Hello, darlings. I'm very sorry I've taken so long to get this out, I knew what I wanted to happen, i just couldn't find any words. No excuses, I'm just sorry. Thank you all, if you're still here.

I haven't been incorporeal in a long time, it was a strange sort of freedom. I hovered about the Winchester's bunker simply observing, it was different, looking down at the bunker as a moderately objective party. I flicked my attention to Natalie, wrapped in Sam's arms, waking up. She peered down at Sam's forearms wrapped around her middle and raised her eyebrows in question, twisting around to look at his face. He stirred slightly and murmured a good morning to her, pulling her closer to him.

"Hey. Um, Sariel's not here. So, could you….I don't know, let me go?" She asked. It was strange, watching the interaction. I'd been in Natalie's body for so long I was beginning to feel like it was my own.

"What?" Sam's sleep addled mind whirred over the information as he withdrew his arms.

"She popped out. Don't know why." Natalie stood from the bed and went to leave the room.

"What do you mean 'popped out'." Sam asked, running a hand through his mussed hair.

"She's here. I can feel her. I just don't know where." She said smoothing both hands over her hair.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked, exasperation clear in his voice.

"Look, man. Sariel's not here, she's gone. She's some where close, I can feel her. But, I am Natalie." She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "And I'm out of here." She said, turning to the door and turning the handle.

"Wait! You can't leave!" Sam scrambled to get out of the bed, his long legs tangled in the sheets.

"Oh, I most certainly can." Natalie said haughtily, not turning to face Sam, but continuing her stride to my room.

"What if she comes back?!" Sam said trailing after her.

"Then she'll be back, and that's all there is to it. If she wants to be here with you then she will be." Natalie reached my door and opened it, stepping inside and attempting to close the door, Sam's hand stopping her.

"Look, Natalie, I can't just let you leave. What if you get hurt and she doesn't have a vessel anymore."

"She has other vessels, I'm just the one that was meant for her. If I die, there would be another eventually, if there isn't one already."

"You are her vessel, if you leave what's to stop someone from coming after you?"

"Let them, she's pretty protective, if you hadn't already gathered. I'm not the only vessel she can take. She took plenty of vessels before I said yes." Natalie reached under the bed to pull out a duffle. "Granted, she burned through all of them, but that could still tide her over." She turned to the dresser and began removing clothes, tossing them into the duffle.

"Why are you not worried about your safety?" Sam let out another frustrated sigh, pulling at the roots of his hair.

"Because I'm utterly unimportant, in the grand scheme of things. The only thing that makes me significant is when I'm Sariel. When I'm Natalie, I'm useless." She moved to the closet and started pulling clothes off the hangers, tossing them to the direction of the duffle. "Now, unless you're up for a romp in the sheets, let me pack in peace."

"Why would I be up for a romp?" Sam asked sardonically.

"You've had no issues taking my body for a ride before, Sam." She stopped, turning to face him. "And I'm there the whole time. It's not just Sariel."

"Wha-what?" He spluttered through the word a few times.

"Don't act so shocked. You know that's not what she looks like." Natalie rolled her eyes and moved to the bed, messily shoving all the clothing in to the duffle. "She's gigantic. Like, empire state building tall, she's got six arms like Sheba, two sets of wings. And her face always changes, every time I've seen her, her face is been different, sometimes she's a cobra, sometimes she's a falcon, there have been times she's been moderately human-faced." She slid the sipper of the bag shut and moved back to the closet, pulling out a pair of running shoes and clothes to change in to.

A part of me was irritated about her telling Sam that part of me, there was a reason I never brought it up. My true form is a lot to take in.

After a few moments of silence Sam said, "Do you know where she is?"

"She's around here somewhere." Natalie said, pulling a sweatshirt over her head after changing into the new clothes.

"Do you know when she'll be back?"

"I imagine she'll be back when she's good and ready." Natalie swung the strap of the duffle over her shoulder and gathered up my phone, wallet, and keys. "I'll be seeing you." She said as she brushed past him.

"Where are you going?" He finally asked.

"To see my parents." She said over her shoulder, not breaking her stride down the hall and out the door, closing it with a finality behind her.

Sam hung his head and let out a long sigh, eventually bring his hands up to run down his face. "Sara?" He said, looking up to the ceiling, "what are you doing?"

"She's atoning." Castiel said from the end of the hall, startling Sam.

"Jesus, Cas. We have talked about that. We have all talked about that. Make some noise when you walk!"

"My apologies." He inclined his head slightly down. "As I was saying. My sister is atoning. She feels a significant amount of guilt for what she did to help me." He gestured to himself. "So, she's rid her self of the human guise and is now floating around, a ball of celestial intent."

"She feels guilty. Of course she does. Does the halo come with the weight of a conscience?" Sam started walking toward the kitchen.

"Being what we are is a heavy task. Many angels don't survive, or the wind up in prison." Castiel said, trailing behind Sam.

"Prison? Heaven has a prison?" Sam stopped to look down at Castiel.

"Oh yes." Castiel said.

Tell him I'm here, and I'm sorry. I murmured to Castiel, causing the light bulbs to flicker.

"Was that her?" Sam said, his eyes studying the light fixtures.

"Yes. She said that she's here and she's sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry for what?"

For not being strong enough to handle this like I should.

"I'm not saying that. You're plenty strong. You need to stop wallowing in self pity. It's time to wake up, sister." Castiel said sternly.

Being incorporeal makes it harder to control what you're feeling, I didn't even have time to put a lid on my anger before the lights started to blow. I am not wallowing in self pity you arrogant child. I feel guilt for what I've done to save you. Are you even worth my sacrifice, Castiel? It took me too long to notice Sam curled on the ground with his hands over his ears, a pain filled grimace over his features.