I fought to stay in the dark. It was warm and gentle, and I couldn't remember the pain that had driven me there. The outside world was persistent, though, dragging me to the surface.

I was in a hospital bed. I could feel the cheap mattress and hear nurses gossiping in the hall, smell antiseptic and drugs and human fear and sadness. I could also hear a pair of strong, steady heartbeats next to me. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes.

"What are you?"

I met his eyes. "Dean," and to his brother: "Sam. I'm Jett."

"You're not human," Dean bit out. "So what are you?" He held a bottle of water up, poised to throw.

"Holy water won't hurt me, you know."

He splashed me with it anyway. Steam started rising off me in curls, but I couldn't feel it. "That was a waste."

Sam was staring at me, obviously puzzled. "How...?"

"I'm half human. This is my real body," I explained.

"Like an Antichrist?"

"Not that kind of half," I replied.

He didn't look reassured. "There's so much about this that doesn't make sense."

"Let me put it this way. You know how demons have to possess a human body to walk the earth?"

They nodded.

"What if a demon could create her own vessel? Her own, human, body?"

Dean stared at me, while Sam shifted uneasily.

"She was my mother," I whispered. "She seduced a human man."

"So you're a half-breed freak," Dean summarized.

"Thank you," I shot back sarcastically.

"But why did a bunch of vampires attack you?" Sam asked.

I picked at the thin blanket, not meeting their eyes.

"Answer the question," Dean barked.

"I... made a deal. With a demon named Darius. The vamps worked for him."

"What was the deal?" Sam.

"That I would be his personal assassin for a year. It was almost up."

"So, why...?"

"I didn't do a job," I spat out defiantly. "Do you want to know who I wouldn't kill?"

They were silent, waiting.

"You two. You were my assignment."

They looked at each other.

"Look, I'm grateful for your help," I bit out. "But if you don't mind, just make a decision already. Kill me or leave me."

"I don't think so." Dean. "No, you're going to stick with us for a while. There's something you're not telling us."

"That's personal. And I'm not gonna just spill my life story because you ask, okay?"

A long, tense moment passed.

Finally Dean said, "I know how we can learn more."

I glanced up. "What?"

"Cas. He can look at your soul. What do you think, Sam?"

I shrank into myself. An angel?

"Let's get her out of here first."

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, then stood. I had already healed from my earlier altercation. "I don't like this at all."

"Too bad," Dean replied.

I froze, battling embarrassment. "Um... I don't have any clothes, do I?"

They looked at each other quickly. "You were out for twelve hours. Sam got you clothes."

Sam handed me a plastic bag; I found black cargo pants and a white tank top inside. "Uh, thanks." I darted into the bathroom and changed quickly, then looked in the mirror. I was tall for a girl, about 5'10", with straight black hair, pretty features, and golden amber eyes. I had a muscular hourglass figure. All of it came from my mother, and I hated my reflection.

As soon as I was ready, I stepped out, wishing all this was just a twisted nightmare. That Logan was still alive and I wasn't taking orders from two men who instinctively despised me. Above all, that I wasn't headed to see an angel, who would probably try to kill me. It was no comfort that there would be none who mourned me.

Sam and Dean were quiet as we slipped past the nurse at the door and walked to the Impala. None of us felt like chatting. As soon as Sam pulled out of the parking lot, I curled up on the backseat and closed my eyes, settling in for as long as the drive lasted. For the first few minutes, I heard them quietly discussing where to head next- something about avoiding Darius for now. Then I drifted off, craving oblivion.