Angelology

Chapter Two : She isn't going to stay

Delilah was getting used too quickly to her new name. To her, it was the most beautiful way of calling a girl. Delilah, the name, meant she was flirty and vain. It meant she had the key, too. But she couldn't figure out what key she held. If she held any.

Thirty minutes in a taxi, an awkward silence. The driver sang some spanish song, Sam was expressionless, looking outside the car's window. Dean played with Delilah's iPod, and Delilah browsed the internet through her phone. They finally reached Delilah's house. She opened the door, and threw her school uniform on the ground. She changed into a comfortable t-shirt and a pair of red jeans. And rule number one, on her handbook of a relax day at home, no shoes. Sam and Dean followed her to her bedroom. 

"What should I bring with me?" she asked not knowing which things to choose. 

"Whatever that can fit here," Sam said with no emotion at all. He gave her two bags, one was black and the other was military green. She went to the closet and picked up all the clothes she could, which wasn't hard: she didn't had a lot. But she was going to buy more, with the savings she had, which were the next thing she packed along with her shoes, accesories and messanger bags. Delilah felt her eyes water up a little, as she saw how empty the closet was getting. Dean gave her permission to take with her family albums and a folder with her birth certificate, Social Security number and other stuff which were all fake.  

"Harry Potter? Seriously?" said Dean while grabbing the eight movie pack and the seven books Delilah threw on the bag. 

"Yeah, Dean, seriously. One day I'll tell you my story with Harry James Potter and how he helped me to control and, finally, manage to stop being depressed," she said seriously and grabbed the books and the movies from her brother's hands and threw them in the bag again, "but for now, don't remove anything from the bag or I'll get confused."

He nodded and looked at Sam who smiled at him weakly and turned his back at him, helping Delilah close the clothe's bag. 

"Now, this is the last thing," she said as she took an orange messanger bag with blue, yellow and red stripes, "and I'm ready."

"What is inside there?" Dean asked looking at the bag, as if it was going to bite him.

"That, dear brother, holds my most precious items yet," she opened it and revelaled the contents, "my laptop, my camera, my other iPods, and some letters."

"Awesome," Dean told her sarcastically and she grinned at him.

"So, guys, do you want something to eat? I could cook you some food before leaving, and leave food ready for my parents, along with the letter."

"Letter?" Sam asked.

"Obviously, they have to know what happened with their daughter."

"No," Dean told her sadly, "you can't. They can't know you left with us, that would put them in danger and is something we can't afford."

"So basically you are telling me, I can't leave my parents a message thanking them and telling them that I love them, and that they don't have to worry because I'll be with my real family?"

Dean's eyes opened wide open and almost scared. He thought she was going to hit him in no time. He managed to nod and look at her as her eyes watered up a little.

"Delilah, don't, don't cry," Sam said and sat at Delilah's bed with her, "maybe if you stay..."

"Sam," Dean said serious, if his eyes could kill, Sam would have probably died in that instant.  

"...I just don't think is a good idea she leaves with us! Do you know how much in trouble we are? We are not dealing with wendigos or vampires only anymore. This is more dangerous than she can expect and she has to be aware."

"You know what? Stop it! just stop, shut the hell up!" Delilah screamed at Sam, "Do you guys want something to eat?"

"You know how to cook?" Dean asked surprised and happy. Cooking meant food, obviously, and who would be more pleased by that than Dean Winchester? How he even manages to have the well-built body? The world may never know.

"Yes," she answered and when they both nodded she smiled weakly, "good. Then follow me to the kitchen, 'gentleman'." She said sarcastically and walked away. Dean bumped into Sam and continued his way while Sam looked at Delilah's room and closed the door.

Why she couldn't understand? He was trying to protect her. What they were going to see, no words could describe it. He wanted to keep her safe. 

Delilah cooked rice with red beans and stuffed chicken breast. Dean served himself three times. Delilah felt the awkwardness on Sam's attitudes so she broke the silence:

"I understand, Sam, you want to keep me safe. I understand I'll see things that no amount of information can prepare me for. But, if you ask me why I want to leave with you, I just don't know. I am happy here. And I could be death in a week if I leave. But it'll happen if I stay too. I don't control it. Just, let's try it. If I am not made for this, if you can't stand my presence then fine, I'll take a plane ticket right back and leave you two alone. But I've got to face it, I can't imagine waking up tomorrow without seeing Dean's mouth full of breakfast. You can say is "The blood call," I don't know why, but I just have to leave with you. I won't stay." she said calmly but emphasized every single word at the end. 

"I'm sorry, I know."

"Don't sorry. Now, tell me how's the chicken?" she asked.

"Awesome!" Dean answered instead of Sam, with his mouth full of a mix of rice, beans and chicken, plus some Pepsi. Delilah laughed at how ridiculously good looking her brother was, and how he managed to look like a five year old having fun in a party.

Delilah cleaned the dishes, while Sam called for a taxi and Dean ate the last piece of chicken left. He looked at his sister, wondering what was she thinking of. 

She took two clean dishes and served rice, beans and chicken on them. She gently placed them on the dinning table, with a fork and a knife, and a bottle of champagne in an ice filled little container. 

"If you still want to leave the note, I was thinking, you could write one that doesn't leave them in danger," Dean said sweetly, when Sam entered through the door saying the taxi was already there. Delilah nodded and took a brilliant dark pink paper and wrote on it. She placed it next to the container with the champagne.

"Mom, Dad:

Thanks for everything. All the thanksgivings, all the Christmas' days, all my birthdays and every single day you watched out for me. I love you. Take care.

-Xiomara."

Delilah closed the door. On their way to the airport, at the freeway, she threw her copy of her house's key. She managed to keep the tears in her eyes from falling. She was anxious, and totally nervous but Dean, and even Sam, gave her comforting smiles.