Chapter Two

Sorry for the delay. My laptop crashed until yesterday.

"Whoa, whoa," said Dean. "I thought you said they had to break sixty-six seals."

"They did," Castiel stated.

"Why didn't you tell us they were getting close?" said Dean.

"You had other concerns," said Castiel.

Dean looked down at Angel in his arms. "Well, why didn't you guys stop it?"

"We tried," Castiel told him. "It was the final seal that threw us. The final seal was broken by Lillith's death at the convent. There was only one person that could kill her and break the seal."

"Who?" asked Sam.

"You," stated Castiel bluntly. "Obviously, we thought we had that under control. They evidently found a way around that."

"So…Lucifer is free now?" said Dean.

"Yes," said Castiel. "And he's looking for his vessel."

"His vessel?" said Sam. "Lucifer needs a meat suit?"

"He is an angel," said Castiel.

"Well, who's Lucifer's vessel?" asked Dean.

Castiel turned his gazed from Dean to Sam.

"Me?" asked Sam. "Why me?"

"The demon blood in your veins," said Castiel.

"Well, what do we do?" asked Dean, panicking.

"He cannot enter without the consent of the vessel," Castiel explained.

Sam visibly relaxed. "Well, that's a relief."

"For the both of you," said Castiel. Dean frowned at him. "The only angel capable of destroying Lucifer is Michael, and you are his vessel. If either of you gives your consent, it will start a battle that will destroy the planet."

"Well, then, how do we kill Lucifer?" asked Dean.

"There is one other," said Castiel. "Someone who Lucifer is unaware of for the time being. And it must stay that way or she will be in grave danger."

"What?" exclaimed Dean. "What does that mean?"

"She is the one destined to kill Lucifer," said Castiel.

"How do we find her?" asked Sam.

"God has provided a way," said Castiel. "She is in Lawrence, Kansas."

"Lawrence?" said Dean. He looked at Sam. "What are the odds?"

"Wait a minute," said Sam. "Can't angels find you wherever you are?" He jutted a thumb at Castiel behind Dean. "Case in point."

"I have hidden her from Lucifer," said Castiel. "And I need to do the same to you."

Castiel strode forward and placed a hand on Dean's chest. Dean felt a slicing, burning pain deep in his chest.

"What the hell was that?" said Dean.

"An Enochian sigil," said Castiel as he approached Sam. He performed the same process on him. "It'll hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer."

"What, you just brand us with it?" asked Dean.

"No. I carved it into your ribs."

"Oh, well, thanks," muttered Dean. "Okay, now, how can this girl kill Lucifer?"

"She has demon blood in her," Castiel began

"Wait a minute," said Sam. "So…she's some kind of…psychic…like me?"

"No," said Castiel. "More powerful."

"More powerful?" said Dean. "How?"

"She is a miracle from God," explained Castiel. "She has a touch of demon in her, but she also has a touch of angel."

"Angel?" asked Dean. "So…she's half-demon, half-angel?"

"So to speak," said Castiel.

"What does that mean?" asked Sam.

"It means her abilities are far-reaching," said Castiel. "She is more powerful than any hunter, psychic, demon or angel in existence."

"Okay, so…how do we find her?" asked Dean. Castiel took a file folder out of his trench coat and put it on the table. "What's this?"

"It is her legal records," said Castiel. "It should explain everything."

Castiel vanished as Dean reached for the folder. Sam stood over Dean's shoulder to read with him.

"Allison Megan Morrow," read Dean. "Born May 13, 1984, in St. Louis, Missouri, to Linda and Martin Morrow. She currently attends University of Kansas in Lawrence, where she is in her sophomore year of Nursing school…with a 4.0! Holy crap!"

"Okay, so…now we know where to find her, but…what do we do about Angel?" asked Sam.

"Take her with us?" suggested Dean.

"Dean! We're headed to kill Lucifer here!"

"I'm just kidding! Of course, we're not gonna take her with us. We'll have Bobby look after her when he gets back."

"Okay," said Sam.

Dean and Sam arrived in Lawrence the next day, driving down the road in front of the university. They parked near the front door and got out, taking their folder on Allison with them. They approached the front desk where a young woman stood.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Hello, I'm Dean Morrow, this is my brother Sam," Dean answered. "We're Allison Morrow's cousins, and she left us a message saying she needed to see us, but she didn't leave an address. We were wondering if you could tell us where she lived."

"Can I see some I.D.?" she asked, skeptical.

Dean pulled open his wallet, fetching the I.D. they had created that morning. He showed her a driver's license as Sam did the same. She softened a little and turned to her computer. After several moments of typing, she looked back up at them.

"She's at 526 Oak's Grove apartment 1D," she said.

"Thank you," said Sam.

"Have a nice day," she said.

Dean and Sam walked back out to the car, arriving at Allison's apartment within fifteen minutes. They knocked on the door and waited until she opened it.

"Hello, Miss Morrow," said Dean. "We're with the—"

He was cut off as Allison flung herself into Dean's arms, wrapping her arms tight around his neck.

"Oh, my gosh," said Allison. "I don't believe it…" She released Dean and gave Sam the same treatment. "You're here." She seemed to stiffen and released Sam. "I mean…so…you're the Winchesters, aren't you?"

"Uh…yeah," said Dean, still stunned. "How do you know that?"

"Are you kidding?" said Allison. "Everyone knows who you are. I assume you're here because you know who I am. Which means you know I can do certain things…including sense people. Believe me, I know who you are."

"Okay," said Sam. "Can we come in?"

"Sure," said Allison. She opened the door for them, and they entered.

Sam took a good look at Allison. She had blonde hair that came halfway down her neck and was flipped out slightly. Her green eyes stared apprehensively at them, and her smile…

I've seen that smile somewhere… Sam thought, but he shook it off as he and Dean sat down.

"Well, um…" started Dean. "You know why we're here. We've got a little devil problem."

"I heard," said Allison. "I figured you two might be here at some point. Though, I didn't expect you this soon."

"Well, we had a little help," said Sam.

"Let me guess: Cas, right?" said Allison.

"You know Cas?" asked Dean.

"We go way back," said Allison.

"Well, he said you were the only one with half a chance at killing Lucifer, so…here we are," said Dean. "You mind telling us what you can do?"

"Well, as I assume Castiel's told you, I'm half-demon, half-angel, all-hunter," said Allison. "I have all the powers of an angel, all the powers of a demon, all the powers of a psychic—" at this, she nodded at Sam, "plus some powers that come from a combination of it all."

"Well, what do you say?" said Dean. "Want to save the world?"

Allison smiled cockily. "Hell, yeah!" She jumped up and went to pack her duffle bag. Sam and Dean sat on the couch, staring after her.

"Does she seem familiar to you?" asked Sam.

"What?" asked Dean, frowning.

"Does she seem familiar to you?" Sam repeated. "I swear I've met her somewhere."

"You have?" asked Dean. "Well, I don't know what you're talking about. Must be from back at Stanford."

"Yeah…maybe," speculated Sam as Allison came back out from her bedroom.

"Well, come on," said Allison. "We're burning daylight here."

Dean smiled as Allison walked out the front door. "I like her."

They walked outside to find Allison at the hood of the Impala, staring appreciatively at it. She was running a hand along the black metal.

"I know," said Dean, coming up to the driver's door. "A beauty, isn't it?"

"Oh, definitely," said Allison. "I haven't seen a car like this in six months."

"Six months? That's not so long," frowned Dean, confused.

"Well, my family had a car like this, and…" Allison started, eyes staring at the hood. "I haven't seen them in a while." She shook herself out of her reverie. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah," said Dean, climbing into the Impala.

Allison opened the trunk, tossed her duffel in next to the brothers' duffels, and flopped into the backseat, pulling on sunglasses. "Wake me up when it's my turn to drive." She laid across the backseat, preparing to fall asleep.

Sam got into the passenger seat as Dean started the car. Sam looked back at Allison briefly before staring out the windshield. He frowned as he ran a mental list of all the people he had known in Stanford.

Where have I seen her before?

Where do you think Sam knows Allison? Let's find out...