Halfbreed: Destiel's Daughter

Eleanor is no ordinary teenager. First, she's a Winchester, that should say it all. But there's so much more... She's been killing the supernatural her whole life, and by 17 years old, she thinks she knows everything, except, she still doesn't know that angels exist. Funny, considering that one of her fathers is Castiel, an angel of the Lord...


14. Torture

Eleanor's Pov.

Maybe my family could help me. Maybe I was wrong to be running from them. I mean, Dad is a demon, and Pa is an angel, so they at least knew some of what I can do and how I do it. I'm sure if I just explain to them what I want, how I want things to happen, they'd understand.

Pick a person. Dad's image popped into my head. I thought as hard as I could about Dad, harder and harder, my eyes squeezed shut, until the air around me changed. It became cooler, and I could smell moldy wood and..... blood.

My eyes fluttered open, and I was standing in Dad and Sam's old home, the one I met Crowley in. Dad was there, he was concentrating. Crowley sat in front of him. I jumped slightly as I took in their demon forms. I could get used to Dad's...

Crowley cried out in pain, it was his blood I could smell. Dad was hurting him. I looked a little closer. Dad's hands were covered in blood, and he had some instruments, bloody instruments, lying on the ground next to him. Along with some salt and holy water. My dad was torturing Crowley.

Crowley saw me then, as the horror set in. The fear doubled, tripled. I'd never seen my dad do something like that, but from what I saw, he knew what he was doing. Crowley just smiled at me for a minute, as Dad went on, oblivious.

“What the fuck are you grinning about?!” Dad exclaimed. Crowley laughed, it was the laugh of the bad guy who had won. It made my skin crawl, but at the moment all I could think about was my dad. How much he hid from me.

“Little Ellie has been admiring you as you work.” Crowley finally said. Dad stiffened for a second, then turned to face me. I felt my eyes widen, I'd forgotten how scary he really looked. His expression was mortified, I could see that even in the demon face. I quickly put more distance between us, backing against the cracked wall. His fore arms and the front of his clothing was covered in blood.

“Eleanor. I- Let me explain.” Dad began. I shook my head, unable to find words. I shut my eyes as tight as I could. Dad was saying something but I was ignoring him. Pa. Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa. I thought about Pa, I concentrated as hard as I ever had, and then the smell of mold and blood was gone. And light filled my eyes when I opened them. Sam and Pa were sitting just outside the house, waiting for Dad. I ran to my Pa, jumping into his arms. I imagined his powerful wings carrying me away, to a place I could have a normal life, with two fathers who were human...

“Eleanor! What happened?!” Pa exclaimed.

“Dad- Crowley-” I got only those two words, and a weak whimper to leave my lips before I began to cry. A few minutes passed, Pa and Sam tried to sooth me, but nothing could take that image out of my head. Nothing could help me unsee my Dad torturing a man, and liking it. The door creaked as it opened behind us. I shut my eyes, and pressed my face harder against Pa's chest. I felt him turn to look at Dad.

“I let him go.” Dad mumbled.

“What? Why?” Sam demanded. Dad didn't answer, at least, not out loud. A minute passed, a slow, silent minute.

“Eleanor. I'm not the bad guy. I know that's what it looks like, and I do some things, some not so good things, but I'm not bad.” Dad said behind me, he didn't try to come closer, didn't try to make me look at him. His words made me relax a bit. I was turning everything over in my head, when I suddenly felt a poke. A few small pinches in my head. It was Pa, he was reading my mind, and I could feel it.

“Stop reading my thoughts, Pa.” I muttered. The prodding stopped abruptly.

“I- How...? Sorry, sweetie...” He stumbled over his words. I allowed myself to hear the thoughts around me, I heard all three men at once.

Holy shit she's more powerful than we thought... - Sam. God damn, that's my girl. - Dad. How the hell did she know... -Pa.

“I could feel you poking around in my head. That's how I knew. I know you're wondering because I can hear you thinking right now, and Dad, and Sam. But I'm trying to stop.” I explained.

“You'll learn how to control everything, don't worry.” Pa murmured, squeezing me a little tighter. I only nodded.

Coming back to them was wrong, it was a bad decision. So I left, in that moment I decided I didn't want to be there anymore, so I thought of a motel we stayed at when I was little. I think I was ten, and I remembered it because it was the fanciest one we ever stayed at.

It had a pool out back and a swing set and a free breakfast buffet from six to nine. I couldn't decide what I liked more when we stayed there, the pool or the free food. I went there, I popped up beside the pool, then walked around front to get myself a room...

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