"I can't believe we're Crowleys' bitches" Dean spoke, unwrapping his double cheeseburger a little too hastily.

"Dean, this isn't exactly ideal…." Sam began to reply.

"Ideal? Sam this is fricking messed up. We're hunters, working for a demon! What part of that isn't completely wrong and messed up, even to you robo Sam!"

"I know, but he's got us over a barrel. What else can we do?"

Dean looked at Sam. He wished he had an answer for that, but he didn't. They sat in silence, Dean devouring his usual cheeseburger and fries combo, with Sam opting for salad. When they finished, they put a twenty dollar bill down on the table and headed back to the motel which was just around the corner.

As Dean swiped the entry card and unlocked the door, he stopped. Sat on his bed was a tall blonde. He gave a knowing look to Sam, and they quickly entered the room, gun in hand.

"Who are you?" Dean spoke, pointing the gun directly at her.

The tall blonde stood up, instinctively raising her hands to her face.

"Dean, put the gun down. I'm not a demon, ghost, vampire or anything like that, ok?" She spoke in a soft, British accent.

"No offence lady. But that's what they all say! And how'd you know my name?"

"Who doesn't know about the Winchester brothers? Look just don't shoot me with the rocksalt, ok? That looks like it hurts. Just, throw some holy water on me or something!"

"Dean, I don't think she's a demon." Sam spoke.

"Go with Sam on this Dean" She urged, still hoping he wouldn't shoot her with rock salt.

"How do I know that you aren't gonna straight up kill me if I lower this gun?"

"Castiel!" She shouted.

"What the….?" Dean began, wondering what sort of creature called out for an angel.

Dean couldn't finish his sentence, as Castiel had indeed answered the tall blondes cry for help and was stood protectively in front of her.

"Dean, she's not a demon- put the gun down" He ordered in his bass like voice.

"Then what is she?" He replied, putting the gun on the cabinet next to him.

"Half human, half angel." She replied, taking a few steps closer to the brothers.

"Is that, even possible?" Sam questioned, looking at Cas who was still taking a protective stance.

"Yes, but its forbidden. Any such union creates a child with power which could tip the balance of good and evil. I've been watching her since the day she was born, to ensure that didn't happen."

"Wait, are you?" Sam questioned.

"Am I what?" Cas replied, no clue what Sam was hinting at.

"Her father?" He continued.

"No. She's Michaels daughter. He mated with a human a quarter of a century ago in an act of rebellion. We had no idea that a child could be born from such a union, but now we do, its forbidden"

"I am here you know" She spoke.

"Sorry, it's just… weird." Sam began.

"Weird? How do you think I felt? You spent your childhoods hunting with your dad, I spent mine trying not to freak out about all these powers I had wishing someone would come and explain to me what the hell was going on!"

"So wait, Michael never paid you a daddy visit?" Dean questioned.

"No. Cas here is the only angel I've ever met, and he only showed up after he rebelled."

"I couldn't risk appearing to her in this vessel, I was trying to keep her existence as quiet as possible"

"Why are you here?" Dean questioned.

"I'm here to help." She replied, looking directly at him now that he was no longer wielding a gun.

"How?"

"By getting Sams soul from Crowley" She continued.

"But that's impossible, Crowleys the King of Hell" Sam interjected,

"Indeed he is. But, he… um…" She began.

She looked at Cas.

"Crowley…. Has a thing for me. Or rather, my soul. A half human, half angel soul would be the pinnacle of his sad, lonely life"

"Crowley has a crush on you? That's just nasty" Dean replied. Though he had to admit, he could see where Crowley was coming from, she was incredibly beautiful. She was just under six feet, with long blonde hair that reached to her waist. Now that she was stood closer to him, he could see that she had eyes like he'd never seen. They were a deep green, then a lighter green with a ring of bright gold around the pupil. He figured the height and the gold was definitely angel DNA at work.

"I know, but it makes him vulnerable and when he's vulnerable, he's weak and when he's weak, its rather easy for me to prize a soul from his clutches"

"It's a dangerous plan" Cas commented.

"So what, you're just gonna steal Sammys soul here, and pop it right back in?" Dean asked.

"Yes. Its one of my many…. talents, being able to take souls without touch"

"How is that even possible?"

"The hybrid of human and angel is potent, it gives her abilities that neither angel nor human possess. Its why I've kept a close watch on her for the past twenty five years"

"You know that still freaks me out, right?" She replied.

Cas looked at Sam and Dean, unsure what she meant by that comment.

"Dude, she feels like you've been spying on her her whole life, that would freak anyone out" Dean explained.

"I wasn't spying, I was merely keeping an eye on how she used her powers. Most of the time, you were exemplary" He replied, turning toward her slightly.

"Most of the time?" Dean smiled.

"Cas, that's enough reminiscing for now, ok?" She spoke, knowing exactly the times Cas was referring to which were hardly her finest moments.

"So, what now?" Sam asked.

"I guess we summon Crowley?" Dean replied.

"I promise we will absolutely summon Crowley, but before I have to be all nice to the King of Hell, I need alcohol"

Sam, Dean and Cas all looked at one another.

"What, I can drink you know- the benefits of having a human metabolism and all"

As she headed out the door, the three of them followed all curious about their new found hybrid friend.

"3 beers please" She smiled to the barman.

"Absolutely, after I.D"

"I'm twenty eight!"

"I.D"

"Fine." She replied, getting her passport out of her back pocket and showing him.

As he proceeded to grab three beers, she noticed the Sam and Dean were both smirking.

"You'll be laughing on the other side of your face when I'm fifty and still look like this" She retorted, grabbing her beer.

"Wait, what?" Dean asked.

"I haven't aged a day since I turned 18."

"Seriously?"

"Angel DNA"

"Angels don't have DNA" Cas replied.

"You know what I mean" She smiled.

They sat in a vacant booth just across from the bar, all with a beer except for Cas. She suddenly became aware that all three were in fact staring at her.

"It's not nice to stare at the freak you know" She smiled, sipping her beer.

"I wasn't…"

"Go on, ask"

"Ask what?"

"All the gory questions. Don't worry, Cas grilled me when he first met me. I'm still mentally scarred from it"

"I needed to know"

"Needed to know what exactly?"

"He basically asked me if I was a virgin or not" She continued.

"Cas! You cant just ask stuff like that!" Dean spoke, wandering if he was the only one here with any common sense. In between Cas and robo Sam he seriously worried he was the only one with any sort of emotion.

"I needed to know. I didn't even know if she was capable of….what angels in their true form are not. I needed to be sure there was no chance for others to be born."

"Shots, we need shots over here!" She called to the bar, feeling her face going very red at remembering when Cas had appeared to her and asked her the question.

As the shots were brought over she took hers and downed it in an instant.

"Im sorry, you aren't about to flirt with the King of Hell- I need this"

"So, what exactly can you so, other than steal souls?"

"I have all of the normal angel stuff, like the names of the prophets stuck on my brain, the ability to heal, travel in an instant…."

"And…?"

"I can make people act against their will, hence why uncle Cas here has been spying on me all these years, just making sure I wasn't making people do things they shouldn't"

"Its against Gods plan for free will" Cas added.

"So wait, you can make anyone do anything?"

"Only humans. And I don't use it unless I have no other choice"

Sam looked at his brother. He had that look in his eye when he looked at her. He hadn't seen it for a long time and though without a soul, he remembered what old Sam would do at this point.

"So, me and Cas are gonna go get ready for Crowley. We'll catch you later"

"We are?" Cas questioned, unsure if leaving her alone was a good idea.

"Yeah, we are" Sam replied, trying to hint but knowing Cas would never understand.

Dean however knew exactly what he was doing.

"Smooth Sammy" he whispered as he and Cas left the booth.

"Beer?" He asked.

"Sure" She replied.

As he stood up to go to the bar, her eyes followed him. He was incredibly good looking, and it was refreshing to talk to a guy who knew what she was. No hiding, no pretending. She felt like she could tell him anything. After all, Dean Winchester had literally been to Hell and back again.

As he waited at the bar, he found himself catching glances at her. He was of course trying to play it cool as usual, but it was proving difficult. This girl knew who he was, what he was. He was going to have to be entirely truthful for once. No cover story, just the Dean Winchester story.

As he sat back down and gave her her beer, he realised she'd not answered the earlier question. He knew he shouldn't, but she was cute when embarrassed.

"So, what did you tell Cas?"

She smiled. The Bastard. He couldn't resist knowing. She leaned forward.

"Yes"

He almost choked on his beer. That was not the answer he was expecting, and she seemed confident in her answer.

"No way"

"Yes way. "

"But you're…."

"It's not that."

"Then what?"

As she leaned over, placing her lips on his- his world literally began to spin. He felt like he was on a high, and not a drug induced one. He hungrily kissed her back, not wanting this once in a lifetime kiss to end. As she pulled away, he felt like his world was still very much spinning.

"That's why"

"What the…." He began, not quite able to form a sentence.

"Imagine that, tenfold. That's what it would be like to sleep with me. That Dean, is spiritual ecstasy on a tiny scale"

Hungry for more in a way he'd never known, he took her hand and let her outside. Within seconds he was kissing her and once again his world was spinning in the best possible way.

"Hands off Winchester!" A familiar growley British voice spoke, as his connection to her was abruptly severed by him being flown through air by Crowley.

"Dean!" She shouted.

"A Winchester? My, my we must be pent up" Crowley continued. "I'll let you off on this occasion, given that you're clearly in need of a real man" He continued, just inches away from her.

"Crowley. You do have a habit of showing up at the worst time, you know that?" She replied.

"Or the best, depends on your perspective. Now then, what are you doing here, thousands of miles from home?"

"You son of a Bitch!" Dean shouted, making his way to Crowley looking the worst for wear.

"Now now, less of that Dean. That's not how you speak to your boss"

"I came looking for you" She answered.

"Really, now that wouldn't have anything to do with Sammys soul would it?" He questioned.

"Ever the cynic aren't we?"

"Love, Im the King of Hell. I see through you"

"Creepy, but moving on. Yes, I wont lie to you, I want Sammys soul"

"Well that's too bad, it isn't…."

With a swipe of her hand, she made Crowley stop dead in his tracks.

"It isn't… what?" She replied, a slightly evil smile forming on her lips.

"Learnt some new tricks, have we?" Crowley spoke, annoyed and confused.

"Indeed. Like taking souls from the King of Hell"

"What?" Dean questioned, still leaning on a nearby car unable to stand up properly after being flung through the parking lot by Crowley.

She began to speak under her breath. Though Dean was far away, he had a good idea what she was doing.

And as Crowley disappeared, his suspicions were confirmed.

Castiel appeared.

"I sensed Sam" he spoke. "You have his soul?"

"Yes, bring him here, I can't contain his and my soul in one body for long"

In a second, Sam appeared.

"Dude, you have got to stop taking me like that, makes me nautious."

"She has your soul"

"Wait, what? Just like that?"

"Yes" She replied, doubling over. One body, regardless of the influence of angels was not designed to host two souls and they were beginning to war with one another.

"So how do we….?"

"There's only one way to get this soul out of me, and in to you"

"And what's that?"

In a second, she had grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a kiss. As Dean watched, he was filled with pain. Ok, so they'd technically only made out but kissing her was the most amazing thing he'd experienced, and somehow he knew they were connected now. Watching her kiss Sam was almost unbearable.

She broke the kiss, and Sam collapsed to the ground.

"Sam! Sam!" Dean called out, rushing over to his side.

"He'll be fine, but he might not wake up for a while" She spoke.

He looked at her, blood was trickling down her nose and she looked terrible.

"Are you Ok?"

"I'll be fine, nothing a little healing wont fix, right Cas?"

Cas placed his hand in front of her face, and quickly healed her.

"Thank you" She smiled.

A second later, they were back in the motel with Sam still unconscious in bed and a worried Dean by his side.

Castiel turned.

"How did you take the soul from Crowley?"

"I told you, his…affection for me makes him vulnerable."

"But he knew you were coming for the soul. He wasn't vulnerable, he knew exactly what you planned to do"

She took a deep breath. There was little point in lying to an angel.

"I just, can. I don't know how, I just…can."

"You can take souls with the flick of your hand?" Dean questioned.

"Yes."

"You never told me you could do that." Castiel spoke.

"I didn't know that I could, until recently."

"How did you find out, exactly?" Dean spoke, becoming increasingly suspicious with every passing minute. As far as he knew, demons were the only ones capable of taking souls.

"Ok but you're not going to like it"

"Spill it sister" Dean demanded.

"When I kissed you…." She began

"You kissed Dean? When did this happen?" Castiel exclaimed.

"At the bar" she replied.

"That 'high' you experienced? That's me basically giving you a teeny tiny piece of my soul. I learned how to give away a piece my soul temporarily, but I also learned that well…. It works both ways."

"How?" Castiel questioned.

"My first boyfriend. I may have accidentally taken his soul…. I gave it back to him when I figured out how but well, the damage had been done."

"Damage..?"

"Humans without souls, tend not to last too long. Sam here appears to be the exception."

"This is a very dangerous power. If word gets out, angels, demons…. They'll want a piece." Cas spoke, worry filling his face.

"Why?" Dean questioned.

"Human souls are immensely powerful. To be in possession of one gives the holder immense power"

"I thought were were just bags of pus to you guys?"

"Your body, yes. Your soul is another matter."

"So what now?"

"I need to see who else is aware"

In a second, he was gone.

"You're not going?" Dean asked.

"I, cant. Heaven doesn't exactly have a place for hybrids. Its the one place I can't go."

"So what when you die you'll go to Purgatory?" He laughed, hoping it weren't true.

"Yes"

Dean looked at her. The pain in her eyes shone through brighter than the beautiful gold he'd seen earlier. To know you were condemned from the day you were born to purgatory, to live with that thought…. He couldn't imagine. He'd been to Hell, but he knew that he wasn't going back there anytime soon.

"You're serious?"

"Yes. Unless the arch angels change their minds, Purgatory is where I'm headed"

"Dean?" Sam spoke, stirring from his unconsciousness.

"Sam, are you ok?"

"I'm… I'm me again. Old Sam, he's back in town!" He smiled.

"You better not be playing me robo Sam?"

"I'm not, I swear! I feel… everything. I'm me again"

The brothers hugged briefly.

Sam turned to her.

"I cant even begin…"

"You're welcome. Cant have one of the best hunters in town running around with no soul now can we?"

"How do you know so much about us? You knew our names, that our dad was a hunter, that we're hunters. How do you know?"

"Cas. He told me all about you when he first revealed himself. For an angel, he cares about you two pus bags a lot" she smiled.

"Where is Cas?"

"He's gone to see who knows that I am capable of swiping souls"

"You just, swiped my soul from Crowley?"

"Indeed she did. And I'm here to find out how" Crowley interjected, placing his arm around her, trapping her."

"Let her go!" Dean spoke.

"Sorry lads, gonna have to say no on this occasion"

And then, he was gone.

"Shit!" Dean spoke angrily.

"We have to find her"

"Two guesses where they are!"

"Good point. I think we need Bobby, dude is like a Crowley expert"

"Ok, lets go!"

Sam and Dean grabbed their bags, and headed to the Impala. Bobbys was just a couple of hours away, they hoped they'd make it in time to save her.

"Say what now, Son?" was Bobbys reply when Sam had tried to explain to him what had just happened.

"So you're telling me there's a half human, half angel girl, who can swipe souls, that Crowley as a thing for…. And he's kidnapped her because she got Sammys soul back?"

"Yeah, that's pretty much it."

"I'll be damned. Didn't think that was even possible."

"Neither did we. But we've seen her, kissed her….. she's real"

"Wait, you kissed her?" Bobby questioned Dean, more confused than ever.

"Wait, you kissed her? Dude she kissed me!" Sam replied, also confused.

"She kissed me in the bar, she kissed you to give you your soul back!" Dean replied.

"Chick sounds like trouble" Bobby spoke.

"She's not!" the brothers spoke, in unison.

"Really?" Bobby replied, barely able to keep the smile off his face.

"So you made out with her?" Sam continued.

"So not the time Sam! Lets focus on Crowley and getting his punk ass here"

"Then what?"

"I have no idea"