some information from them before they died. Now I have to go find more. Thanks so much.” She put her blade back in her jacket and turned to leave.
Jesse followed her. “I didn’t know. What do you need to know? I might be able to help.”
“For your sake, I hope not.” If this Jesse guy was involved with Abaddon, Faith would definitely kill him.
“What is it?” Jesse grabbed her arm to stop her.
Faith reacted quickly and pulled her arm free and shoved Jesse away hard enough to make him backpedal ungracefully. “Don’t touch me.”
Jesse raised his hands in surrender. “Fine, sorry. What do you want to know?”
“I need to find someone.”
“You can’t find them yourself?”
“Not without tipping her off. I’m hoping some of her lackeys will tell me where I might find her so I can kill the bitch.”
“Wow, not kidding around are you?”
“No, it’s very personal.”
“Why? What’d she do?”
Faith’s lip twitched as fury filled her chest as the memory two years of hunting couldn’t bury played itself out in her mind. “She killed my father in front of me.”
Jesse nodded in understanding. “I’m sorry. I know how hard it is to lose a parent. I wasn’t much younger than you when I lost both my parents. I mean, they didn’t die, but I had to leave them behind and go off on my own.”
“How old were you when you did that?”
“Twelve. That was when I found out what I was and what I could do. The only way to keep my parents safe was to leave them.”
“You didn’t know you were half demon until you were twelve?”
Jesse shook his head. “Not until I started killing people without even knowing I was doing it. A couple hunters came to my house and figured it out. They were trying to take me away after this dick angel tried to kill me. Then, my birth mother showed up possessed by my father and tried to take me too. It was all very overwhelming.”
Faith was starting to remember hearing something her parents had talked about a while back. “Who were the hunters that came for you?”
“Uh,” Jesse thought back to that day almost eighteen years past, “two guys, brothers. One was ridiculously tall and the other one,” he looked at Faith and tilted his head again, “kinda looked like you.”
Faith closed her eyes in realization. “And the angel that tried to kill you, what did he look like?”
Jessed shrugged. “Average. Wore a suit and trench coat I think.”
Faith laughed. “I didn’t tell you. My name is Faith Winchester. My dad was one of the hunters that came for you.”
“You must be joking.” Faith shook her head. “So, what angel did your dad hook up with?”
Faith smiled and shook her head again. “I wasn’t a typical child. The angel that tried to kill you was my other father.”
Jesse narrowed his eyes. “How did that work?”
“It’s a really long story. Basically, Castiel’s grace is in me and Dean is my father.”
“Which parent died then?”
“Castiel.”
Jesse nodded. He couldn’t say he wasn’t happy. The guy did try to kill him. “Sorry you had to go through that. What’s this demon’s name? I might know her.”
“Abaddon.”
“Hmm,” Jessed nodded slowly, “that name sounds familiar. I might be able to help you with her.”
“Can you tell me where she is?”
“Not right at the moment.”
Faith turned away and walked towards the door. “Then you’re no help to me.” She still wasn’t sure whether to trust this guy or not.
“I could be.” Jesse followed. “I could probably find her for you.”
“I can’t sense her. Why would you have any more luck than me?” She didn’t slow her steps to the door outside.
“Give me a chance.”
“All you’ve done so far was kill all the leads I had.” She was leading him away from the building. “How do I know you won’t lead me to her so she can kill me?”
“I would never!” He would’ve convinced her more if he wasn’t smiling when he said it. “Look,” he grabbed Faith’s arm to stop her, “I get that you don’t trust me. I know I’m a demon, but I’m human too. I was raised as a human and lived among humans my whole life. Why do you think I was here in the first place? I was killing the demons.”
Faith could tell he wasn’t lying about it, but so was too wary to trust him that quick. “Well, thanks for the help. I need to go find more of them now and you’re not coming with me.”
“You sure? I’d love to see your dad again.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant by that or if it would be a good idea to bring him to the bunker. “I should probably talk to him first. He’s not big on bringing strangers or demons back home.”
“I’m not a stranger.” He gave her a charming smile.
“Yes you are. Goodbye, Jesse.” She flew back to the bunker before he could try to convince her to bring him with her. She braced herself for the scolding from Dean as she walked to the entryway of the bunker. “Dad?”
Dean came out of the kitchen with his phone in hand and a sour look on his face. “Faith, what did I say…”
“Dad, before you start,” she cut him off with her hands outstretched in surrender, “I’m sorry. I’m okay. I went to Michigan to track down some demons for information on Abaddon.”
“Yeah, I know. You need to learn to erase your browser history.” He dropped his phone on the table map as he walked closer to her. “So?”
“I couldn’t ask them much. Someone showed up and killed them all for me.”
“What?”
“Do you remember a kid named Jesse Turner?”
The name rang a bell but Dean couldn’t place it. He tried to think back. Faith could see him thinking hard.
“It would’ve been a lot time ago. You, Sam, and Pop tracked him down. He was half demon.”
It clicked then. “Oh, Jesse, yeah I remember now. He was maybe twelve? We were gonna bring him back to Bobby’s and try to train him to control his powers but he disappeared.”
“He was there. I couldn’t sense him and I don’t think he could sense me either. He didn’t try to hurt me, but he really wanted to come back here and see you.”
Dean didn’t like the sound of that. He had been a good kid back when he met him, but he’d been off the radar since then and God only knows what he’s really been doing for those years. He was meant to be a powerful weapon against Heaven and who was to say that wasn’t what he was.
“Faith, listen to me. Do not trust that guy. He’s got a long time he can’t account for, none that he can prove anyway, and he’s part demon. With Abaddon having a price out for you right now, how do we know he’s not working for her?”
“I know, Dad, that’s why I didn’t bring him back here. But he was telling the truth about you guys? You found him and Pop tried to kill him?” She had hoped maybe he had lied about that part.
“Yeah,” Dean huffed a short laugh, “Cas was a good soldier back then and Jesse was meant to be used to destroy all the angels. He has the power to wipe them out. Which is why you need to stay away from him. Promise me you won’t look for him or work with him, at least not alone.”
“I promise.” She did mean it for the most part, but she was curious about Jesse. He was the only other thing on the earth that was like her. He could be the one person that could understand what it’s like to be human and supernatural, and that made her want to see him again. She would let it rest for now, but if they crossed paths again, Faith may not run away so fast.
It had been about a week since Faith had met Jesse when she ran into him again. She was tracking a pack of demons in Nebraska while Dean worked a smaller case nearby. He hadn’t known exactly everything she as doing, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. She was close to getting into their base when a voice behind her made her jump.
“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you.”
Faith jumped and knocked Jesse against the head as she flipped around in alarm. “Dammit, don’t do that!”
“Jeez.” He rubbed his temple as pain pounded through his head. “Was that necessary?”
“Yes. What are you doing here? How did you find me?”
“I just had to keep an eye out on the big groups of demons and I knew you would show up eventually.” He gave her a toothy smile and took a step around her. “Is your dad here?”
“No, and why are you so eager to see him?” The alarm in her head told her to leave but she just turned to face him.
“Just curious what he’s like now.” Jesse shrugged and frowned. “He lets you hunt alone at your age?”
“Not exactly.” She looked down at her feet.
“Oh, I see.” He chuckled. “You’re out breaking Daddy’s rules.”
“I can take care of myself.” She looked up defiantly.
“I’m sure you can. He doesn’t understand what it’s like to be like us.” Jesse’s face softened and he moved closer to her. “He doesn’t know what it’s like to have so much power but to feel like you can’t use it.” He reached out and touched her arm. “I do.”
The alarm went off louder and she slowly stepped back and out of his reach. “My dad told me not to get too close to you. Neither one of us is sure if you can be trusted.”
Jesse gave a small and looked away with a sigh. “He sounds like a smart man. But, you don’t always do what he says. You don’t need to be afraid of me.”
“I don’t know that. I can’t risk it. My experience with demons hasn’t been good.”
“I’m not just a demon.” He crossed his arms. “You know, you’re not the only one being hunted by demons. You think it’s easy to hunt down and kill others considered to be your kind? My own reputation is being made and the higher ups are taking notice.”
“You want me to feel sorry for you?”
“No, just understand that we’re not that different. Abaddon has heard of me now and I’m getting worried that she might try to take me.”
The worry was clear in his voice, but Faith was still wary to trust him. “Why would she want you and not just kill you?”
“Because she’s not stupid. She’ll do what the others wanted to do to me when I was a kid. She’ll twist me and turn me into a weapon, her weapon.”
“Okay, what do you want me to do about that?”
“Let me help you find her. We can help each other eliminate a common enemy. I’m not the enemy, Faith. I can help you.”
It was tempting. She wanted help that didn’t put her dad in the line of fire. She still wasn’t sure if this was a good idea, and she didn’t want her dad to be disappointed in her. She didn’t want to cause trouble, but she didn’t want Jesse to leave either.
“How would we do this?” She hoped she wasn’t making a mistake.
next
Rating: PG-13
Pairing and Characters: Dean, Faith
Spoilers/Warnings: none I can think of
Word Count: ~3,600 (this chapter)
Summary: This is a sequel to "Like To Stay in Heaven..." you don't have to read that first to start this, but it would help a lot. That masterpost is here. You do need to read the prologue which is here. This starts two months after the end of my version of season 7.
This chapter: Two years after the last chapter. Faith goes against Dean’s orders and tries to find Abaddon alone, which makes her cross paths with someone from her parents’ past.
Notes: I have finally finished this and will be putting up all the chapters soon. By Sunday night, the whole story will be up. I’m sorry it took so long, but my new job has been sucking up all my free time.
Previous
The next two years were hard for the Winchesters. Faith was becoming angrier every time Abaddon got away from them and Dean was trying to find different ways to get through to his daughter.
Kevin had translated all of the angel tablet and it was obvious how much of a threat it would be if Abaddon ever got her hands on it or the information. There were spells that could make angels powerless or cast them all from Heaven and even ways to enslave them. Unfortunately, some of these things required the heart of a nephilim.
“Faith, you can’t do that!” Dean was scolding her for what felt like the hundredth time this week.
“I can do this, Dad! I’m fifteen!”
“You cannot go on hunts alone. Especially with Abaddon out there with more numbers than Crowley ever had behind him, and aiming specifically for you.”
“I can handle Abaddon. With my powers, I could kill her.” Her need to avenge Cas hadn’t lessened over the years and it was making her hungry for a fight anywhere she could get it.
“Without being smart, she’ll kill you.”
“I’m an angel, Dad.”
“No, you’re not.” Dean tried to calm his voice. It was easier to get through to her when he wasn’t shouting. “That’s my point. You’re part human too and that makes you a prize to anyone who can get their hands on you.”
“I’m stronger than they are and faster.”
“Really? Is that why you’ve been shot and restrained by them?” Dean hated saying it, especially with the look Faith gave him, but he had to if he wanted her to listen. “Abaddon isn’t some dumbass lemming, okay? She’s a knight of Hell and smarter than any other demon we’ve gone against.”
“Fine. Then how about I just take them all down.” She crossed her arms and raised her brows at him.
“No, you’re not doing the trials either.”
“Why not?!” Dean and Cas had told her about the trials to close the gates of Hell and how she was the one who could do it and live years ago, but they hadn’t told her how yet. “It would solve all our problems. Avenge Pop. Isn’t that what you want?”
“Of course it is. You think I don’t feel as awful as you do about letting Abaddon run around free?” There were still mornings when Dean would wake up and forget that Cas wouldn’t be there when he rolled over. It was a fresh Hell every time.
“Then let me fix it.”
“No, you’re not old enough.”
“I won’t die, Dad. That’s why I can do it, right? I’m the one who won’t die completing them.”
“Supposedly. When Abaddon realizes what you’re doing, she’ll do everything she can to stop you.”
“You think that’ll change when I’m a little older? She’ll come after me either way.”
“Faith, you’re not doing it and you’re not hunting alone anymore.” Dean turned away from her to signal the end of the discussion.
Faith lowered her voice, but not enough for Dean not to hear her. “You can’t keep me here.”
Dean turned to her quickly. “I sure as hell can and I will if you make me.” Faith glared at him. Dean hated being like this, but he couldn’t lose her too. If anything happened to her, he couldn’t live with himself.
“I’d like to see you try.” She walked away from him slowly before turning away and heading to her room with a slam of the door.
Dean sighed and ran a hand over his forehead. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could do this with her. If she was driven enough, she would do whatever she wanted and Dean couldn’t stop her. He decided to give it a rest for now.
Dean had made dinner and was turning off all the appliances in the kitchen a few hours later. “Faith!” He had hoped she would have cooled off by now and he could talk to her. He didn’t hear her door. “Faith!”
He walked out of the kitchen and down the hall towards her room. “Faith, dinner’s ready.” There was still no response. His gut twisted in worry and he ran to her door. “Faith.” He knocked. “Are you in there?”
It was completely silent and Dean felt like kicking himself. He opened her door and found an empty room. “Son of a bitch!” He was about to leave when he saw her computer open. He went to her desk and opened her browser. She was smart enough not to leave her research open but she hadn’t cleared her history and Dean found the articles about demonic omens in Michigan.
“Dammit!” Dean closed her laptop and stood to leave. Fear and anger ran through him as he took out his phone. He didn’t think she would really answer, but he had to try.
Faith felt her phone vibrate in her pocket but she ignored it. She knew who it was and she was busy. Demonic omens were all over a small town in Michigan and she wanted to interrogate them about Abaddon’s whereabouts.
She had her angel blade in hand as she moved around the corner of the hall where the demons were gathering. They were talking loudly about the latest kills they had made and bodies they had taken for vessels. The building had no binding so she planned to use her powers, except she didn’t want to kill all of them.
Faith closed her eyes and focused on the demons. She could sense four of them in the next room and at least four more farther away. She took a deep breath and stepped into the room.
It took a few seconds for one of the demons to notice her. She smiled. “Hi, hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
They all moved at once in her direction. Her eyes lit up blue and with a wave of her hand, the two weakest demons died and fell to the floor.
The two remaining demons jumped at her. She slashed her blade as she spun in place, slicing both of them. She knocked one away with a kick and took a punch from the other.
They fought, kicked, and shouted until she killed one of them and had the other on his back. She used her grace to keep him in place as she perched above him with her blade poised to strike.
“Now, you’re gonna tell me about Abaddon.”
The demon laughed. “Am I? What will you do, kill me?”
She smiled cruelly. “You’ll wish.” She kept her senses up to make sure the other demons didn’t come running yet. “Where is she?”
Faith spent the next ten minutes trying to get information from the demon and got nothing. She was about to try a more in depth tactic when she heard shouting from the other room. The demon looked worried.
She tried to sense what was going on but all she got was that the demons were dying, fast. She couldn’t sense what was killing them. The demon under her tried to push her off. She sank her blade into his heart before standing and moving off to find out what was going on.
Faith barely made it back to her feet when a figure blocked the doorway. She hadn’t sensed him coming and that scared her. He was about as tall as Dean and he seemed just as surprised to see her as she was to see him. He looked around late twenties with short dark brown hair and round pale blue eyes.
Faith couldn’t sense anything from him and that freaked her out enough to raise her blade in a defensive stance. The man eyed her over quickly before tilting his head slightly.
“You’re not a demon.” There was a slight accent to his voice that Faith tried to place. There was something off about his but she didn’t catch it before he spoke again. “I want to say angel, but that’s not quite it either.”
“Who are you?” The accent was faintly Australian. The man squinted and stepped through the doorway slowly.
“How old are you, kid?” He glanced at the dead demon on the floor and then back to her blade.
“None of your business.” She moved back to keep herself close to the wall. “What are you?”
He smiled in amusement. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I would’ve already if I wanted to.”
“You’ll forgive me if I don’t buy that.”
“You look vaguely familiar. Have we met?”
“I think I would remember you.” She inched closer to the door, keeping her options open.
“Me too. There’s just something about your face.” He matched her steps as they circled each other. “You are an angel though, aren’t you? A part at least.” His eyes widened. “A nephilim.”
Faith swallowed and tightened the grip on her blade. “You know what I am. What are you?”
“You can’t tell?” He held his arms out.
“I don’t sense anything from you, not even human.”
“Try again.” He stilled his movements and locked eyes with her.
She did and she could sense it now, like a slap in the face. “You’re a demon.” She was planning the attack when she noticed more. “Half demon?”
“Half human. Kind of like yourself in reverse.” He looked at her angel blade and smiled wider. “You can try and kill me if you want. You’re probably the one creature on this earth that would be strong enough to do it. Or, you can put it down and we can talk.”
She considered her options. She wanted to kill him. He was a demon, but her curiosity was piqued by meeting another hybrid like herself. She lowered her blade but kept her distance.
“What’s your name?”
“Faith.”
“Really?” He raised a brow and shook his head when Faith nodded. “My name is Jesse Turner.”
“What are you doing here? Why are you killing these demons?”
He shrugged. “Why does it matter to you? I was helping you by the looks of it.”
“I don’t want your help. I intended to get some information from them before they died. Now I have to go find more. Thanks so much.” She put her blade back in her jacket and turned to leave.
Jesse followed her. “I didn’t know. What do you need to know? I might be able to help.”
“For your sake, I hope not.” If this Jesse guy was involved with Abaddon, Faith would definitely kill him.
“What is it?” Jesse grabbed her arm to stop her.
Faith reacted quickly and pulled her arm free and shoved Jesse away hard enough to make him backpedal ungracefully. “Don’t touch me.”
Jesse raised his hands in surrender. “Fine, sorry. What do you want to know?”
“I need to find someone.”
“You can’t find them yourself?”
“Not without tipping her off. I’m hoping some of her lackeys will tell me where I might find her so I can kill the bitch.”
“Wow, not kidding around are you?”
“No, it’s very personal.”
“Why? What’d she do?”
Faith’s lip twitched as fury filled her chest as the memory two years of hunting couldn’t bury played itself out in her mind. “She killed my father in front of me.”
Jesse nodded in understanding. “I’m sorry. I know how hard it is to lose a parent. I wasn’t much younger than you when I lost both my parents. I mean, they didn’t die, but I had to leave them behind and go off on my own.”
“How old were you when you did that?”
“Twelve. That was when I found out what I was and what I could do. The only way to keep my parents safe was to leave them.”
“You didn’t know you were half demon until you were twelve?”
Jesse shook his head. “Not until I started killing people without even knowing I was doing it. A couple hunters came to my house and figured it out. They were trying to take me away after this dick angel tried to kill me. Then, my birth mother showed up possessed by my father and tried to take me too. It was all very overwhelming.”
Faith was starting to remember hearing something her parents had talked about a while back. “Who were the hunters that came for you?”
“Uh,” Jesse thought back to that day almost eighteen years past, “two guys, brothers. One was ridiculously tall and the other one,” he looked at Faith and tilted his head again, “kinda looked like you.”
Faith closed her eyes in realization. “And the angel that tried to kill you, what did he look like?”
Jessed shrugged. “Average. Wore a suit and trench coat I think.”
Faith laughed. “I didn’t tell you. My name is Faith Winchester. My dad was one of the hunters that came for you.”
“You must be joking.” Faith shook her head. “So, what angel did your dad hook up with?”
Faith smiled and shook her head again. “I wasn’t a typical child. The angel that tried to kill you was my other father.”
Jesse narrowed his eyes. “How did that work?”
“It’s a really long story. Basically, Castiel’s grace is in me and Dean is my father.”
“Which parent died then?”
“Castiel.”
Jesse nodded. He couldn’t say he wasn’t happy. The guy did try to kill him. “Sorry you had to go through that. What’s this demon’s name? I might know her.”
“Abaddon.”
“Hmm,” Jessed nodded slowly, “that name sounds familiar. I might be able to help you with her.”
“Can you tell me where she is?”
“Not right at the moment.”
Faith turned away and walked towards the door. “Then you’re no help to me.” She still wasn’t sure whether to trust this guy or not.
“I could be.” Jesse followed. “I could probably find her for you.”
“I can’t sense her. Why would you have any more luck than me?” She didn’t slow her steps to the door outside.
“Give me a chance.”
“All you’ve done so far was kill all the leads I had.” She was leading him away from the building. “How do I know you won’t lead me to her so she can kill me?”
“I would never!” He would’ve convinced her more if he wasn’t smiling when he said it. “Look,” he grabbed Faith’s arm to stop her, “I get that you don’t trust me. I know I’m a demon, but I’m human too. I was raised as a human and lived among humans my whole life. Why do you think I was here in the first place? I was killing the demons.”
Faith could tell he wasn’t lying about it, but so was too wary to trust him that quick. “Well, thanks for the help. I need to go find more of them now and you’re not coming with me.”
“You sure? I’d love to see your dad again.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant by that or if it would be a good idea to bring him to the bunker. “I should probably talk to him first. He’s not big on bringing strangers or demons back home.”
“I’m not a stranger.” He gave her a charming smile.
“Yes you are. Goodbye, Jesse.” She flew back to the bunker before he could try to convince her to bring him with her. She braced herself for the scolding from Dean as she walked to the entryway of the bunker. “Dad?”
Dean came out of the kitchen with his phone in hand and a sour look on his face. “Faith, what did I say…”
“Dad, before you start,” she cut him off with her hands outstretched in surrender, “I’m sorry. I’m okay. I went to Michigan to track down some demons for information on Abaddon.”
“Yeah, I know. You need to learn to erase your browser history.” He dropped his phone on the table map as he walked closer to her. “So?”
“I couldn’t ask them much. Someone showed up and killed them all for me.”
“What?”
“Do you remember a kid named Jesse Turner?”
The name rang a bell but Dean couldn’t place it. He tried to think back. Faith could see him thinking hard.
“It would’ve been a lot time ago. You, Sam, and Pop tracked him down. He was half demon.”
It clicked then. “Oh, Jesse, yeah I remember now. He was maybe twelve? We were gonna bring him back to Bobby’s and try to train him to control his powers but he disappeared.”
“He was there. I couldn’t sense him and I don’t think he could sense me either. He didn’t try to hurt me, but he really wanted to come back here and see you.”
Dean didn’t like the sound of that. He had been a good kid back when he met him, but he’d been off the radar since then and God only knows what he’s really been doing for those years. He was meant to be a powerful weapon against Heaven and who was to say that wasn’t what he was.
“Faith, listen to me. Do not trust that guy. He’s got a long time he can’t account for, none that he can prove anyway, and he’s part demon. With Abaddon having a price out for you right now, how do we know he’s not working for her?”
“I know, Dad, that’s why I didn’t bring him back here. But he was telling the truth about you guys? You found him and Pop tried to kill him?” She had hoped maybe he had lied about that part.
“Yeah,” Dean huffed a short laugh, “Cas was a good soldier back then and Jesse was meant to be used to destroy all the angels. He has the power to wipe them out. Which is why you need to stay away from him. Promise me you won’t look for him or work with him, at least not alone.”
“I promise.” She did mean it for the most part, but she was curious about Jesse. He was the only other thing on the earth that was like her. He could be the one person that could understand what it’s like to be human and supernatural, and that made her want to see him again. She would let it rest for now, but if they crossed paths again, Faith may not run away so fast.
It had been about a week since Faith had met Jesse when she ran into him again. She was tracking a pack of demons in Nebraska while Dean worked a smaller case nearby. He hadn’t known exactly everything she as doing, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. She was close to getting into their base when a voice behind her made her jump.
“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you.”
Faith jumped and knocked Jesse against the head as she flipped around in alarm. “Dammit, don’t do that!”
“Jeez.” He rubbed his temple as pain pounded through his head. “Was that necessary?”
“Yes. What are you doing here? How did you find me?”
“I just had to keep an eye out on the big groups of demons and I knew you would show up eventually.” He gave her a toothy smile and took a step around her. “Is your dad here?”
“No, and why are you so eager to see him?” The alarm in her head told her to leave but she just turned to face him.
“Just curious what he’s like now.” Jesse shrugged and frowned. “He lets you hunt alone at your age?”
“Not exactly.” She looked down at her feet.
“Oh, I see.” He chuckled. “You’re out breaking Daddy’s rules.”
“I can take care of myself.” She looked up defiantly.
“I’m sure you can. He doesn’t understand what it’s like to be like us.” Jesse’s face softened and he moved closer to her. “He doesn’t know what it’s like to have so much power but to feel like you can’t use it.” He reached out and touched her arm. “I do.”
The alarm went off louder and she slowly stepped back and out of his reach. “My dad told me not to get too close to you. Neither one of us is sure if you can be trusted.”
Jesse gave a small and looked away with a sigh. “He sounds like a smart man. But, you don’t always do what he says. You don’t need to be afraid of me.”
“I don’t know that. I can’t risk it. My experience with demons hasn’t been good.”
“I’m not just a demon.” He crossed his arms. “You know, you’re not the only one being hunted by demons. You think it’s easy to hunt down and kill others considered to be your kind? My own reputation is being made and the higher ups are taking notice.”
“You want me to feel sorry for you?”
“No, just understand that we’re not that different. Abaddon has heard of me now and I’m getting worried that she might try to take me.”
The worry was clear in his voice, but Faith was still wary to trust him. “Why would she want you and not just kill you?”
“Because she’s not stupid. She’ll do what the others wanted to do to me when I was a kid. She’ll twist me and turn me into a weapon, her weapon.”
“Okay, what do you want me to do about that?”
“Let me help you find her. We can help each other eliminate a common enemy. I’m not the enemy, Faith. I can help you.”
It was tempting. She wanted help that didn’t put her dad in the line of fire. She still wasn’t sure if this was a good idea, and she didn’t want her dad to be disappointed in her. She didn’t want to cause trouble, but she didn’t want Jesse to leave either.
“How would we do this?” She hoped she wasn’t making a mistake.
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