Black. That's all I could see. Total darkness. I could hear screams, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I opened my eyes to see a woman crying and screaming at me. Once I got a look at her, though, the whole world went white and my body felt like it was on fire.

"What would Zachariah want with her?" A deep voice said waking me from my nightmare. I felt someone's hands gripping my shoulders and legs, so I began kicking and flailing. "Hey!" I heard a deep voice say. I opened my eyes to find myself being held bridal style by a handsome stranger. Wait. I thought whileI began to look around the room I was in. Where am I? I jumped from his arms, but instead of landing on my feet like I had planned, the moment my feet hit the floor my legs gave out and I landed on my back.

"Are you alright?" Another voice said this one slightly different than the first one's voice. I looked up to see that I was in a room much like a high class motel room with two men. I nodded my head to the second man as I stood.

"My name's Dean, this is Castiel." The first man said. "What is yours?" I went to answer him, but then I realized that I had no answer.

I don't know who I am!

"I- I don't know." I said stuttering a bit. My voice sounded much deeper than an average voice.

What is this? A battle to see who has the deepest voice?

"Can you remember anything at all?" Dean asked again. I shook my head.

"Perhaps Zachariah erased her memory." Castiel stated with an intense expression.

"Well, if that dick with wings wants her, we should take her with us. Who knows what he's up to." Dean said looking at me.

Castiel merely nodded, placed two fingers to both Dean and my foreheads, and the next thing I knew we were all in a messy house.

I looked around to find a young, homeless-looking, man sitting behind a desk clutching his heart. "You guys really shouldn't do that." He said standing up on wobbly legs.

"We need to know where Sam is, Chuck." Dean said urgently.

"He is at the Convent about to kill Lilith." Chuck said in a worrisome voice. This man must have more ulcers than he can count.

"We have to get there and stop him." Castiel said in a monotone I am starting to guess is his normal voice.

"Wait, that's not in the story." Chuck said confused. Chuck looked the men over and then his gaze fell on me. "And neither are you. Who are you?" He said.

"I do not know who I am. What do you mean by story?" I said confused over this whole mess. Before any of them could answer, a high pitched noise began and its volume inclined rapidly. It even seemed as if the sun outside was growing brighter.

"An archangel is on their way. Dean you must go stop Sam." Castiel said before placing two fingers to Dean's forehead, sending him off in an instant.

"Did you just say and 'Archangel'?" I practically yelled over the high-pitched noise.

"Yes. He is coming because Dean and I have rebelled against them." Castiel said with no hint of emotion. "Chuck, guard her and he will not hurt either of you." He said turning his gaze to the currently shaking man.

Before I could ask more questions, the noise became deafening and the light was so intense that all of the windows shattered. The ground was shaking, pictures were falling off the walls, and through all this Chuck had fallen, but Castiel and I stood our ground.

"You have rebelled, Castiel." I heard a faint voice say through the noise.

"I have done what is necessary." I heard Castiel say back to the voice.

When I looked to him, his eyes, ears, and mouth were bleeding. This Archangel was going to kill him. NO! I felt my body move before I could command it. I was attempting to walk over to Castiel, but with the floor shaking as much as it was I was losing balance fast. On my last step, I felt myself falling, so I grabbed onto the nearest stable thing, which just so happened to be Castiel. I ended up in an odd position hugging his back, but before I could move I looked up to find that the skin around his face was peeling off. Something inside of me panicked and I felt something warm begin to build in my body. The warmth flowed from me into him like a stream, but something came from him into me as well.

I began sobbing at the immense pain I was feeling. My guess had been right, this angel was trying to kill Castiel, but he wasn't just killing him. He was killing him slowly, torturing him. Trying to remove something from Castiel's body that rightfully belonged there. I held onto him tighter feeling a warmth flow into me tied in with the pain. I could feel that we both were becoming stronger. Then, it was quiet.

"What happened?" I asked backing away from Castiel, who was just staring at me with a hint of shock laced with his normal intensity.

"Uh, guys. Dean didn't make it in time." Chuck said looking out a window. We all rushed outside to see a bright beam of light blazing into the night sky. It almost looked like it was reaching to the Heavens in anger.

Why does this feel familiar? Why does it feel like I need to be doing something? It was as if I had an important job I was forgetting. Like I needed to be there with whoever was causing that light.

"Lucifer is free." Castiel said with a devastated note in his voice.

"The devil? That Lucifer?" I asked, but when I turned to look for Castiel I only found Chuck.

"So, I guess this mean you are staying with me." He said with a nervous expression.

Thank you, Captain Obvious. Would you like a cookie now? I rolled my eyes and followed him back into the house. This is going to be a long night.

It wasn't black this time. I was in an alleyway dimly lit by a streetlight. "You have to run!" I heard a woman scream, but when I turned around to find her I was in a field of black grass and staring at a red sky.

"You know every time you come here you risk being found." A man's voice said from behind me. I turned again only to find that I was back in the same alley. This time I could see the woman who had screamed. She was a petite blonde with pitch black eyes. She grabbed my shoulders and started telling me something, but it was like someone hit the mute button.

"I can't hear you! What are you saying?" I asked over and over again. It was like she couldn't hear me either. Then out of nowhere a man's hand grabbed her head. A bright light shone through her eyes and mouth. Somehow I knew that she was dying and it felt like my heart was being ripped in half. I felt a hand wrap around my head and a blinding pain ran through my whole being.

I jumped from the couch with a gasp. I was covered in sweat and my heart was racing. I paced around the living room until I was calm, remembering that I was safe at Chuck's house.

Who was that woman, that man? So many questions flew through my head. Even though I was feeling alone in the dark, a new world, incoherent memories, I had found out earlier in the evening that Dean has had his own shadows as well.

Chuck had showed me the books that he had wrote about Dean and his brother, Sam's, life. I wasn't able to read them all but the more current ones were terrifying. Angels, demons, betrayal, and so much more that they have had to endure. I told myself that I needed to talk with Dean about some things, but as of right now I had my own memories to remember.

Well, if I remember things when I sleep, maybe I should sleep more. I laid back down on the couch that Chuck had made up for me and willed myself back to sleep.

I felt the long, black grass in my fingers and the cold ground against my legs. "Is everything alright?" A male voice said. I tried to look up and speak but I couldn't. It was like I was a prisoner in my own mind.

"They're catching up to us." I heard my voice say. I tried again to look up.

"Just use the sigil." He said.

"Last time we barely drew it in time." My voice said again.

The final time I tried to force my head up, it worked. I went to look at his face but the whole world went white. This time I pushed through the light and saw a chubby, middle-aged man with a cruel smile on his face. Before I could do anything, a pain coursed through my body as if someone replaced my blood with fire. I could do nothing but scream.

I shot off the couch with a small scream. "Never again. Never again." I muttered to myself as I slipped to the ground.

The next morning Chuck told me where the shower was and gave me a set of clothes to change into while he washed my jeans and shirt. When I got to the bathroom, I went straight to the shower and climbed in.

After the relaxing spray washed away the tiredness, I got out and went to the clothes I left on the sink. I looked up to find my reflection. l was an interesting character. I have a medium build, rounder but strong, with an hour glass shape, a matching face with bright blue eyes and medium brown hair to top it all off. I look completely normal. I slipped on the jeans, button up shirt, that shockingly was only a tad big, and my calf high leather motorcycle boots.

I went downstairs to find Chuck smack a very tall man's head with a plunger. "Sam! You're alright!" Chuck said with relief.

"My head hurt's a bit, but yea." The giant replied. "No, I mean, my last vision you went full on Vader. Your body temperature was 150, your heart rate was 200, your eyes were black!" What Chuck said confused me a bit, but then I remembered that Sam had been infected with demon blood.

"Your eyes were black?" Dean said with visible concern.

"I didn't know." Sam said with a shrug.

"Where's Cas?" Dean asked.

"I don't know. I mean in my vision that Archangel was supposed to have smoked the crap out of him. He was supposed to have exploded like a water balloon of chunky soup, but somehow that girl you brought here stopped that. Then we saw Lucifer's light and he disappeared." Chuck finished.

"Wait, what girl?" Sam asked looking to Dean.

"I suppose that would be me, right Chuck?" I said with a soft smile as I walked down to meet the guys.

"Good to see you doing alright." Dean said. It seemed like he was attempting a smile but it looked more like a grimace. It was then that I heard a faint buzzing noise and felt three bodies of power coming towards us.

"Oh no. I can feel them." Chuck said.

"I thought I might find you guys here." A higher pitched man's voice came from the still messy kitchen, where three men had appeared.

I knew from reading Chuck's books that they were angels. I looked to the leader who had spoke and found I recognized his face.

It's the man from behind the light!

I quickly moved behind Dean as the man looked down to the ground and began to kick some of the garbage.

"Playtimes over Dean, it's time to come with us." He said looking back to the shorter brother, his eyes quickly finding me.

"Oh and what do we have here? A two-for-one special!" He said taking a step towards us making me cringe back.

"Just keep your distance, Ass-hat." Dean said pointing to him.

The man took a half-step back. "You're upset." He stated with an obliviousness that could only be fake.

"Yeah, a little." Dean started with a fake smile. "You sons-of-bitches jumpstarted Judgment Day."

The man gave a smile. "We let it happen. We didn't start anything. Right, Sammy?" He said winking at Sam, who only growled in return. "You had a chance to stop your brother and you couldn't, so let's not quibble over who started what and just say it was all our faults and move on." He said turning his attention to Dean. "Because like it or not, it's Apocalypse Now and we are back on the same team again."

"Is that so?" Dean said with surprise.

"You want to kill the devil. We want you to kill the devil. It's synergy." The "Ass-hat" said matter-of-factly.

"And I'm just supposed to trust you? Cram it with walnuts, ugly." I had to stifle a laugh at this remark.

The man sent a glare my way and began his selling bit. "Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now, hard and fast, before he finds his vessel. But you would know all about that wouldn't you." He said his attention shifting to me.

"His vessel? Lucifer needs a meat-suit?" Sam said speaking up for the first time, while Dean just looked back to me. "He is an angel. It's in the rules." The man said with a chuckle looking to the two henchmen at his sides. "And when he touches down, we are talking four horsemen, red oceans, fiery skies, the greatest hits. You can stop it Dean, but you need our help." He finished somberly.

"You listen to me, you two-faced douche," Dean started pushing me back towards Sam. "After what you did, I don't want jack squat from you."

"You listen to me, boy," The man interrupted. "You think you can rebel against us as Lucifer did?" His gazed shifted down to Dean's hand and he furrowed in confusion. "You're bleeding." He said.

"Oh yeah. A little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up." Dean said with another smirk.

He turned around and pulled on the sliding divider to reveal a symbol drawn in his own blood.

"No!" Screamed the man as Dean smacked his palm in the middle of the symbol. A bright light came from it directed straight at the three angels causing them all to disappear.

"I learned that from my friend, Cas, you son-of-a-bitch!" Dean said to the now empty room.

He looked back to Sam and I who nodded our 'all rights', but Chuck decided to speak his mind. "This sucks ass."

We all took one more sweep of the room. "Well, now what?" I asked looking to the brothers.

"Hang on. Before we decide anything, who are you?" Sam asked drawing an imaginary line with his fingers.

"We don't know. All Cas and I knew when we brought her here was that Zachariah wanted her. He just confirmed that for us now." Dean said moving to the sink to grab a towel and wrap his hand.

"That was Zachariah?" I asked interrupting Sam before he could say anything.

"Yeah. What about it?" Dean asked looking back at me.

"He just looked familiar is all." I said with a small reassuring smile.

"Yeah, ok, so what? Are we just going to keep her with us?" Sam asked with skepticism lacing his voice.

"Well, yeah. Until we can figure out what he wants with her." Dean's voice became louder alerting us of his temper.

"Fine. What's the plan?" Sam said retreating from the bitching contest that was about to take place.

"I would offer you guys a place to stay here, but my house is semi-destroyed. I mean, she barely fit in here." Chuck said pointing to me.

"Step One: Find a hotel." Dean said heading towards the door.

Sam followed and I just stood there looking at Chuck questioning whether I should go.

"Come on, Princess. We haven't got all day." Dean shouted from just outside the doorway.

Needless to say, I didn't lag behind. I just gave a quick wave to Chuck and followed suit behind the brothers.

We ended up finding a motel downtown next to a transit line. Dean was checking the weapons they had, teaching me about some of them, when Sam walked in.

"Here." He said throwing Dean a tiny sack. "Hex bags. No way the angels will find us with those and demons either for that matter." Sam said answering Dean's unasked question.

"Where did you get it?" I asked. Dean had a look that said he seconded my statement.

"I made it." He said torn between keeping quiet or adding on something else.

"How?" Dean asked this time, looking over the bag. Sam hesitated a bit too long and Dean looked back to him with eyebrows raised.

"I- uh… I learned it from Ruby." Sam said finally ending his stutter.

Dean looked uneasy for a moment before placing the hex bag on the table and taking a couple steps toward Sam.

"Speaking of, how you doing?" Dean asked with a camouflaging casualness. "Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch-blood or what?" And there was the reason for the casualness.

I swear men can be such uncompassionate asses.

I had to suppress the urge for a palm slap knowing that could just make it worse.

"It's weird. To tell you the truth, I'm fine. No shakes, no fever, it's like whoever put me on that plane cleaned me right up." Sam said, not even acknowledging the idiocy of his brother's comment.

"Supernatural methadone." Yet another palm slap comment from Dean.

"Yeah, I guess." Sam said with a hopeful look on his face. "Dean-"

"Sam!" Dean said before Sam could finish his sentence. "It's okay, you don't have to say anything." Dean finished walking back to the table.

"That's good. Because what can I even say?" Sam said making this moment a lot more uncomfortable for on-lookers. "I'm sorry? I screwed up? It doesn't really don't it justice you know?" He said making a face like a kid who was being guilt tripped. "Look, there is nothing I can ever do or say that can ever make this right, but-"

"So why do you keep bringing it up?" Dean interrupted loudly.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat on the bed nearest to the table. Dean shifted and took a few steps towards Sam, but I could tell that he was struggling to find the words to say.

Unable to take the silence that had consumed them, I took a risk and barged into their little world.

"Um, I know that I don't have the right to suggest anything, but wouldn't it be better not to put this under a microscope just yet. Give yourselves time to organize your thoughts, then share them with each other." I said shifting my gaze between the brothers who were looking at me with subtle shock.

Dean cracked a small, sad smirk at me then turned back to Sam. "If this were any other hunt, what do we do first?" He asked simplifying the situation.

"Um, we figure out where the thing is." Sam said still processing the shock.

"Alright, we just have to find the devil." Dean said with a shrug.

Boy, three palm slaps in less than a half-hour, this guys shooting for a record.

I spent the night on the hotel floor trying to keep myself awake, even praying to God not to let me fall asleep, as the guys slept on the beds above me. It had been a long night, but I survived and now was watching the news absentmindedly with Dean. Sam was just keeping an eye on the television from his place at the table. Suddenly there was a knock at the door that none of us was expecting. Sam went to the door, Dean grabbed his gun, and I just braced myself for anything. Sam opened the door to reveal a petite, hyperventilating, blonde.

"Sam, is it really you?" She said practically awe-struck. Sam looked back only to find severely confused looks from both of us. The woman stepped forward and placed a hand on Sam's chest. "And you're so firm." She said with a disturbing smirk creeping onto her lips.

"Do I know you?" Sam asked clearly at a loss for words.

"No, but I know you." She said showing some self-restraint and pulling back her hand. "You're Sam Winchester and you're not what I pictured." She said her smile faltering when her eyes fell on Dean.

This chick screams stalker!

"I'm Becky." She said letting herself into the room. "I read all about you guys. I've even written a few…" She broke off with a creepy giggle then recomposed herself. "Anyway, Mister Edlund told me where you were."

This caught both Dean and my attentions.

"Chuck?" Dean said rising from his position on the bed.

"He's got a message, but he's being watched. Angels!" She said rather too excited for my liking. "Nice change up in mythologies by the way. The demons and devil were getting old."

As harmless as this girl was, she was rather annoying. "What's the message?" Sam said after both he and Dean shook off her last comment.

"He had a vision. 'The Michael's sword is on earth. The angels lost it." She said complete with a stupid hand movement with every word.

"Michael's Sword?" I asked finally making myself known.

"Who's she? She's not in the story." Becky said rather startled by my sudden appearance.

"She's kind of a new development. Now, does he know where it is?" Sam said getting back to the important part.

"In a castle on a hill made of forty-two dogs." Becky said as if she was entranced by Sam speaking.

"Forty-two dogs?" Dean said looking back to Sam.

"Are you sure you got that right?" Sam asked Becky.

"It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said. I memorized every word." Becky said releasing her self-restraint and placing her hand on Sam's chest again. "For you." She added caressing his 'firm' chest.

Warning! Warning! Crazy stalker lady loose!

Sam began to shift uncomfortably looking to both Dean and I for help. "Um, Becky, could you stop touching me?" He asked when he realized we were enjoying this too much to save him.


Somehow we ended up coaxing the stalker out of the hotel room and not too long later and older man showed up at the door.

"Hey Bobby." Dean said giving the man a brief hug.

"It's good to see you boy's in one piece." 'Bobby' said repeating the action with the younger brother.

"Who's this?" He said when he found me standing beside the table.

"We will explain that later. Were you followed?" Dean asked seriously.

"Do you mean by demons, angels, or Sam's new super-fan?" Bobby said bringing a laugh out of both Sam and I.

"So the sword of Michael, huh?" Bobby asked turning back to Dean.

"Do you think that we are talking about the actual sword from the actual Archangel?" Dean asked.

"You had better freaking hope so." The older man said gruffly.

He grabbed a biblical mythology book and showed us a picture from Revelations of Michael brandishing a glowing sword. He explained about how he is the strongest angel Heaven had, how he was the one who threw Lucifer from Heaven with the help from his sword.

"So if you find this sword,"

"We can kick the devil's ass all over again." Sam said finishing Bobby's sentence.

The next step was to figure out what Chuck's message meant, but before any of us picked up a book to start researching, Sam began to blubber to Bobby about how he started all this.

"You guys warned me about Ruby and the demon blood, but I didn't listen." He said ending his rant.

Bobby moved forward with his mouth agape. "You're damn right you didn't listen. You were reckless, selfish, and arrogant." Bobby said in a harsh tone. "If some by miracle we survive this Armageddon, I want you to lose my number. Understand me?"

That was beyond harsh!

Dean looked between the men as Sam just nodded and I saw that he knew something wasn't right, but he didn't say anything. Sam left saying that he was going to go to a church and find some lore books to look through.

The rest of the time was spent in silence as the three of us poured through the books we had. When suddenly Dean hopped up and pulled a plastic sack of cards out of his duffle bag.

"Here." He said with a small chuckle as he pulled out a single card. Both Bobby and I met Dean halfway as he began to walk back.

"It's Dad's lock up in up-state New York." Dean said showing us the card.

"Castle Storage, 42 Rover Hill." Bobby said as he took the card from Dean.

"A castle on a hill made of forty-two dogs!" I said as everything clicked together.

"Okay, good enough for me." Bobby said.

Then out of nowhere, Bobby punched Dean sending him flying over the railing, down next to the beds.

"Dean!" I shouted, but Bobby grabbed me as well holding me with a tight grasp, so no matter how much I flailed he wouldn't let go. I looked at him as he walked towards Dean only to see his eyes turn black.

A demon!

The demon-possessed Bobby picked Dean up of the floor and held him at an arm's length. The demon had no problems holding both of us. Right then a woman and a man walked into the room. The short brunette had a smirk on her face that spelled out 'Bitch'.

"Hi Dean. Did you miss me?" She said.

"Ruby?" Dean said recovering from the punch.

"Think farther back." The woman said, her smirk growing wider.

I saw the recognition in Dean's eyes and the look on his face did not inspire much confidence. "Meg."

Oh shit. Was my only thought. This demon is going to cause problems.

"These are the days of miracles and wonder Dean. Our father's among us. You know we are all dreaming again for the first time since we were human. It's Heaven on earth, or Hell. We really owe your brother a fruit basket." She said, finishing her little monologue with a thoughtful expression.

"My god, you like the sound of your own voice." I said trying to keep the attention away from Dean. He was still trying to center himself from the knockout punch, the last thing he needs is some demon messing with his head.

"I wouldn't talk if I were you. See you both are in the same boat." She said turning the knife, that she had acquired somewhere during her speech, to me. "You two are the only bumps in the road. So every demon, every single one, is just dying to get a piece of you."

I understand what Dean did to deserve this, but what did I do?!

"Get in line." Dean said with a cocky smirk.

"Oh, I'm in the front of the line, Baby." Meg said turning back to Dean.

Then she moved in and kissed him, open-mouthed and completely disgusting. I was so torn between disgust and rage- Where did that come from?- that I did the only thing I could think of.

I leaned back against Bobby, lifted my legs, and kicked the demon as hard as I could. The kick was hard enough to send her sprawling to the floor, but she recovered fast.

"You should really watch yourself. Now that Daddy thinks you're dead, there's no one to protect you." She said closing in on me.

Before I could ask what she meant, she back-handed me so hard that Bobby was forced to let me go. I looked up at her from my new position on the ground and tried my hardest to make the little stars in my vision go away.

"Kill him." She said handing the knife to Bobby. Bobby pushed Dean back into the wall, the knife pressed firmly to his throat, and began to hesitate. "Do it now!" Meg shouted, but I could see that the real Bobby was taking control.

The demon raised the knife to strike Dean, but Bobby brought it down on himself instead. The moment Bobby fell to the floor, Dean rushed forward and attacked Meg. I rose from my position and, ignoring the annoying stars that would not go away, attacked the other demon. I only got in a few good punches before the demon gained the upper hand by throwing me into the wall. Dean rushed over to help me, but the demon grabbed him and slammed him to the ground.

"Dean!" Sam said just walking into the door. He immediately joined the fight against the demon and was able to keep him at bay.

I saw Meg getting up from the floor, so I used the opportunity to grab the knife from the floor next to Bobby, stab the demon the boys were fighting with, and rush her.

"What did you mean by my 'Daddy'?" I asked her when she realized I had the advantage.

"You don't remember?" She asked with genuine confusion, but it quickly turned into a smirk. "You don't even realize how powerful you truly are."

I was about to ask her what she meant, but she began to scream and a black cloud began to shoot from her mouth. A terrible pain grew in my head, I began seeing several flashes of demons and the ways to kill them. When I was able to see reality again, the cloud was gone and her vessel dropped to the floor unconscious.

"Bobby!" I heard Dean yell. I turned around to see both guys trying to stop Bobby's bleeding, but it wasn't working out to well.

"We have to get him to the hospital." I said grabbing both of their shoulders.

"What happened?" A nurse asked as I pushed open the ER doors to reveal Sam and Dean carrying Bobby.

"He was stabbed." Dean said as the laid him on a transport bed.

When they began to wheel him off, both guys tried to follow only to be stopped by the nurse. She left to go get the normal paperwork after saying that she needed to ask them some questions.

"Come on, we have to go." Dean said pulling Sam towards the door.

"We can't just leave him here." Sam said in protest looking back to the doors Bobby had just disappeared through.

"The demons heard where the sword is. We have to get to it before they do." Dean said. He wasn't wrong, they needed to go.

"I'll stay with him." I said trying to offer help.

"No." Came a sharp reply from Dean. "You heard what Meg said. You are wanted by both angels and demons. Not to mention we still don't know your tie to all this and what Meg said, before her graceful exit, doesn't help. You're coming with us."

And that was all that was said. Let me put it this way, when Dean laces a commanding tone into his deep voice, you don't question it.

Hours later, even with Dean driving 95 mph, we finally made it to Castle Storage. I followed the guys to the back of the Impala, Dean's beautiful car, where they opened a false bottom in the trunk to reveal a stock of weapons. Dean grabbed a white-handled Colt 1911 .45 hand gun, Sam grabbed a Glock, and then they handed me the knife that I had grabbed to face Meg with.

"This knife will kill any demon as long as you stab to kill." Dean said with a serious face. I simply nodded my reply and we went into the storage hall.

When we opened the doors, there were two demons lying dead in the middle of a symbol. I was about to ask what it was, but the flashes returned and I saw how to draw the devil's trap.

Who the hell was I that I would know these things?

"I see you told the demons where the sword is." Zachariah's voice said from the other side of the circle.

When I heard his voice, my body reacted on instinct and I assumed a stance with my knife held to be parallel with my forearm.

"Oh thank God, the angels are here." Dean said in a less than amused voice.

Zachariah shut the door with a wave of his fingers. "Just think that the demons could have had it at anytime, along with the key to their so-called father's survival." Zachariah said looking back to us. "They were right in front of them."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked voicing all of our confusion.

"We may have placed that bit of prophecy in Chuck's skull, but it happened to be true. We did lose the sword and the key, though that was more recently, we truly did. Until now. You just hand delivered them to us." Zachariah said with a smirk as he inched toward us.

We all looked to each other not understanding what Zachariah was saying. I had feeling, though, that it had to do with the brother's personally.

"We don't have anything." Dean said facing Zachariah once again. He gave an over-dramatic eye roll, complete with a sigh.

"It's you, chuckle-head. You are the Michael's sword and she's the devil's key." He finished turning a hateful glare to me.

Okay, I was half-right.

Dean and I both were in shock.

"What do you mean I am the sword?" Dean said coming out of it.

"You are his weapon, his receptacle." Zachariah said with a smirk.

"I'm a vessel?" Dean said in a shock that could easily become panic.

"You are the vessel. Michael's vessel. It's a great honor, Dean." Came the smug reply.

"Oh yea, life as an angel condom. That's real fun. I think I'll pass, thanks." Dean said pulling out of shock and back into his smart ass self.

"Joking, always joking." Zachariah said with a sigh. "Joke times over." He said raising his hand to look like a gun. He pointed his hand to Sam's leg and "Bang." Sam fell over with a bullet hole in his knee.

"You son-of-a-bitch!" Dean yelled.

"Keep mouthing off, young man, and blow off more than his legs." Zachariah continued. "This fight is going to happen, because she is the only one who has the power to stop it. But don't worry, she won't live long enough to make that happen." He raised his hand to my head, but before he could fire Dean spoke.

"Wait, you need my consent." This caused Zachariah to pause. "Michael needs my say so to run around in my skin."

"Unfortunately, yes." Zachariah said lowering his hand.

"There has got to be another way." Dean said.

He wants to help them, but he wants to do it on his own terms.

"There is no other way! There must be a battle. Michael must defeat the serpent. It is written." Zachariah said clipping his tone trying to get his point across.

Dean looked to Sam and I.

"Yea maybe, but on the other hand, you just gave us an option C: her. So…eat me. The answer's no." Dean said very seriously pulling me behind him.

"Well, let's try this: your friend Bobby, we all know he is gravely injured. Say yes, we will heal him. Say no and he will never walk again." Zachariah said striking a nerve deep inside me.

Threatening family is never a wise choice.

"Hey, jack-ass." I said side-stepping Dean by half a step. "Are forgetting me already? I'm not a part of this story. Anything you do, I can undo without a moment's hesitation." I said praying to God, if he could still hear, that my bluff was not called.

Zachariah was shocked, but he realized I was lying. He was about to something, but a bright light came from behind him.

Castiel stood with an angel blade in one of other angel's necks. The other rushed him but he was quickly taken care of.

"Castiel, how are you…" Zachariah said in shock.

"Alive? A good question, but I think we both know the answer." Castiel said looking to me.

Zachariah followed his gaze, only to sneer.

"Now, fix Sam and get out." He commanded.

Zachariah did as he was told and then vanished with a song of fluttering wings.

"You three need to be more careful." Castiel said moving towards us.

"Yeah, I'm starting to get that. Your brothers are bigger dicks than I thought." Dean said.

I slapped Dean on his shoulder. He looked at me to question my reasons.

Men can be such uncompassionate assholes.

"I don't mean the angels." Castiel said after a short pause. "Lucifer is circling his vessel and once he takes it, those hex bags won't be enough to protect you."

Castiel put his hands on Dean and Sam's chest before they both bent down in pain.

"What did you do?" I asked rather protectively.

Since when do I have the right to be protective?

"They are an Enochian sigil. It will hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer." He said touching me right above my chest, allowing me to feel the same pain the guys did.

"What did you do? Brand us with it?" Dean asked his voice cracking a bit.

Note to self: Dean doesn't like sneak attacks.

"I carved it into your ribs." Castiel just said matter-of-factly.

All three of us looked at him with a "What-the-Hell?" face.

"Did you mean what you implied? That she saved you?" Sam said, the first to break our little moment.

Castiel turned his gaze to me and gave a clipped "yes". Before we could ask anymore, he vanished the same way Zachariah did just minutes before.

"So this is what you guys do on a daily basis?" I asked seriously.

"More or less." Dean said with a shrug.

"I like it." I said with a smile.

When I looked to the guys, I found that they were giving me the "What-the-Hell?" face this time and I could only smirk.

The next morning, after a painful night of trying not to sleep, we were back in the hospital with Bobby. The guys had spent most of the morning joking around, making light of their situation, and teaching me a few things about hunting that didn't require an example. We had just decided that I was to hunt with Sam and Dean, so we might be able to find someone who knows how I am.

I am sure that if anyone can help me find out about my past, its them. Dean and Bobby are stubborn enough, Sam's smart enough, and Castiel… Well I wasn't sure what to think of Castiel.

He has the connections, but there was something about him that screamed familiar. As if we were alike in some way and I think he feels it to.

"What are we supposed to call you?" Sam said speaking up. We all turned to look at him with confused faces. "What? Are we just going to call her 'You'?" Sam said.

"How has no one thought of this yet?" Dean said with a groan.

"But I haven't any idea what my name is." I said looking around the room.

"Well, we can't exactly name you when we know nothing about you." Bobby said from his hospital bed.

"That's not entirely true." Castiel said appearing in the room, catching all our attentions.

"Whoa! I thought you said no angels could find us, including you?" Dean said nearly falling over from shock.

"She was thinking of me, so I was able to track where you were." Castiel explained as if we should have known.

Ok, I need to remember not to think of Zachariah too hard.

"Wait, what did you mean by that?" I asked intrigued.

"Only a strong angel could lend the kind of power needed to help me fight off Raphael. If we are in need of assistance, we are allowed to borrow the grace of another angel." Cas explained in an emotionless monotone.

"Ok, I guess I handle supernatural monsters, a war between heaven and hell that I am somewhat a part of, but me being one of those sadistic creeps?" I said trying to keep my system calm.

"Not all angels are like that." Castiel said narrowing his eyes. "I am also not sure if you are one."

These guys are making my head spin.

"Hang on, isn't that what you just said?" Dean asked before I could.

"I felt her grace, but there was something else there. Not quite tainting it, but not coexisting with it either." Castiel said rather cryptically.

"Ok, well, we can figure this all out when she remembers more. For now let's just figure out what to call her." Bobby said putting an end to this madness.

"Angel." Dean said with a grin that made my heart miss a few beats.

Huh, I must be getting sick.

"Dude, really?" Sam said scoffing.

"What? Seems appropriate to me." Dean said scowling back at Sam.

"We can't give her a hooker name." Sam argued.

"Well, so far this is all we have to go on and I like it." I said.

Dean looked at me with the same smile from before and I felt myself smirk as well.

"Ok, Angel it is." Bobby said, playing the referee once again. I felt my smile grow a bit wider. "Now all we need is a plan."

"Well, Cas, why don't you go see what you can find out among heaven and hell." Sam started.

Castiel merely nodded and vanished.

"Whoa." I said as the sounds of wings filled the air for a moment.

I will never get used to that.

"I'll check to see what I can find in my books, once I get out of here." Bobby said groaning. I smiled and was about to respond but the doctor came in before I was able.

"Alright, I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is; you can go home tomorrow morning. The bad news is…" The doctor was hesitant about whether to actually give us the bad news, but Bobby was having none of it.

"Spit it out, boy." Bobby's outburst was enough to snap the doctor back into commission.

"You are unlikely to ever walk again."

Dean, Sam, and I were not surprised, after all, Zachariah had told us this would happen. To say Bobby was shocked is an understatement.

"Unlikely to walk again? You snot-nosed son-of-a-bitch. Just wait until I get out of this bed! I'll use my game leg to kick your fricking ass!" Bobby screamed as the young doctor fled the room.

A sharp pang hit my stomach seeing Bobby so upset. My body began to move on its own, like before with Castiel. I placed my hand where the stab wound was still lightly bleeding. I began to feel the pain from the wound flow into me and the warmth flow into him. It wasn't like I was taking his pain into myself, but more like I was replacing it, so it had to go elsewhere.

I removed my hand when I began to feel light-headed. Bobby peeled off the bandage to find that his wound was completely gone. He removed his covers, sat up, and, before the guys could stop him, he was standing up and walking. From sheer amazement he sat back down.

"If one of you don't marry this girl, I will." He said to the guys as seriously as one would say "I have cancer". I let out a full laugh.

I guess this means I'm one of them now.

"Ok, now let me ask the million dollar question. What do we do next?" Sam said with a fading smirk.

Bobby sighed. "We save as many as we can for as long as we can, I guess."

"Do you really think we can win like that?" I asked fully involving myself in this war.

"Who cares if we win? I'm serious. I mean, screw the angels and the demons and their crap Apocalypse. They want to fight a war, they can find their own planet. This one's ours, and I say they get the hell off of it. We take 'em all on. We kill the Devil. Hell, we even kill Michael if we have to, but we do it our own damn selves." Dean said giving us all a sense of hope.

"And how do you suggest we do this?" Bobby asked being realistic.

"I don't know. You hang here and give the doctors hell, and we will figure it out." Dean said patting Bobby on the shoulder.

"Sam, wait." Bobby said stopping us from leaving. "I was… awake. I know what I said. I just wanted to let you know, it was the demon talking. I ain't cutting you out, boy, not ever." Bobby said agonizingly hesitant.

"Thanks, Bobby." Sam said smiling before both of the guys left.

"Angel." Bobby said stopping me from exiting the room.

"Yeah, Bobby?" I said taking a few steps toward the bed.

"Don't focus on your past, alright? Just hunt and watch out for my boys." He said using a tone that a parent would use with a child.

"I don't think they need my protection. I don't even know if I can fight." I said with a small smile.

"I saw the way you fought that demon. You have the skills of a powerful hunter, you just need to remember how to use them, but that wasn't the type of watching I meant. Sam's choices have affected them both hard and Dean is still rebounding from hell. Just keep them from killing one another and you will have done your job well." Bobby explained.

"Alright, Bobby, I will. Now rest up and I will talk to you soon." I said with a smile as I walked out of the room. I went out into the parking lot to find Sam and Dean in an heated argument.

"I'm tired of pretending that everything's ok because it's not! I just don't think that we can ever be what we were." Dean said silencing and response Sam had planned on saying.

"Hey guys. Ready to go fight the devil?" I said hoping that they didn't notice my eavesdropping.

"Let's get out of here." Dean said turning a fake smirk my way.

This is going to be harder than I thought.