My name? Grace. I know, it's a stupid name despite the fact that I get to hang around with angels a lot. But I guess my mum-or whoever had picked the name-knew that I was going to be the purest among the humans. I was 20 and a virgin. Not unkissed but still, a virgin. No one knew and I thought it was best to keep it that way. But what everyone seemed to know was that I had the same powers an angel had, mine where less strong but they had the same effect. Some called me a Nephilim, some a freak. Till now I don't know what to call myself because there's one thing I'm sure of; I'm not your average human.

Something hard hit my head and I immediately snapped out of my dozing state to jump up and grab a knife. "Woah, easy there tomb raider 2.0" Just then I realized that I was still in the cheap little motel room, that the thing hitting my head had been a thick book and that the guy who'd thrown it at me was no one else then "Dean." I shook my head, ran a hand through my messy, dirty blonde hair and looked at him. "What? Sam tried it the nice way." He muttered and sat back down. I glared at Sam who was raising his hands in an I-haven't-done-anything way. Shaking my head once again I dropped onto a chair next to Dean and grabbed a few papers, studying their content. "Shape shifters?" I cocked a brow and looked up at Sam. "Well we do think so, yes. Due to the fact that-"Dean cut him off. "Grace, there's something we gotta talk about." He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, rubbed his neck and looked down. "Shoot." I frowned and looked over at Sam who avoided making eye-contact. "Oh…" I slowly nodded, understanding what all of this was about. "Shape shifters your not so common creature. I'm not allowed to come along, right?" Since I've been starting to go out hunting with the Winchester brothers I'd never been allowed to kill anything bigger than a Poltergeist. I was their precious little Nephilim who was not allowed to get hurt, even though I sometimes wanted to. "So what? Will you tie me up? Duct tape me?" I exclaimed and shook my head, just then I noticed that smug smirk on Dean's face. "Don't you even think about it." I warned him.

An hour had passed and I'd been under the shower for most of that time. I needed some place to think without getting any unwanted comments from the brothers. The hot water had smoothened my skin and relaxed my tensed muscles. Running away wouldn't help. I tried it. A couple of times. They'd always found me and I blamed my stupid angel connection for revealing my hiding places. "Sam?" He was still sitting in front of his laptop, writing a text I definitely wasn't interested in. "Sammy…?" I teased and with a sigh he finally turned away from his beloved notebook.

"What?" He raised a brow, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"I was just wondering if I could…you know…come along with the two of you. I'd like to kick some shape shifters ass." My still damp hair had left a wet spot on my back but I barely even noticed it, after showering I'd thrown on some shorts and a shirt which I was not too sure about if it was even mine.

"No. You heard what Dean said earlier." He was about to turn around again.

"Yeah right. HE said it but YOU didn't and I thought I could decide myself. At this Vampire nest…you told that next time I could decide whether I want to come along or not and Dean…where is he?" I looked around, puzzled. By the time I'd left for the bathroom he was still sitting on a chair by the table, beer bottle in his hand.

"He left to grab a few drinks." Sam sad, focused on his text again. Great. That way I'd never get a chance to go on a hunt with them.

I decided to put on some jeans, changed the wet grey shirt and put on a black top instead over which I was wearing a flannel shirt. "I'll go see if I can find him." I turned around to Sam who was just nodding, still focused on whatever there was on his notebook. Shaking my head I left the room, closed the door behind me and headed over to the bar. Since the Impala was still in the same place where Dean had left it I knew he could only be in this bar, he'd go nowhere without his "baby".
The scent of sweat and alcohol mixed with cigarettes filled my nose as soon as I'd opened the door. A guy squeezed himself through the door at the same time as I was going in, he didn't even bother to apologize and just left. I looked around, trying to spot Dean somewhere, the bar wasn't crowed but the lightning was dimmed and the smoke made it even harder to find a single person. "Grace!" I spun around, confused at first but then I spotted him and made my way over to the small booth on the left hand side. "Hey Dean. What are you doing here, all alone?" I raised a brow but then I realised that he wasn't alone at all. He was sat next to the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. And me being me I stood there and stared. "You're beautiful." I whispered.

"Yeah, Cas here is a real looker." Just then I realized I'd said my thoughts out loud. Dean grinned but I was still too fascinated by what I saw not just that he was beautiful himself, no.

"Your wings…" I finally managed to say.

There were three things happening at the same time. (1) I blushed, not knowing what else to say and then there was (2) Dean who looked at me like I was insane and then (3) that angel dude with his black hair and his sky-like blue eyes who jumped up and dragged me into a corner.

"I…I…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you in any-"The way he looked at me made me pause.

"My wings?" He asked, his head slightly tilted to the side. It was cute in some way but I knew this was serious so I nodded.

"I mean Dean doesn't seemed too impressed by it…" Neither does anyone else here in this room. I thought to myself. "Wait…you're not…showing them off are you?"

He didn't look like he understood what I said so I repeated it. "You're not letting anyone see them, right?" I tried again, my hands buried in the pockets of my jeans.

"Right." He said and nodded, looking at me again.

"So how come I see them?"

"Crap." I spun around, focusing on Dean. "What? Someone drank your beer?"

He shook his head, stayed serious. I sighed and looked at the angel again.

"So how come I see them?" I repeated, my voice a little shaky.

"Did you ever heard of the closer bond a human could achieve by being dead and brought back to live or by simply being touched by an angel, by being-"

"Like having a guardian angel? Someone who watches over you?" I asked, still confused. What had that to do with his wings?

"More like soul mates." The angel looked at me as if at the same time he'd explain it to himself. "Only a human who shares a true, pure bond with an angel can see their wings."

And then, with only this small sentence everything I thought I knew began to shatter.