AN- Soooo. I just realized that I said Raynea is a siren, and I don't budge on that. But to avoid further confusion on that, sirens in this fic is a term used to refer to really powerful nephilims. Not that other kind, the kind that feed of sexual energy and all. Just to clarify that.

Also…. FINALLY MY EXAMS ARE OVER!

But, I have entrance exams to clear, and I need to get Rank 1-4 to get into the Law colleges I want. Bah. Apparently, since many people get the same score, ranks can be similar. And I HAVE to get into my dream college. HAVE TO.

And my other dream college has only 48 seats, out of which maybe 32 are general category…. With 22 million odd people applying…. (actually 22 lakh, but this is a rough estimate for non Indians). SO I am SCREWED.

But I really want a review. Even if it's a pity review. PULEEEEZZZZZ….

Thanks. Hope you guys enjoy. Cas's entrance!

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She vowed to protect them,

To answer their cries,

To keep them away,

From the midnight tides,

And his bright blue eyes watched,

He was the day.

Her blue eyes faded,

And she was the night.

-Me (again)

Raynea seemed utterly calm as she walked them into their motel room after freaking the receptionist out with the blood on her. Sam and Dean both sat on a bed each and Raynea seemed adamant on standing. There was a brief silence.

"So… who were those guys?"

"Your Serial killers. Siren Hunters gone bad. You boys have quite the bounty on your head," she replied calmly. "Especially now that you're an 'abomination' and you're 'the One'."

Sam flinched at the name. Dean glared at her.

"Cool it Dean. It seems you've forgotten that according to the same angels, I'm a 'mistake'." Dean seemed to immediately cool down.

"What do you mean Bounty? Like…. Money?"

Raynea rolled her eyes. "Humans," she muttered.

"Oi, you're half-human too you know!" said Dean.

"My thought processes lean more towards the angel side. I prefer to avoid emotions, which are what make you human, am I not right?" she replied smoothly.

"Bounty…?"

"Siren's aren't interested in money. We don't really need it. We can deal without it quite brilliantly. But Sirens of THAT sort want power. Most steer clear away from that. But these boys are power-junkies. Angels generally don't mix with us Half-breeds," she said, and both boys flinched at the cool, calculated way she demeaned her own race.

"Demons of course, are only too happy to use us as pawns. Though, I believe your personal Angel should be able to tell you about them better than me," she said, looking straight at Dean.

"Castiel?" he said, confused, and the angel appeared behind her.

"What are you doing with a half-breed, Dean and Sam?" he said, frowning at her.

"What are you doing following the whims and fancies of humans, angel?" she replied, moving slightly to get herself a beer from her bag.

Castiel seemed confused for a moment.

"Raynea was telling us about… um, Sirens?" said Sam, unsure of how to phrase it.

"Oppenheimer clan," she said helpfully before tossing both boys a can and holding out one to the angel.

"I do not drink," he stated, and she shrugged. "Your loss."

"What do you know of the Oppenheimer clan, Cas?" said Dean.

Cas frowned. "They were a very affluent group of Hunter Sirens who went bad. They were rumoured to be after you two, but they were suddenly found dead of natural causes. All of them," said Cas.

"You're welcome," said Raynea.

"No one Thanked you?" said Castiel, confused again, tilting his head.

Raynea looked at him disbelievingly.

"Our Cas here doesn't quite understand Human behavior."

"That's obvious," she stated, took a long chug from her can.

"I'm the one that took them out. I may or may not have mentioned it to these two earlier," she said, and tossed the can, which fell straight into the bin.

"They died of natural causes," stated Cas again.

"Yes, because of my POWERS," she replied, looking quite bored of this conversation.

"What did you mean by Level 12 on the Jones scale?" said Dean. Raynea froze and glanced at Cas, who had gone rigid as well. Dean bit his tongue. He had said something the woman obviously preferred to keep silent.

"Siren powers are measured using the Jones scale. The closer to 1 the level is, the higher the chance of that person living a normal human life. The highest is ten," she said, looking slightly defeated.

"But you're a 12," said Sam, frowning.

"Princess Raina Pendragon, ruler of the Siren courts and the Head of the Hunter Clans," said Castiel, this time with a tinge of animosity.

"Shut up, I never hurt you angels, Castiel. So don't you DARE hold that against me. Anyway, I prefer Raynea. It offers more anonymity," she said, glaring at the man.

"You said there were two courts..?" said Dean, now utterly confused.

"There are. The two courts fight, and as the Head of the Hunter Clans, I can hunt them all down. It's kind of a given that they'll fight, considering the polarity of their natures, but I ensure that it doesn't go beyond a healthy point. Kinda like high school politics. As part of a court, it's a natural phenomena that there will be people scheming against each other, but I ensure that their fights do not effect humans. My role as both Ruler of the Courts and Head of the Hunter Clans is to keep the two worlds separate. However of late, it's been proving difficult since you came back from Hell."

Castiel had seated himself on a couch, and was listening and then said, "Why are you here? Are they in danger?"

Instead of mocking him for not knowing, as Dean knew he would have done in her place, Raynea merely shrugged.

"Why do either of us do anything, Angel? Orders, of course," she replied, and Dean rolled his eyes.

"Dad told her to," said Sam.

"And how do you know she's not a demon?" said Cas, frowning again.

"Have you killed me yet?" she said, not really looking interested, and she put her bag of the small study table.

"No?" said Cas confused again.

"Then I'm not one. Now, I'm going for a bath and then I will go to sleep. If you touch my stuff and try looking at my underwear, Angel, I will castrate you."

With that, she wandered into the bathroom.

"Anyone else find it amusing that she said that to Cas and not me?" said Dean, laughing, as Cas looked at the place she had been standing, still mildly confused.

"Why would I want to see her underwear?" he asked, and Dean's chuckles became full out guffaws and Sam shook his head and sighed.

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Raynea stepped out in her night wear to see the Dean and Sam were explaining something to Castiel.

She rolled her eyes.

"I'm taking the sofa. I'm an insomniac anyway," she said calmly, and the two Winchesters turned to take in her boxer shorts and baggy shirt.

"Wow. I thought you'd go to sleep in something more…sexy," said Dean, his lips twitching.

Raynea raised her eyebrow elegantly and said, "Like a leather ensemble? Don't worry, if you stick around, you'll see that real soon. And I'm not going to sleep naked in a room full of men."

Castiel nodded to himself. "See! That made complete sense to me! I'm not a baby in a trench coat!"

"Just a very misplaced angel," said Raynea calmly as she settled down on the couch.

"See! She gets it!" said Castiel, pointing at her.

Dean sighed. "Remember what I said about sarcasm, Cas? I'm pretty sure that's Raynea's mother tongue."

"So… she didn't mean it?"

Raynea sighed. "If I give you a book on human traits tomorrow, Angel, will you shut up?" she said, pulling out what looked like a thick novel.

"Why does everyone keep telling me to shut up?"

"Perhaps you talk too much?" she asked amiably, keeping it on the table behind her head.

There was a pause, and then Cas said, "She's being sarcastic again, isn't she?"

Raynea sighed and closed her eyes, knowing fully well that sleep would not come.

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