Disclaimer: Will say it only once, I own none of Supernatural… though it would be awesome if I did… Spoilers throughout season 4

Summary (Decided to do a full summary): The brothers have run into many supernatural things in the last four years: demons, angels, fallen angels… What about the Nephilim- the half angels/half humans? Now the brothers meet up with a girl they saved two years ago only to find out she is one of these Nephilims, but is stronger than the rest. With demons hunting her down and angels unsure of what to do with her, the young adult needs to figure out why she becomes so suddenly wanted.

It doesn't help that demons on her trail, other nephilims unsure of what is going on, seals are being broken, a traitor is in the brothers' mist, and to top it all off, Rachel is determined to find out which angel who slaughtered her parents… which will be a shock to all.

Now, the brothers have other troubles than the Nephilim. Dean finds himself missing Anna; Sam is not sure what to do with his powers or what they are used for. Alistair is stirring up trouble on the forefront, and now Castiel finds himself doubting his orders… The little Nephilim seems to cause much more trouble, but she is apparently worth the effort…

Warnings: Spoilers through season 4; Sexual content in later chapters.

Pairings: Dean/Anna, Sam/Ruby, Castiel/OC

Chapter 1

2007, Wisconsin

"Damn it Sammy!" Dean called over the rain pounding down on them. Demons were taking positions all around them, and for once, the hunters weren't sure what to do. The entire reason they were out here… they couldn't even see.

"Dean!" the young girl's voice cried out. She had been dragged out into the woods by three demons, and she couldn't understand why. She just found out about the things in the closet when Dean and Sam showed up on her doorstep as FBI. Her wet hair was plastered against her forehead as she tried to crawl away from the demon in front of her. "Dean!" she cried again.

Dean had no idea where the girl named Rachel was. It was so dark, and the rain wasn't helping. He could only hear her screams which at least told him, she was still alive. The two brothers had come here in search of what they thought was a possession only to find a tirade of demons, and this girl was somehow stuck in the middle.

The hunters had their guns clutched to their chests, and Sam had Ruby's knife in his other hand. The two looked at each other before deciding to barge out and take the demons head on. Rachel was on the far end of the forest almost fifty feet away from the boys, but she had no weapons to defend herself with. A demon sunk his nails into the girl's leg, but she spun onto her back and used her other leg to kick him away. Okay, she didn't have weapons, but she knew how to fight. Deciding right then, Rachel jumped up ready to defend herself. Of course, fist-fighting only lasts so long, and Rachel was knocked right onto her back. She moaned…

"Hey scum-head!"

The demon looked only for Sammy to plunge the knife into its throat. Rachel looked up at the geekier of the two brothers but smiled in thanks.

After what seemed like forever, all the demons either were dead or exorcised. Rachel was finally able to join the boys near the impala. Not able to contain herself, Rachel threw her arms around Dean's neck and thanked him over and over again. She then did the same to Sam.

"I don't know what to say," she said smiling as she got in the backseat.

"How about you don't tell anyone?" Dean suggested glancing back as he turned the ignition.

"Deal," she smiled before relaxing in the backseat happy whatever happened was over. Rachel couldn't be more ecstatic to finally be able to go home without worry of demons trailing her there. The seventeen year old couldn't be more content that things were back to normal.

The brothers dropped her off at her house, and she knew she was going to be in trouble for running away. Still she did what she had to to keep her parents safe. Leaning in the open window, Rachel pecked Dean on the cheek before saying her good-byes and heading into the house. The brothers had saved her life… Thank-god for people like them!

Rachel glanced once more at the retreating impala before stepping inside the house… If the brothers had waited a few moments longer, they might have heard Rachel scream.

2008, Somewhere in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan

"You know Sammy," Dean started putting weapons away after an exhausting Wendigo hunt. "I am getting tired of chasing seals around." The angels had sent the brothers up here looking for some seal only to find a Wendigo. Dean had not been in a good mood since Anna had found her grace and left. It didn't help that the brothers were more pissed with Uriel than usual. He couldn't stop in without saying the word mud-monkey. If Dean had his way, he'd shove that angel's head so far up its ass, he'd find his grace within himself.

"Well," Sam responded… He'd stop correcting Dean on the Sammy part since he returned from Hell. Sam was just grateful to have his brother back within arm's length. Pretty much, Dean could call him whatever and Sam would be happy. "What else can we do? The end of the world is a good reason to listen to the angels."

Dean snorted. In his mind, Uriel was far from an angel. Castiel- Dean could deal with him… maybe even liked him… Quick to change the subject, Dean suddenly grinned, "How about we find a bar?"

"We're in the middle of nowhere Dean."

"People in the middle of nowhere need to drink too."

The brother drove for a bit before coming upon a worn down looking town. Everything looked trapped in the past, but to Dean's delight, the place did include a bar. Sam went and rented a motel room while his brother went to drink the nightmares away again.

The bar was dimly lit. It smelled of smoke and booze- Dean's kind of place. He moved to a seat at the bar and flirted with the girls sitting nearby. "Hey bartender, can I get a drink for this lady?"

The bartender… That was me… I walked over to the man who called for a drink and promptly poured him and the slut he was standing with a drink. Without even looking at the guy, I slid his drink over to him and went back to the wolf whistles. A bar might not be a "beautiful" place to work, but it paid the bills.

"Hey Angel!" the owner called over to me. I looked up from spinning a bottle around my hand- hey if you can't have fun pouring drinks, what else is there to do? "You're off, go on home."

"Thanks Rich!" I shouted over the talking. Grabbing my actual clothes, I pulled my long brunette hair from my ponytail and made my way towards the exit.

"Beautiful wings there," a male voice said behind me. "Almost as beautiful as the girl I'm looking at right now."

"Mister," I said not turning around. "I'm off." I continued to make my way to the exit and towards my car. The man had complimented my wings which was a tattoo of blackish blue angel wings across my shoulder blades… They were my mark.

Before I could get to the car, I was slammed from behind. I turned ready to defend myself when a fist plowed into my face. I moaned from the hit and tried to refocus. My attacker slammed his fist into my stomach and forced me to my knees. He grabbed me by my hair and began to drag me wherever. I kicked and screamed.

"Hey!" I heard someone call over from the bar. "Get your filthy hands off of her."

Whoever yelled came to my rescue and proceeded to beat the living shit out of the man that attacked me. I didn't even have a chance to look up hat my savoir as he helped me promptly to my feet. He bent to get my purse and spoke as he did so.

"You should more careful when you're walking by yourself," my savior commented before handing me my purse and meeting my hazel eyes. Icy blues stared right back.

"Dean?" I gasped, completely shocked to see him so far out in the middle of nowhere.

"Rachel?" he responded, obviously as shocked as me.

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"Thanks," I smiled to Sam as I took the icepack and applied it to my now blackening eye. The boys had grown up some since I last seen them… what?... 2 years ago? Seemed about right. Dean, though, something was off with him. He usually was much more of a smart ass, but he was extremely quiet only once and awhile making some off the wall comment. I missed his remarks. I wish I knew what was wrong with him.

"What are you doing so far off the map Rach?" Sam asked taking a seat next to Dean on the opposite bed.

"Actually I have a new nickname now," I smiled. "Angel," I corrected and pointed to my back. "The tattoo gave me my new nickname. I rarely go by Rach or Rachel up here anymore."

"Okay Angel," Dean drawled obviously thinking of something sarcastic to say off of my new name. His eyes, though, something flashed through them. I was good at reading people.

"I didn't think your parents would let you travel this far," Sam said.

"Well I am almost 21 now…" The two brothers gave me an unusual look. I was seventeen when they met me, two years later did not add up to twenty one. "I turned eighteen that night… when you guys were driving me home," I shrugged trying with all my might to get off the sore subject of my parents. "And what are you guys doing in the frigid north?"

"Wendigo."

Dean moved to grab his beer from the nearby table while tossing me one. Sam glared at his brother for handing an underage girl a drink. "Calm down Sam, I have a fake license. Up here I'm like twenty-three. Only way I could get a job."

Sam didn't take my earlier hints that I didn't want to talk about what was going on at home… well, my old home. "You running away again?" There was a pause before Sam asked the obvious question. "Demons chasing you?"

"No Sam," I sighed taking a long swig of the beer. I needed something to calm my nerves. I twirled my fingers trying to think of a way to explain everything in only a couple of seconds. "Look I just need a ride home. By chance can one of you boys be a gentleman and take me back to my place? If you guys are still here in morning, we'll talk then."

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The lights flicked on with ease, and I tossed my coat by the door not even bothering to hang it up. This night had turned out to be far more interesting than I had wanted it to be. Not even in my wildest dreams had I thought the Winchester brothers would suddenly show up again. For a moment, I had thought… I pushed the gruesome idea aside and went to get myself a cup of coffee.

The first attack I didn't even see. The thing caught my right side sending me flying through a wall. I moaned with the impact, but I didn't stay down long before jumping up to my feet. Standing a few feet away was a man with graying hair and black eyes. His face… It was grotesquely disfigured, but I had known this the second I saw his eyes. Ever since I met the Winchesters, even two years ago, I found that I could see a demon for what they truly were. That night in the rain was the first time I spied a demon's face, and since then, the "ability," if it could be called as such, never faded.

"I don't appreciate being attacked," I gripped crossing my arms in front of me knowing one single demon was not in my house. There were others, and I reached out trying to sense the number, but the demon in front of me never gave me the chance. Another rush of power threatened to topple me, but I forced myself to stand. I felt my insides churning. "I suggest you stop unless you want a one way ticket to Hell."

"I've been there sweetie," the demon said finally relenting in his attack. He held up some knife- I didn't recognize it at first… Then it came to me, Ruby's knife- but what was he doing with it? "I enjoy it down there. Up here… It's truly disgusting."

"Well then I'm up to sending you right back," I shrugged not at all frightened by this demon. I could tell he was strong, probably the strongest I had ever run into… My weapons were stashed across the house, and I just had to be quick enough to grab one. For now, I held my ground and glared at the demon.

"So angel?" the demon purred. He was taking pleasure in thinking he had me trapped. "Can I call you that?"

"Not unless you bless me with a name," I snapped right back. I needed to know who I was dealing with. From the corners in my mind, I felt two demons approach from behind. Using the couch I knew was located behind me, I fell to the floor and kicked the furniture back. It nailed the two demons, sending them to their backs. Never one to be on the ground for long, I jumped back up and continued my conversation with what's-his-ugly-mug.

"Alistair," he replied. "Your friend Dean knows me real well."

I felt my eyes narrow. Right now, I wasn't like where this conversation was leading. In all my studies, I never read about a demon called Alistair. This gave me a deep, horrifying feeling he hadn't unleashed his full power on me. Fear probably began to radiate off me. "Then only friends like Dean can call me Angel… You can use Rachel, Ally," I said with a smile trying to tempt him to use his full powers. Chance? Did I have a god-awful chance?

"I like angel," Alistair replied. He took a few steps closer to me, and I stepped back until I found my legs plastered against the couch. He moved to attack me with the knife, but I blocked his wrist. It took all my strength to keep the demon from stabbing. "What a strong little girl you are? Why don't you scream for daddy?"

It was then he unleashed his powers and threw me straight through a brick wall. I laid crumpled outside my house already feeling the broken ribs. Through the hole in the wall, I watched Alistair approach- smug little bastard.

Forcing myself once more to my feet, I cried, "My Dad's dead!" Using everything bundled inside me, I unleashed my power on Alistair. He was thrown back through the hole and out the other side of the house. Immediately after, I collapsed to my knees panting. It had been so long that even using a little of my powers exhausted me. If I wanted to survive this night, I had to leave. Without glancing back at my home of two years, I took off back to Dean and Sam's motel room.

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The Winchester boys opened the door to find me wheezing. Only Dean's quick reflexes kept me on my feet. The two dragged me into their room and pulled up my shirt to reveal a "painting" of greens, yellows, and blues all forming a giant bruise on my chest.

Sam went to grab the first aid kit while Dean demanded who did this.

"By chance do you guys know some idiot named Alistair?" I asked after coughing up a little blood.

The room went silent. A chill almost took hold, and a shiver ran up my spine. Obviously whoever I just fought was worst than I thought. Sam was the first to move and begin to bandage my ribs not even suggesting a hospital. We all knew in this room hospitals asked too many questions- questions I wouldn't have answers to. Well, I could explain how a psycho demon broke into my room, threw me through one wall, had a nice one-on-one chat, then through a brick wall. That would have me thrown into a psych ward for sure.

"What do you have Rachel?" Dean asked being very serious.

"I don't know," I responded.

"Alistair doesn't attack random people," Dean said before adding, "usually."

"Maybe it's because I know you two," I suggested but I knew before I said it, that it wouldn't pass. The brothers already suspected something was off with me, and Alistair attacking did NOT just help my case.

"Spill what's going on Rachel," Dean countered meeting my eyes as he took a seat next to me.

My eyes fell to the floor, and I tried to count seconds by. Anything that would take my mind off what was going on and what I was about to tell the brothers. "That night, two years ago, when I came home…" I stopped and felt a few tears whell up. "My parents were slaughtered in the living room."

There was an intake of breath from both brothers.

"I escaped barely with my life."

"Who attacked..?" Sam started but I held up my hands.

"Let me finish," I continued. "When I saw Dean, I thought you two were here to kill me."

I could expect both brothers thought right then I was a demon, vampire, or something in the norm they hunted. I think I was far from the norm.

"I'm not evil," I explained. "I'm not a demon or vampire or whatever things in the dark go bump… I'm…"

Before I finished, the flapping of wings were heard. I glanced up from my tail and to the door. There stood my worst nightmare.

"Castiel, Uriel!" Dean exclaimed happy to see them…

I found myself standing up slowly… "Angels," I whimpered. The two angels met my eyes, and in those moments, I couldn't hide my true form…

Under Uriel's breath I heard my name growled, "Nephilim…"

OOC: I decided to combine the first two chapters… Sorry guys, there aren't any real changes. I just wanted to stick the two shortest chapters together.