Destiel's Songs:

Chapter Two: Late Nights, and Sigils, and Dr. Sexy, Oh My!

It was late at night when Bobby woke. It wasn't that weird to find the old salvage yard owner wondering around his house at odd hours. It was the life of a hunter. Though it didn't seem like he was the only one who was up and about this night.

Bobby could hear soft words being sung from his porch. The closer he got, the clearer the words got.

"So I bare my skin, and I count my sins, and I close my eyes, and I take it in." The voice sang softly. "I'm bleeding out."

Bobby creaked open his door, to find no one out there, but the voice was clearer.

"I'm bleeding out for you, for you. I'm bleeding out for you, for you." It was still muffled, Bobby looked up at his porch roof. He walked a little more outside, and was finally able to see Destiel laying down on his roof, looking up at the stars. "Cause I'm bleeding out. So if the last thing that I do, is bring you down. I'll bleed out for you." She was totally in her own world.

Bobby took a stick and chucked it out next to her, minding not to actually hit her. Though she didn't seem to be startled at it, only pushing herself up and giving a nod to Bobby.

"What ya doin' up there girl?" Bobby whisper-yelled, not wanting to wake up the others in the house. She smirked, grabbing the blanket she had been laying on, and promptly front flipping off the landing and in front of Bobby, landing elegantly and with grace. A whooshing sound and a blast of wind surrounded them for a moment then vanished as if it never came.

"I haven't seen a night this peaceful in ages." She shrugged. "I figured out how to block their signals, so they can't see me anymore, so I know it's all fine. I just... I'm not used to this, it's so slow, I feel like something is going to happen, but I KNOW it's not." She wrapped her arms around herself tightly.

"Being in a war probably never lets that adrenaline leave ya." Bobby nodded. "And since you are away, it is. Nothing more. Ya gonna be fine, Kid." Bobby placed his hand on her shoulder, feeling the tension start to leave even now.

"Mhmm." Des yawned, bringing the blanket closer to her shoulders. She was in plaid flannel pj pants and a large jacket that covered her finger tips.

"I'm gonna head back in and get a few more hours, ya should too." Bobby directed, getting another half-lidded nod.

Bobby watched as Des started snoring as soon as her head touched the pillow. He started to turn away, when a glowing light caught his attention. He slowly pried the device from her fingers. It was an ipod they advertised on the tv, an electric walkman that had just come out, though had probably been out for a long time in Des's age. It looked far more advanced than the blocky plastic ones Bobby had seen kids have with them through Sioux Falls. He looked down at the song that was playing. 'Home' from a Philip Philips. Bobby shrugged, placed the device back into her open palm, slowly walking back to his bedroom.

John woke up the next morning to find Des arguing with Dean. Well, Dean was arguing, and Des was sipping lazily at her coffee as she blatantly ignored him. Sam was there too, surrounded by a few papers and his laptop.

"People are dying right now, and you can save them. Don't you think it'd be nice, if you'd help?" Dean seethed. John looked over at Des, who only took another long draw of her coffee.

"No." She finally said.

"How come? Because Ms. Future can't lift a finger to help the past?" Dean was practically red. He was always so passionate about helping innocent people out. This apparently got a reaction from Des. She slowly placed her mug down, and raised her eyes to Dean. Those usually swirling green emotional eyes were dead now. They resembled the cold stones of prison blocks, or the hard steel of swords that cut down thousands in ancient wars. John felt terrified, and he wasn't even the one they were aimed at.

"You are foolish, Dean Micheal Winchester, to assume I haven't already taken that to fact. I know who dies, when they die, and how they die. Some many people roaming this Earth that could be wiped out in moments by uncaring gods. So do not point fingers at me. I have already messed with Fate, and I have learnt my lesson, because for every one wrong being on this world, thousands die in the future." Destiel growled. "I will help you, but you must take your own fated path, you must make the decisions and learn from the mistakes on your own. But, I am not going to sit down and do nothing. The only people I must protect are my parents, and the events that bring them together."

She then picked back her mug and took another bored sip, as if she hadn't just turned into the bad Destiel. If they ever split apart, John didn't want to see the other Destiel, the main one was insane enough for him.

"Anyway, I have some work to do." She got up and walked down to Bobby's basement, humming something that sounded slightly country-ish. "Hey, Bobby." Was heared cheerily, just as said surely hunter entered the kitchen.

"What did you, idjits do now?" He asked, eyeing the three Winchesters.

"Does Des seem a little too … all knowing and powerful to you?" Sam asked.

"She seems like a sweet girl." Bobby shrugged. "If you still feel doubt about her, Sam. I heard she was revamping my Demon Panic Room, go on and help her. And if she is somethin' not to be trusted, make sure she don't mess things up too bad."

"Yeah, Sammy. Maybe she'll open up to you more? People with Power stick together right?" Dean grumbled.

"We don't even know if she is one of the Yellow Eyed Demon's Psychic kids." Sam grumbled as he got up, shutting off his laptop and walking down the stairs. John huffed. He hated that Sam had these powers, that their lives were turned upside down so many ways by that demon. He hated to think more people were affected by this bastard. And after hearing Destiel's strong thoughts about not giving them any extra help from the future, John had some research on his own. At least he was given a name yesterday.

Sam walked down Bobby's steps, and sad to say he was carrying his gun. He didn't know what to expect, this girl could very well kill him as soon as she saw him. As Sam descended he heard lilted murmuring, and he tensed. Only to go down a few more steps and realising that it was a song.

"Baby, we ain't go no place to go, I hope you understand." Was the first understandable verse of the song. Sam was a little startled that Des's rough, tough voice could actually sing really well. "Never felt a feeling quite this strong. I can't believe how much it turns me on. Just to be your man."

"They won't like that." Sam couldn't help himself from laughing. He expected Des to jump in surprise, or look the least bit startled that he was down here, because she gave no former knowledge of him arriving down here. All she did was turn her head uncaringly to face him with a raised eyebrow. "John and Dean have a strick, only classic rock rule. And I'm pretty sure Country Music is one of their least favorite."

"I like Classic Rock, but once you've memorised every song there is, their band, all the members and how to play it on five different instruments… you tend to migrate to different genres. Country isn't my favorite, but I do like a few songs from it here and there." She flashed a smile before turning back to her work. Sam watched as she painted an symbols he couldn't recognize, but he felt their hum of power.

"What are they?" Sam asked. "They look old."

"You could say. They're enochian Sigils." She pointed to one that looked like a fancy 'B' in a spiked circle that interlocked with a wonky 'X' inside it's own swirly circle. "That's the symbol for me. It's the closest thing to my name. If I spelt it out right, it would be stronger, but it would also add to more clues on who my, uh, parents are for the enemies to see. Once I have all the sigils up it will be safe, but for now I wouldn't risk it."

"Then why put it up before the others?" Sam asked, watching as black paint was once again designed into curving glyphs and wards.

"Enochian is the language of Angels, Sam, of Heaven. You must make sacrifices to be deemed worthy and given blessings. Enochian sigils and magic work in the same manner. For it to be stronger, you must be willing to place your name first to show that you are worthy. These are defensive sigils, protection, vanishing, hiding. The attack sigils don't need your name, but to activate them you must use your blood." Des explains as she goes to her tippy toes and places a few above the door. A few drop of paint landed on her forehead, making her laugh.

Sam could only nod. His mind in turmoil. He still didn't want to trust this girl, but she told them almost everything they asked, and explained heartfully why she couldn't say the things she didn't. But the way she always seemed uncertain of the word 'parents', as if it weren't the right word for it, and she knew. Like the word she was leaving out was some sort of huge key that would show everyone the truth. Sam didn't trust that.

"Man, you made me miss that song." She huffed and fished a light purple Ipod out of her jacket, touching a few buttons then placing it back in, the wire connecting her ear to the back of her shorts.

"I need another story. Something to get off my chest. My life get kinda boring. Need something I can confess." Sam sat back on the bottom of the stairs, watching as Des painted, singing a song that felt a little more than just a song. It was as if she was reading Sam's mind, and trying to tell him, that if she could, she's tell him everything. "Till all my sleeves are stained red, from all the truth that I've said. Come by it honestly, I swear."

Sam wondered what song she was listening too, if it was a song from the future, or one that Sam just never heard before.

"Oooh-oh Got no Reason, Got no Shame, Got no Family I can blame. Just don't let me disappear. Imma tell you everything." She either didn't care that Sam was there, or had forgotten about him. But he was there, watching as she spun elegantly around and dropped the paintbrush into the bucket. "Ha. We did it." She clapped her hands together excitedly, as if high-fiving herself. "And it only took a few songs."

"So are you going to tell us about your parents now?" Sam asked, knowing the answer, but still had a little shred of hope that he was wrong.

"Ha! No." She turned towards him. "The sigils aren't strong enough yet. They've started protecting against oncoming eyes and ears, but the ones that are already here need time to be forced out. A few days should be enough, but lets wait a week to be safe."

Dean was pretty bored. After a hunt every week, for some reason, they couldn't find on at all. And when they did find one, a hunter would call Bobby to inform him they were on it. It was as if the Winchesters were just one second behind everyone else. His dad was in the library obsessing over Azazel again, muttering his name a lot, and going through old demon books. He didn't seem like he was getting anywhere quick.

Sam was looking up these weird looking symbols that apparently Destiel had painted on the wall and inside the Panic Room. Sam didn't know how the sigils ended up on the inside, because he only saw her doing the outside. He chalked it up to either she was a witch, or the symbols copied themselves. Bobby threatened her to make sure those symbols didn't multiply anywhere out of the basement. She simple gave a cutesy scout salute and promised to keep them in the basement.

Des was laying upside down on the couch watching some sort of hospital soap opera. It was pretty stupid if you asked Dean. Who would let a doctor even where Cowboy boots, and every other closet had some nurse, doctor match up making out in it. It had an equally as stupid name. Something like, Doctor Hotty or something.

Sadly, Dean had nothing better to do. He had already rechecked Baby's engine and their supplies twice today, and lunch had only just passed. So here was Dean, slumped on the couch and watching this show. He had tried to change it once, only to be almost stabbed by a silver spike-like mini sword. He wasn't going to try again.

"No, Dr. Sexy, she was poisoned with congealing nitrate. She doesn't have acute cholangitis. That's an amiture mistake. Heck, Dr. Stallone wouldn't even make that mistake." Des huffed out.

"You a doctor or something?" Dean let out a chuckle, getting a pouty glare from Des.

"Haha, no." Then she blushed. "I've seen this episode before, a lot." She admitted.

"Really? What's so great about it?" Dean asked. Because he couldn't really wrap his mind around why someone would watch this multiple times, let alone once.

"Well, I don't know. It's funny. There's a ghost in it too, Johnny Drink. He's the love interest of Dr. Shia Howards. And I mean, everyone here is sexy. Like, EVERYONE. And I'm kind of waiting for Dr. Sexy to get with Dr. Drake Holt, cause they so need to be together. I don't see how the writers don't see their sexual tension. I mean, come on." She huffed, spinning around until she was sitting up straight. Dean snorted. "And sure, it might not be all too serious, but then there are the patients, and each story kind of bring it all in. Each life their trying to save, while they struggle to keep together their own lives. It's nice to see that you aren't alone. Even if it's for an hour on a show that isn't actually real. Ya know?"

Dean looked into her eyes. They weren't that terrifying calm they were this morning, they were swirling with emotion. Those green eyes that he stared at every morning in the mirror were staring right back at him on the face of this girl. It both encouraged and scared Dean at the same time. He hated how that made him feel. How this girl made him feel so uncertain all of a sudden. Feel like his skin was peeled away and he was being truly seen for the first time. Dean didn't know if Destiel really could see through him, or if she was just coincedently hitting every mark with a bullseye. Either one, Dean didn't like this feeling, of his own discomforts and fears being said aloud to the world. What if his dad walked in? Would he think Dean wasn't good enough, then?

"Plus, even for that hour, you don't have to worry about saving these people. Because even if the characters die in the end. It's not like an actual life is being taken." She gave an uneven grin. Maybe the show wasn't that bad.

The next day, John woke up, walked down to the kitchen, and found Destiel sipping at her coffee. It was as if she never went to bed in the first place. Sam was typing away at his laptop, asking her about Enochian Symbols. Dean sat across from her, munching on a piece of pie.

"It says here that the language died out thousands of years ago, even before Jacob's Ladder crashed." Sam said.

"Yell, for humans, yes, they lost the ability to speak and understand Enochian. But it is originally the language of Angels." Des mumbled tiredly.

"Angels don't exist." John gritted, getting the attention of his two sons. It got a snort from Des, and soon she was busting out laughing.

"Oh, John, simple minded John. Why would Demons exist, and Angels not?" She giggled out.

"Then why would they allow bad things to happen to good people?" John growled. It was too early for this argument. This statement only delved Des into more laughter, which angered John even more.

"I never said Angels were good. Their dicks. Big bag of Dicks. I know every single angel, as if they were my own brothers and sisters. I can count the ones I actual like one one hand with room to fill in." Des sobered up. "Angels don't care about humans. All they care about is following orders. And when one thinks differently, actually does want to help humanity, they turn on him. They cast him out and let him fall, only to crawl to him when their best laid plans go to ashes and dust. They are sniveling winged rats, but they do exist." John noticed that glow was back. If every morning was going to be like this. John was going to need to learn how to live without his coffee in the morning.

"Didn't get much sleep again, kiddo." John glanced over at Bobby, who had appeared beside him. John was waiting for another blow up, but Destiel only slumped onto the table and let out a distressed groan. John's eye twitched. John wanted to know who Destiel was made up of. So he could kick their asses a few times around. Though something told John that even apart, Destiel was probably just as powerful.

Hopefully that week will come soon, so John can ease this curiosity and get back to better things. In the meantime, they needed to figure out how to shove her butt back into the future to her own war.

"You need new clothes too." John was brought back into the conversation. He glanced at Destiel. It was true, she had been wearing the same outfit for at least three days now.

"Yeah, I guess." Des blushed. It seemed like she was more human around Bobby, like an actual kid. Which angered John for some reason. It was similar to how he felt when he left his boys at the Salvage. It didn't make sense, because Destiel wasn't even his kid, or probably related to him. Something about her just rubbed him the wrong way. "Yeah, we can go on a shopping trip. My credit cards are sort of unlimited. Like french-fries, but more magical and mysterious. So like, curly-fries."

"So, you boys take her to the mall, get clothes and shop or whatever." Bobby grunted. John was about to argue that he was not going shopping, because he had to find the thing that killed his wife. Only, maybe if he went, Destiel will feel more inclined to share more hints. He had noticed that if she talks, she often slips clues about the future on accident. Apparently, his boy had noticed this too. "I'm going to stay behind and manage the phones."

"Awesome." Destiel grinned. John had a feeling this wasn't going to be so awesome.

A/N: Well another Chapter down. A Simple bondy-bond day with Bobby, Sam, and Dean. And another one to come. Let me know who you think will be the first to truly figure out Destiel's secret identity(s). They will be going back to hunting, but not yet. Please review songs that you enjoy, and think could have a potential connection to Destiel. It may land in this story. Now, Shut up and have a nice Day!

By the Way:

1st song - Bleeding Out Imagine Dragons

2cd song - Your Man Josh Turner

3rd song - Secrets One Republic