"Don't listen to that dick," Jo was saying as she and Hannah sat at a table at the local library. Hannah gazed across the table at her as she finished telling her what Raphael had warned her of. A thousand thoughts and concerns flowed through her mind, and she struggled to sort through it all. "He's just trying to ruffle your feathers. Pardon the pun."

"I don't see why Raphael would care to alter my wings," Hannah responded, puzzled. She glanced down at piles of books and periodicals that were scattered around the table.

"Nevermind," Jo replied. "Look, Hannah, I know you're afraid. But you have to take it one step at a time, you know? And whatever happens, you know you have Castiel, and you know you have us. We're your family."

"I used to think Raphael was my family," Hannah lamented as Jo flicked through an old newspaper from the history of this town. "He raised me as an angel. He trained me."

"Well, it sounds like he put you through hell," Jo responded. "That's not what family does. They don't abuse you. Now come on let's focus on one problem at a time. We need to find out what your visions and memories mean."

Hannah took in a breath and began to sift idly through a book. "Perhaps I should attempt to travel through time and see for myself what happened," she suggested. "I don't have any memory of being on Earth before the fall… and yet… somehow I do."

"Time travel, that's probably a bad idea in your condition," Jo cautioned her. Hannah glanced down at herself. She wasn't even showing yet; her pregnancy wasn't visually apparent, only she could tell. She could feel the power growing inside of her, and she could feel her own power waning. As she glanced back at Jo, she noted the woman was slightly pale, a pallid complexion dotted her skin. "You don't know what effect it could have on you, your baby, or the world for that matter."

Jo was right. There were so many variables. It was so simple before this when she knew her own capabilities, but no one, not even other angels, could say for sure what could happen if she used her powers. This wasn't exactly a common occurrence among angels, and she doubted few of them would even know what to do with her.

Yet she had begun to have mixed feelings about whether certain consequences should be wanted. Raphael's words abomination and not meant to be kept flowing through her mind.

"Hey I think I found something," Jo had continued to sift through the periodicals while she and Hannah conversed. Hannah raised a brow, focusing on the periodical. "This is a list of passengers arriving from Europe in the year 1689. One of them was listed as Scarlett Vermuellen, daughter of a Dutch merchant. Ring any bells?"

"I know her," Hannah bemused out loud as Jo handed the periodical over. A sketch of a young girl was etched into the paper. In that image, Hannah thought she was staring at a reflection of herself. Or rather, that of her vessel, Caroline. The dark hair, the high cheekbones, the large eyes. "I think this is me."

"I know who you could ask," came a voice. Both women swung to face the voice, startled as a woman approached. Jo narrowed her eyes, trying to sort the dark-haired woman out, but Hannah saw through her even before she flicked her characteristic black eyes at them.

"Demon," she said, reaching for her angel blade, which was stowed in her pocket, on impulse. Her raised voice in the otherwise quiet library caught the attention of other patrons around them. She blushed sheepishly as a few of them shot her a glare and the librarian at the desk nearby pointed to the 'silence please' sign on the corner of her desk. Hannah frowned and sunk back into her seat before returning her attention towards the woman.

"Care to take our pleasant chat outside, Angel girl?" the woman asked before glancing sideways at Jo who fixed her with an impassive glare. "I remember you. From the hellhound incident. Thought you were dead."

"It didn't take," was Jo's stoic response, visibly tensing up. "Meg. You killed my mother."

"Yeah, yeah, and same," Meg replied, before motioning towards the door. "I was just following orders back then. The Winchesters will tell you I used to be one of the good guys."

"Used?" Jo replied. "I doubt that." The two of them got up and followed the demon outside and around the side of the brick building where Hannah felt confident enough to draw her blade without fear of unwanted attention from other Humans.

"Yeah well until that was until that blimey ass, Crowley stuck a demon knife in my gut. Anyway, I guess it didn't take with me either."

"What do you want," Hannah demanded aggressively. "Tell us quickly so I can smite you, Abomination."

"Cut right to the foreplay why don't you," Meg said with a sly smirk. "Reminds me of another angel I know. But let's put that aside for now, sexy. I come bearing gifts. An answer to your little pilgrim mystery."

"How do you know about that?" Hannah demanded while Jo crossed her arms with skepticism. Meg only shrugged.

"Maybe because I go back to those days," the demon responded. "Well you know, before I started my current career that is."

"Why should we believe you?" Jo surmised. "I tend to not believe black eyed skanks."

Meg only smirked knowingly. She glanced back and forth between the two faces, scrutinizing them as if deciding on whether to proceed. Hannah felt agitated by the very presence of the demon. It went against her very nature to tolerate her presence, and it was all she could do to keep from smiting her on the spot.

"Look, I have info, and I happen to have it on good authority that you two, and the Winchesters, and my favorite little tree topper, could use my help."

"Tree Topper?" Hannah raised a brow. "And why should we need your assistance with anything?"

"I think she means Castiel," Jo responded to Hannah's question before letting out a huff of breath. "And what do you even know about our situation?"

"I know a lot of things," Meg informed Jo with a sneer. "Let's just say that the angels aren't the only ones aware of you and Castiel's little birth control fail. And you," she directed her last statement towards Jo, a smile spreading as she looked the woman up and down. "Well, where do I begin? Craving blood lately?"

Hannah glanced at Jo, looking her up and down. Jo sighed and glanced at the angel, sheepishly. "Look… I can handle it. It's under control."

"You are a vampire," Hannah guessed. The horrorstricken look on Jo's face confirmed it. "For how long?" How could this have slipped her knowledge? She was able to identify when something wasn't human; she could see quite clearly the guise under the mask. Angels, demons, monsters, none of them could hide their identity from her.

"I came back this way," Jo admitted, glancing to Meg. "But the symptoms have just started up in the last few weeks. And no, Dean doesn't know."

"Let's say it's starting to show. And Angel wings here would have seen it too if she wasn't knocked up or low on mojo."

"I have not been at full power since I returned from the empty," Hannah admitted. "However, I am still far more powerful than you, Demon. Give us your information so I can send you back to the empty where you belong."

"Ooh I can see why Clarence likes you," Meg said, a suggestive smirk. "Feisty and sassy. I might like to get in on the action. We'll put that on hold for now though. I'm here looking for sanctuary for myself and my charge."

"Charge?" Hannah wanted to know, ignoring the sexual innuendos the demon was launching at her.

In response, Meg snapped her finger. A young boy rounded the corner of the building and approached them. Tall, blue colored eyes, but the power rolling off of him was apparent to even the lowest compromised angel.

"You're not the only one who's trying motherhood on for size," Meg explained. "In exchange for what I know about the infamous history of this quaint little town, I would request that you house Jesse Turner and me. AKA the antichrist."

Hannah exchanged shocked glances with Jo. This seemed to be one more element to add to their already growing list of concerns and precarious situations. Hannah was beginning to feel as though she was drowning, the weight piling up above her bit by bit. It was all too much; she began to feel the throbbing in her head, the feeling as though the world had started to spin. Blinking, she attempted a step forward before unceremoniously collapsing backward, the world going dark around her.

Note: This is the end of part one, October. As you might have guessed, part two will be called November.