Disclaimer: Look at the first chapter (the prologue)

Notes: This is an AU and in this AU there are no supernatural beasts (i.e. werewolves, vampires, angels, demons etc etc etc.) There may be witches.

Words: 815 words

Warnings: characters may be OOC due to different background story and other whatnots

Pairing(s): (Future) Fem!Dean(na)/Castiel

Summary:

There were two kinds of people in the world: The normal people and the Skyey - people of the sky. The Skyey have the ability to transform into their bird form and manifest their wings at will. The Skyey come in pairs and their main aim in life is searching and finding their Skyey pair. Deanna Winchester is a Skyey. Dedicated in taking care of her family, she fights the instinct to spread her wings and fly away. And John wants to make sure she does not leave his family... No matter the cost.

Skydive

[02] Relocated & Under Surveillance

"You are expected to leave for Indonesia in three days. The tickets and accommodations have already been prepared. You and your team will be there for two weeks."

A hand lifted, halting the man's protest.

"John, I know you have kids but unfortunately they cannot join you. I know your daughter is of legal age so it should be fine."

John Winchester gave his boss a curt nod and left. He couldn't leave Sam in Deanna's flighty hands, he needed someone there to make sure Deanna went nowhere and Sam was taken care of.

Present

John had everything packed and ready for his trip. He had called Bobby and asked if it was alright to leave Deanna and Sam at his place. School term had finished and it was easier to send the both of them over to Bobby's then to have Bobby come over to his due to his work and his dogs.

He was worried, twisting his ring as he thought. This was the ideal time for Deanna to take her flight, to look for the 'One' while he was gone. There was no way he could stop her when he was not there. He rubbed his neck, frowning deeply.

He would ask Bobby to keep an eye on her, heck, both eyes on her so that she wouldn't fly away. He couldn't bail out of this trip, it was compulsory that he was there in case of emergencies.

His kids were already packed, Sam a little upset that he would not be able to spend the holidays with his friends and Deanna twitchy as always. Sure, she acted like herself, loud and caring of Sammy, but she appeared ready to run.

He'd seen her, a couple of times in their small backyard, her eyes looking at the sky, a look of yearning and despair on her face. Sometimes it looked like she was going to spread her arms, call upon her ability to sprout wings and fly away.

To leave everything behind, to leave them behind so that she could look for someone else.

He scowled as he caught his children bickering loudly as they walked out the door, bags in their hands. He double checked the house, made sure that everything was off before he walked out and locked the door.

"I don't see why we can't just stay here. Dee is old enough to be on her own, so why can't she take care of everything here?"

Sammy.

"I'd prefer it if there was an adult I trust to look after the two of you," John growled as he started the car.

"But-" Sam started, the whine present more than ever.

"This. Is not up for discussion. Now I expect the both of you to be on your best behaviour and help Bobby. Am I understood?"

"Yes sir," his daughter stated.

Sam scowled and huffed, crossing his arms and looked out the window. John ground his teeth in irritation.

"Samuel! Am I clear?"

"Yes sir," he fumed.

This was going to be a long ride.

Deanna ignored her brother as he sulked into Singer's Salvage, dragging his bag behind him. She watched her dad give Bobby a nod before he looked at her, a warning look in his eyes as he got into his car and slammed the door.

She knew that he did not trust her to take care of Sam alone. He still thought her to be a flight risk with the Call becoming stronger and stronger every single fucking day. It irritated her throughout the day, poking at her raw nerves as she forced herself to obey her father's orders.

The car, and with it John, was gone and Bobby's hand was on her shoulder. Damn, she was losing time as well.

"Huh?"

"Let's get inside before the little princess gets himself into trouble," Bobby stated, his hand squeezing her shoulder reassuringly.

With a nod, the both of them entered the house.

She tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable. The angry glow of the clock informed her it was 03 14AM and still she could not sleep. She was tired and felt like a string pulled tight, almost to snapping.

The Call was nagging, it was annoying, it was fucking demanding! It pulled at her, making her intestine do some fucking amazing acrobatic stunts to get her to go and do what it wanted – needed, demanded, ordered, whatever it wanted to call its-fucking-self – which was for her to go out of the house and fucking fly!

Fly away and search and look and locate her other half!

But she can't do that! She couldn't disobey her dad again; he'd find out and he'd punish her severely.

She sighed deeply, turning over and pulling the blankets over her head. She needed to fucking sleep.

to be continued...