When Dean returned, he opened the door of the motel room and walked inside. Placing a bag down on my bed, I opened it to find a random selection of clothing and shoes. I smiled. "Thank you."
There was a gust of wind before the man in the trenchcoat from earlier appeared.
I gasped and instantly backed away from him.
"It's okay, it's okay." Dean reassured. "It's just Cas. He won't hurt you." He glanced at me, then Sam and Cas. "Why don't we talk about this over dinner, I'm starving."
In the diner, Dean was busy stuffing his face with a burger, while Sam was searching the web on his laptop.
"Found anything?" Asked Dean, with his mouth full.
"Not yet." Sam answered. "I don't understand it, how do you have powers in the first place? You can't be a special child, you're too young."
"Special child?" I furrowed an eyebrow.
"Long story." Stated Dean.
"She's not a special child." Added the man who Dean and Sam were referring to as Cas. "Adalynn just has power. I don't know how, but all I know is she was just born with it." He turned to me. "Currently, the power inside you is out of your control. Instead, it will reflect your emotions like it did earlier."
"So what, when she's angry, she just Hulk's out?" Asked Dean.
"I don't understand that reference, but her strength does heighten in moments of frustration and anger. Other emotions that will effect her powers vary, but I will warn you, the power does have its negatives."
"What kind of negatives?" I asked, not liking the sound of that.
"When you're sad, you will feel weaker. The emotions you will experience are twice as powerful as those of a typical humans. You will feel like you've hit rock bottom, and you will almost certainly feel suicidal." He stated before turning to Sam and Dean. "You must take care of her while I track down the demons who did this."
They both nodded in unison.
The man in the trenchcoat poofed off.
Sat there, in a state of shock for a few seconds, I didn't say a word.
Back in the motel later that night, I wrapped my sort wrist up with a short strip of bandage. I used a safety pin to secure it in place. Taking off my shirt, I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom to assess the bruising. My stomach was blackened in parts from where the kicks mostly hit. A small amount of dried blood was scattered around the cuts.
There was a knock at the door. "Sappho." It was Sam.
"Won't be a minute." I answered before putting my plaid shirt back on and opening the door to the youngest Winchester brother who had a smile on his face. "Good news?" I asked.
"Hopefully. We've got some leads on the demon who took your brother." He stated.
"Sam, answer me truthfully." I began softly. "How much of a chance is there that Daniel is still alive?"
"I don't know, but you just need to believe that he is. If Daniel is alive out there, you can't loose hope in him now."