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Chapter One

A wild knocking at the door of the Winchester's motel room broke the silence inside, making the three of us start. I unconsciously mirrored Dean's movements, the pair of us looking up from where we both were cleaning our personal weapons. Sam stood from where he sat with his laptop to answer the door, even as the visitor outside knocked more wildly than before. Whoever it was sounded most insistent, almost scared, judging by the scared whimpers coupling the knocking.

Almost as soon as the door was opened, a small and distinctly female body practically fell in, looking scared for her very life. Alarm bells went off in my head, and before I knew what I was doing, I had the woman pressed against the far wall, my katana pressed to her throat as I restrained her.

"JENNA! JEN! WHOA! What the hell do you think you're DOING?" Sam demanded, as he attempted to pull me from the much smaller woman.

He could not move me, as determined as I was, but still I looked up at him angrily, never loosening my grip upon the woman.

"This woman is a demon, Sam! How could you let her in?" I asked, as I glanced back at the smaller woman I held restrained.

At 5'8" I towered over the demon, yet still she seemed much bigger than me. Her demonic aura made her seem much larger than her true height, and it sent chills through me. I merely put it down to the fact that my hunter senses were reacting to her, along with Castiel's dislike and mistrust of anything demonic, mixing in with my own emotions through the link we shared. Seemingly, as I was to find out, the mistrust was not one sided.

"Jenna, this is Ruby! She's alright! She's on our side!" Sam insisted, trying to pull me off of Ruby once again.

"Better do as he says, Jenna, is it? Besides, no offence, but you stink of angel!" Ruby gritted out, dark eyes narrowed at me, small nose turned up as though in disgust at the seeming stench of angel.

"Take that back, demon bitch! Angels do not stink!" I hissed into her face, not relinquishing my grip on her by one inch, prepared to defend the honor of Castiel at all costs.

I could not abide a demon calling my angel smelly.

"Touched a nerve did I?" Ruby smiled at me uncaring considering how close to death she was coming. "You reek of angel flesh, girl! What's the matter? Are you shacking up with a fellow angel?"

"Ruby, that's enough!" Dean barked, from where he still sat on his bed. "Or I'll shoot you myself!"

From the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes, I could tell he did not like, nor trust Ruby as far as he could throw her and that helped to mollify me somewhat. Reluctantly I let the demon go, but something she had said stayed with me.

"What do you mean - fellow angel?" I asked her.

Ruby merely snorted as though I should already know the answer to that one, rolling her eyes as she did so, but made no attempt to answer me.

"Why are you here, Ruby?" Dean asked the demon, not looking pleased by her presence in the room.

In Dean, at least, I could see I had an ally, although Dean, unlike me, did not have to deal with two people's dislike in one body. I could feel Castiel inside me, his disgust, his disapproval at the proximity of a demon - the enemy - among us. My hand itched with Castiel's need to smite her down where she stood. Ruby flinched slightly away from me, as though she was aware of the conflict inside me, the borrowed power from Castiel and the movement was not lost on Sam.

He eyed me dubiously before he said - "What are you doing to her, Jen?"

"I am doing nothing, not yet, but Castiel would sure like to. And it's Jenna!" I automatically corrected, not liking it when Sam used Castiel's pet name for me.

I only liked it when Cas called me Jen - it made the pet name seem more special - more ours. Dean had to smile at that, because for a moment I sounded like his own brother then - when Sam insisted it was "Sam" and not "Sammy."

Sam frowned but said nothing, merely turned back to Ruby, touching her cheek fondly, and I hissed out a breath at that. The movement seemed too intimate, too well practiced to be anything other than what it looked like to me right then.

"You gotta be freaking kidding me! You .... and HER?" I said, in disbelief, pointing at the demon, without looking at her.

"It's no worse than what you're doing with Castiel, Jenna!" Sam shot back angrily.

"Sam, he's an ANGEL, not a freaking demon!" I said, in disgust.

"OKAY!! TIME OUT! Enough already! Ruby, why don't you just tell us why the hell you're here - no pun intended - then get the hell out, before Jenna kills you!" Dean interjected, a ring of authority in his voice that told her he'd join me if she didn't do as he said.

Once again, I felt that curious itch in my hand from Castiel wanting to smite her and I even went as far as to lift my hand slightly; a gesture that Ruby was quick to notice.

"You wouldn't!" she said, actually backing away from me, dark eyes wide in fear, as though she was truly frightened of me and what she perceived I could do.

At my hard look, she nodded too quickly at Dean, before she said - "Okay! Alastair's in town. I just came here to tell you that, as I thought you should know. He's after me, and won't rest until he has me in his clutches again! He mentioned something about wanting me to help with breaking of some seals or something. He's set his lackeys after me, to track me."

"And?" I asked, uncaring of the demon's plight, unbending in my lack of sympathy for whom I considered someone who should be destroyed.

Although I knew about the seals, - as did Dean and Sam by proxy - I did not know about Ruby's potential involvement in the breaking of them. Seemingly neither did Castiel or Uriel, or surely they would have mentioned it to me.

"And I came here to ask for Sam and Dean's protection! I did not know you would be here, or even who you are," Ruby said, eyeing me dubiously, as though she was still frightened that I would smite her. "Don't you care? I may lose my life here to the Picasso of Hell, and you stand there, condemning me to Alastair's razor? I thought angels were supposed to be a forgiving bunch. Obviously I was wrong!"

Sam was eyeing me dubiously, but Dean didn't look fazed by my attitude. Then again, he'd had more dealings with Castiel than Sam had - and the way I was acting now, was oddly reminiscent of Castiel himself. Even I had to admit that.

"What is wrong with you, Jenna? You're acting like ... " and Sam cut off his own sentence that he'd been about to speak.

"Like what?" I asked, turning to face him, giving good blank face.

"Like an angel. Like Uriel .... " Sam said reluctantly. "Like Castiel ... "

I did not have an answer for that - I did not know of one suitable right now. Too many thoughts were whirling in my head, too many emotions crowding my senses, and the compulsion just to smite and smite hard was almost too much to bear. My obvious dislike of the other female was just that - obvious - and I wondered how wise it was for me to remain in the room with her.

"You're supposed to kill demons, Samuel, not sleep with them, not protect them," I said, slowly, sounding more like Castiel than myself - even to my own ears.

"How much of this is you talking, Jenna, and not Castiel? Whatever the case may be, I think you should leave the room, at least while Ruby is here," Sam said, quietly and perhaps a little sensibly at that point in time.

I stared up at him, then turned my gaze onto Dean, who nodded slowly, almost regretfully at me.

"I think he's right, Jenna!" he said quietly. "I'll come get you when we're sorted here."

I pressed my lips together in disapproval, another gesture I'd picked up from Castiel, before I nodded my head slowly in acquiescence at the trio before me.

"As you wish!" I said, tightly, before I passed first Sam, then Dean.

Usually only able to truly pick up on how Castiel was feeling through the link we shared as soul mates, I couldn't escape picking up on the tension emanating from Sam, the agreement of solidarity coming from Dean ... and finally the fear - of me - baking off Ruby herself. She bowed her head as I passed and I considered at least poking her to see what she would do, but resisted the temptation.

What was she so frightened of concerning me? She seemed far too frightened of me, considering I was but a mere human to her demon ... Maybe she could sense the connection I had with angels, just as she said she could - I remembered again her comment on how I reeked of angel flesh. She was scared of my close and unbreakable connection with Castiel, no doubt.

Little did I know just then how wrong I actually was in my assumptions....