"We've got to do something about him!"
Sam commented as he sat down in a huff. Dean looked up from his nearly empty pie tin. He finished his mouth full of pie before speaking to his younger brother.
"Yeah we do Sam. But what's the plan? All he does is sit in there and glare at us. Can't believe that I am saying this but I wouldn't mind his endless chatter."
Sam nodded before looking back to the archangel. It seemed weird to see Gabriel looking vacantly at the wall in front of him
"Yeah, same here. I told him yesterday that I would listen to him talk about anything he wanted. He just glared at me before walking off ."
Dean leaned back in his chair wanting to lick the pie tin but decided not to so he wouldn't get that silent disapproving expression that Sam made so well.
"Well what do we do?"
The room was silent for a few moments longer until Jack walked into the room. He looked over his shoulder at his uncle. From the time that Gabriel showed up, Jack had made it his personal mission to figure out how to repair him.
"Sam! Dean! I think I found someone that might be able to help Gabriel!"
Both Sam and Dean immediately looked up at Jack. Feeling hopeful yet a little doubtful, Dean leaned back in his chair.
"Yeah? Well what do you have?"
Jack grinned clearly thrilled that Dean was interested in something that he had to say.
"I had a vision about a girl…"
Dean instantly rolled his eyes and held his hand up.
"Nope! The last thing that he needs is a girl right now. He didn't need a girl the last time that we saw him. Gabriel needs a sign that says don't date me. I am dangerous."
Sam gave his brother a disapproving head shake after noticing Jack's clearly depressed mood. The poor boy looked down at his feet.
"Dean, stop. Jack, go on. I would like to hear what you have to offer."
Jack's eyes rolled back up to the younger Winchester. He appeared more hopeful at Sam's encouragement.
"Anyway, um I had a vision about a girl that could definitely bring him out of his shell and heal the wounds that…what is it you call Asmodeus?"
Dean pipped in before Sam could speak.
"Evil Colonel Sanders."
Jack smirked. He really enjoyed all of the jokes that the Winchesters came up with. Even Dean's love of cowboys could be funny
"Right. Evil Colonel Sanders….the chicken guy…..you know I would really like some chicken later…"
Dean scowled.
"Jack, back on subject."
Jack grinned.
"Of course, I'm sorry. Like I was saying, I think this girl has a lot of power that could help Gabriel. I mean it will take time but there is definite potential. We need that. He needs that."
Dean stood up going to the refrigerator for a beer.
"So what makes this girl so special? Does she have magic lady bits or something?"
Jack gave Sam a confused expression. Sam sighed, putting a hand over his face waiving Jack's pending questions off. Cas could explain that one when he came home.
"Jack, tell us more about the girl please."
Jack nodded.
"She's a nephilim, like me. In the vision she came across as Gabriel's soulmate."
The sound of Dean's beer bottle hitting the floor in the kitchen made Sam and Jack both jump. Dean quickly walked back in to the room.
"Did you say nephilim? Like there is more of you?"
Jack nodded.
"I think she may be the only other one."
Sam leaned back in his chair before running a hand through his hair. Forgetting his spilled beer, Dean sat down focusing his attention back on Jack.
"So we are about to play love connection or cupid? What can you tell me about her?"
Jack's brow furrowed.
"If they are soul mates I suppose we will find out. I can't say a lot on that one. She's on her own. Like me, her mother died when she was born. From what I have gathered she was raised by a grandparent. I think that she has been trying to lay low and appear as human as possible."
Dean rolled his eyes, taking a sip of a fresh beer that Sam had brought him.
"Jeez, I wonder why?"
"Dean."
Sam grumbled. Dean shrugged. Keeping his sarcasm under wrap at the moment was difficult. Now there was another nephilim running around and she could possibly be winding up in the bunker. Dean rolled his eyes for the thousandth time that day. The bunker was getting too damn full and about to get fuller.
"Tell me something Jack. Who is her father?"
Jack looked thoughtful for a moment. He tilted his head.
"Balthazar."
Both Sam and Dean's mouths dropped. Clearly they had never expected to see this one coming! The last they knew Balthazar was dead.
"Are you sure?"
Sam questioned. Jack nodded.
"This vision doesn't lie. I also don't think that Balthazar is dead. If he died, he's been brought back somehow. Something tells me that he doesn't know about her and she doesn't know anything about him."
Dean stood. He walked around the room a moment before stopping with a smirk.
"Yeah, I can believe that one. Balthazar doesn't have much care for humans. Unless it pertains to humping them or hating the Titanic movie. Ugh Sam, if we see him again please don't mention Celine Dion."
Sam meanwhile, was laughing quietly. He didn't notice Jack's confused expression.
"Celine Dion?"
Dean nodded.
"Don't EVER mention her around him. Balthazar will have a melt down."
Jack shrugged before going back to his original conversation.
"Her name is Molly. I really think that we should move on this one."
Dean looked over his shoulder at Sam. Clearly Sam was considering everything. This girl could be something very useful. She could very well be the key that got Gabriel back to 100%. On the other hand however, if she was anything like her father then all hell could soon be breaking loose. Getting Gabriel back to himself and her being like Balthazar seemed the the perfect ingredients to a big ole pot of crazy!
Sam sighed before speaking.
"Well Jack if you think this is a good idea then we should probably go with it."
Dean raised his eyebrows. He was clearly not the least bit happy
"Lets get this over with."
Dean didn't wait for Jack or Sam to object before getting his bag. He looked over at his shoulder at Gabriel who hadn't moved for quite some time.
"Keep holding that couch down. We'll be back later."
Dean shrugged when Gabriel only looked at him blinking.
"Its alright don't say anything."
Dean could only hope that this Molly girl would be able to do something amazing. If she could work a miracle and wasn't some crazy angel like her father then he could look over the fact that she was Balthazar's daughter. One could only hope that this wasn't opening the door for crazy…
some time later….
Molly stood waiting for the signal to cross the street. She looked down at her feet hoping to avoid anyone's attention. The last thing that she wanted was to lock eyes with anyone and them suspect that she was different. Avoiding people was the story of her life. Molly knew what she was for as long as she could remember. Although she never just walked up to someone and said, "Hey I am a half breed angel" people still knew something was off. She never fit in with her counterparts.
It never mattered how much her grandparents tried to make her feel normal; nothing worked. They tried everything! They tried girl scouts, swimming lessons, acting class but little stuck. The only thing that really sparked Molly's interest was ballet. After a few lessons she was hook and that was the only thing that Molly did after that. Ballet didn't have to involve dealing with other people. In fact, it could keep her even more isolated if she did solo dances.
After her grandparents died, Molly isolated herself even further. She remained in the dance academy that her grandfather paid a ridiculous tuition on. Molly did it partially to keep some sense of normalcy in her life. If she kept going to dance class and school then she could easily pretend that her grandparents were still alive.
Once they died, Molly immediately felt abandoned yet again. Her grandparents and mother's deaths wasn't chosen abandonment. They clearly had no choice in the matter. Her father on the other hand was different. Molly knew next to nothing about her father. She had never even seen a picture of him nor knew what his name was. The subject of her father and his true nature wasn't spoken of in the house. Her grandmother would cross herself anytime that there was a mention of the man. Her grandfather would just get up and leave the room.
Molly often wondered as a child if her father even knew about her. Something told her that he either didn't know or didn't care. As she grew into adulthood, Molly stopped wondering and stopped caring. He was an angel and clearly didn't care about the half breed child that he created. No need to dwell on it.
"Molly?"
Her eyes winded at the sound of her name. Molly turned seeing three men behind her. None of them looked familiar. They definitely were not from her dance school!
"Depends who's asking."
She stated cautiously. The youngest of the three stepped up cheerfully before giving her a small wave.
"Hello, I'm Jack."
Molly nodded.
"Uh huh. Do I know you three? Look I'm kinda in a hurry there. I have to…"
The tallest one stepped up.
"We know. You're busy but we really need your help."
Molly raised an eyebrow as they looked at her like she had sprouted three heads. What she didn't know was Sam and Dean was checking her out to see how much like Balthazar actually was. So far all they got was the same eyes and dirty blonde hair. That appeared to be about it. Molly seemed serious as she focused her attention on Sam.
"How do you know me?"
Sam had glanced at Jack hoping he had something better to say. Dean meanwhile, stepped up.
"We know what you are and we need to talk to you."
Molly frowned harder before appearing to become annoyed.
"Excuse me? What I am?"
Dean nodded.
"You're a nephilim."
Molly knew that she could easily take this man out but was it worth it? She clenched her fingers holding back the urge to attack.
"How do you know that, human?"
Jack again stepped forward upon sensing her hostility building.
"I am like you. "
Molly looked back to Jack with a careful expression.
"Jack, right?"
Jack nodded. Molly took a breath before looking across the street to a park that was for the most part empty.
"There's a park over there. Its usually empty. The older people that come out for their morning power walks should be gone by now. If you three are here to kill me, do it away from the humans."
Molly didn't give the Winchesters or Jack a chance to respond before walking in the direction of the park.
"The hell?"
Dean muttered to Sam before taking off after Molly. It seemed like he almost have to break into a run to keep up with the girl.
"Hey! STOP!"
Dean shouted as he finally caught up. Molly turned looking at him with cold eyes that instantly reminded Dean of your typical angel.
"What?"
She snapped. Sam and Jack had finally caught up at this point as well.
"Why would we want to kill you?"
Molly chuckled.
"Well let see here….junior over there is a nephilim and you two are hunters. Let's just say angels don't view, shorty and I as worth too much."
Sam shook his head.
"No! We don't' want to hurt you at all. If we didn't like nephilim then why would we have him with us?"
Molly shrugged.
"Fair point. So what do you want with me?"
Jack started talking again.
"We were here to ask for help but it looks like you need some help yourself."
Molly shook her head.
"I am just fine and dandy thank you."
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Cut the crap princess. You're alone and vulnerable. What are you going to do when some angels show up to come after you? Pray for the best? I don't think so. We can help keep you safe if you agree to help us."
Dean was fighting the urge to tell Jack to just throw the girl over his shoulder and take her back. Something about kidnapping didn't sound like such a good idea though.
"You're kind of a prick, you know that? Maybe you should go to IKEA and assemble yourself a personality."
Molly hissed at Dean.
"Yeah, I've heard that a few times. Trust me sweetheart you are no gem yourself. I am just getting too old for games. I'm Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam. Yeah, we are hunters. We also know that you are a nephilim. We need some help with this angel we have. Jack had a vision that you could help him. He's kind of on the….unfortunate side after dealing with the prince of hell. We also knew your father. You help us fix our friend and we will keep you safe. It also looks like you need some help with your powers. We can help with that?"
Molly's eyes widened at the mention of the word father. Her blue eyes focused on Dean.
"You know my father?"
Dean nodded.
"Yeah, we do. If you help us maybe we can get him around. He's kind of an obnoxious, pretentious jerk."
Molly scoffed but was internally going into hyper drive. They knew her father. He was actually in existence. Even if he was a giant pompous prick she could at least see him and maybe get some questions answered. It was worth a shot right?
Sam began talking at this point. Maybe Dean's bad cop routine wouldn't get them anywhere
"You won't have to be alone anymore. I understand that you have had to be a different and be on your own. You don't have to live like that anymore. We are all different. Each of us has something that makes us different and those differences makes us unique. Please."
Jack came in right behind Sam.
"Molly, I know its hard…being like us. Its confusing, dangerous, and you can't help wondering who you belong with. I'm still getting used to everything myself. I can assure you though, these guys, are really good people. They are my family and if you come with us you can have a family too. You won't have to worry about hiding what gifts you were given at birth. We can help you understand everything."
Molly was quiet for a few minutes. She was clearly thinking about everything that they were all saying.
"Are you going to hog tie me and throw me into a white van if I say no?"
Dean frowned.
"We aren't psychos."
Molly smiled at that. She could foresee a good friendship with Dean in the making. The smart ass of a man seemed like he could compliment her easily.
"I have nothing to lose. One condition."
Dean nodded.
"Name it."
"If I want to leave, you have to let me."
Jack gave her a thumbs up.
"Deal!"
Sam and Dean gave him a frown but quickly agreed.
"Deal."
They both said reluctantly
some time later….
Walking into the bunker Dean lugged Molly's suite case down the stairs before looking back at her.
"Son of a bitch woman do you have a rock collection?"
Molly shook her head as she took off her jacket.
"I like to read. Well what do you know this really is a bunker."
Sam chuckled.
"You thought we were joking?"
Molly shrugged.
"I figured you were doing something cute like how people name their cars. This is pretty neat."
Dean meanwhile, sat the suite cases down wanting nothing more then to go find a beer and a heating pad. When he noticed Gabriel still sitting on the couch Dean decided to put the master plan into play.
"Molly, come with me please. You kept asking what you could help us with…well here you go."
Dean pulled Molly into the room as Gabriel stood up. His golden eyes focused on Molly before going wide. Dean wondered if he was awe struck or if he had just realized that Molly was a nephilim? As much as Dean wanted to make a cupid joke he decided against it.
"Gabriel this is Molly. Molly this is Gabriel, he's the one we need some help with."
Molly looked at him with wide eyes. She ignored the curious expression that Dean gave her as she focused on the angel in front of her. Immediately she was on guard but at the same time he felt different. He didn't seem like the few angels she had encountered in her life. There was also this strange tug that seemed to be pulling her to him.
"So does he talk?"
Dean chuckled.
"Well we were hoping that you could help with that."
Molly blinked a few times.
"Dean, can I talk to you over there?"
Dean nodded before following Molly across the room. She flipped her dark blonde hair over her shoulder before leaning close.
"Dean, I am pretty cool with you already because I think we have a lot of the same thinking but you do realize that I am no doctor right?"
Dean laughed.
"Yeah, we got that memo. Look kid, we have some faith in you. We wouldn't have spent all this afternoon tracking you down like a bunch of creeps if we didn't. I may have been a dick back at that park but I think you can help and I think he can help you. Give it a shot?"
Molly looked back over her shoulder at Gabriel, who was starring at her with wide golden awe struck eyes.
Why does he have to be so adorable?
She thought before turning back to Dean.
"All right Winchester. You have yourself a deal."