"You are a raving psychopa….. What did you just do!?" I yelled after I was teleported from my immaculate dorm room to a run down, dirty, trashed, and very cheap motel room.

"Cas, really. As you can see we are researching here." I hear from the smaller guy of the two in a unexpectingly gruff voice. "Who is this chick anyway?" he asked. He looked up and saw me. It looked as if he sobered up when he saw me.

"I have no idea what is going on here! And by the way, my name is Alexis Blair. A normal college student at Stanford! " I yelled as I start cleaning the motel room. "I was just freaking teleported from California to where exactly? I don't have a clue who you or this freaky 'Cas' is. I apparently need medical he-"

"Whoa there." I hear from the guy at the other end of the room say trying to calm me down."It's okay." He started walking over to me in a protective stance. "My name is Sam. His name is Dean." Dean waved halfheartedly. " And this is Castiel. We" pointing to Dean and himself " are brothers and Cas is an angel." He explained as if this was normal. I could tell that he actually looked concerned for me, from my psych classes.

"Okay, like the Supernatural books." I replied in a shaky voice.

"Damn those books" shouted Dean. " How many people actually read those?!"

"A lot" I said as I started to calm down from my initial anxiety attack.

"I guess we have a lot to discuss." Sam said. "Hey Cas, can we talk to you alone for a moment?" He asked.

"Sure" he said while he was walking towards the door.

The boys walk outside the motel room and left Alex alone in the room. She was cleaning and freaking out as she was trying to process all of this new information. They went into the cheap gravel parking lot. "So what is she?" Sam asked. "I think she is a descendant of an angel" replied Cas.

"Like a fallen angel or something?" questioned Dean.

"No, a half angel, half mortal child. This has never happened before. I don't know who's daughter she is." Cas answered in a concerned tone.

"Does she know?" Sam asked.

"Sadly, no."

"We need to figure out how powerful she is. She could be dangerous."

"We need to tell her and train her. She will be in danger." Dean said in a hurried tone as he started running towards their motel room.

"By all means, Dean."

Dean ran in and then stopped rapidly. "Wow, you did all of this while we were outside?" "Yeah, I was having an anxiety attack in here so I cleaned the place." I replied. The room had wrappers, beer bottles, random stains from god knows where and I had to do something about it. "How did you get the stains out?" Dean asked. I held up a bottle of stain remover from my bag. "I carry this with me at all times."

"You are awesome." Dean said under his breath but I could hear. I tucked a piece of loose hair behind my ear. By now the other boys had strolled into the newly cleaned room and their mouths hung open with awe. "Why did you run in here so fast? Is there something you need to tell me?" "Actually yes. Do you know who or should I say what you are?" Dean questioned.

"I'm not human?" I said.

"Yes, well, no, well sort of." Dean stumbled on his words. "You're half human, half angel."

"I'm what now?! My mom and dad are both humans and only know about this universe because of my rambling and obsession about the books before I left for college!"

"Actually, you are adopted." Cas chimed in with a cold, unaffectionate tone.

"No, no, no. This can't be. This can't be real." I doubted their every word. I stumbled into the wooden chair by the table. Castiel turned to the brothers, Sam and Dean, and was whispering. I could hear them arguing about some kind of 'treatment' for me, to figure out what I am, I guess.

"Dean, I am going to need your belt." Cas said.

"Why?"

"She needs something to bite down on."

"Why do I need something to bite down on?" I asked.

"This process will be excruciating, but it has to be done." He replied.

"What process?" I asked as Dean took off his belt.

"We need to figure out who your angelic father is, and how powerful you are."

"Okay, just-" I turned away. "Make it quick." I could see Sam and Dean turning their heads away. Castiel pushed up his trenchcoat sleeve and prepared for this 'process'. He then pushed his hand into my stomach like it was butter. I couldn't explain what having an angel reach into your body is like. The best I could say is it was like having open heart surgery without anesthetics. Right before I was about to pass out he pulled his hand out. I started to close my eyes but Dean ran over and picked me up.

"You can't fall asleep. It's sort of like having a concussion, if you sleep with a concussion you may be in a coma, but if you fall asleep after this, you might die." Dean said.

"I didn't get a father, but I looked at her soul. It's beautiful. One of the best souls I've ever seen."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"It means you are the closest a person can get having a perfect soul without being a full angel. You are more holy than any soul I've seen." Cas looked wide eyed, as if I was a celebrity.

"I've never really been a true church person though. I just always follow the rules."

"You can be a very powerful vessel. You are also so much more powerful than I thought."

"Have you done any unexplainable things before?" Sam insisted.

"One time a long time ago…"