**Supernatural, nor any of it's characters belong to me** MORGAN MEETS CASTIEL AND CROWLEY, BOTH OF WHOM SEEM TO KNOW SOMETHING ABOUT HER IMMEDIATELY...

Sam and Dean both walked Morgan into the bedroom even though she'd said good night in the hallway and for a moment they all just stood awkwardly in front of each other.

"You goin' somewhere?" Dean nudged the full duffel on the floor with his foot, Morgan looked up at him unsure how to explain herself and just shrugged before again locking eyes on her feet. Dean's boots came into her view and she felt his finger gently pull up her chin, "Morgan," his tone was softer, coaxing her to look at him, "It's been a crazy night, I can't even imagine what it's been like for you. You're safe here, I promise. Now, I want you to get in that bed and we'll get back to this when we've all had some rest, ok?"

He released her chin as she nodded at him and Sam pulled back the blankets revealing the inviting white sheets. Morgan waited for them to leave but they just stared at each other a few more moments, then Sam suddenly wrapped both long arms around her small frame in a secure hug. Morgan was so surprised, having received more hugs tonight than her entire life together, she barely had a chance to return it before he let go and said good night quickly, leaving Dean and her alone.

"You still gonna be here when I wake up?" He asked as she turned to the bed keeping her back to him, "I know I'm not the most welcoming person, kid, but uh- just- tomorrow put your stuff in the dresser. Got me?"

Morgan could tell he was genuinely trying to reach out, in his own military precision kind of way, and climbing into the comfy bed she gave him a small smile, "Got it, jerk, good night."

"Good night, brat," he laughed a little, flipping the light switch and closing the door.

Letting darkness overcome the room as the second hand ticked on in the analog clock, the events of the night rolled through her mind. No matter how she'd tried to sleep, fear and a twist of angry guilt in her gut would not allow it. Finally, at the sound of loud, deep voices outside the door, Morgan relented the attempt at rest and pulled the warm blankets off.

She quickly dressed in cleaner jeans, carefully pulling them over the bandages on her knees, small red dots had bled through overnight. Deciding the Foo Fighters t-shirt was clean enough she left it on and laced up her boots before opening the door into the hall. Following their voices, she found Sam, Dean and another tall man in the kitchen, Sam smiled seeing Morgan in the doorway and waved her in the room.

"Coffee?" Dean held a half full pot in the air.

She nodded vigorously, "Yes, please."

"Morgan," Sam gestured to the man in a tan trench coat, "This is Castiel, Cas, this is Morgan."

She held out her hand and felt a surge of warm power explode through her arm when his hand connected. He wasn't shaking it, he stared at her for a moment holding her hand as if he was assessing the girl from the inside out. She tried to pull her hand away but his grip was resolute. He released finally, never changing his expression but nodded as if he approved of his evaluation and finally spoke, "It's nice to meet you Morgan Winchester."

"What are you?" she stared at the man in awe, noticing a light aura glowing around him, he definitely wasn't human. Keeping her eyes on Castiel she blindly took the mug of coffee Dean offered.

"I am an angel," sounding matter-of-fact and never wavering eye contact.

"Oh," taken aback Morgan looked to Dean leaning against the counter who just shrugged, "well that's normal."

"Considering you're a witch with the bloodlines of Cain and Odin I'm not sure what normal is here," Castiel seemed oblivious to the shocked expressions staring at him.

"Odin?" Dean finally spoke for all of them, "The Viking God?"

"Yes, probably the last surviving descendant, assuming her mother was killed by Rowena," Castiel's tone was pointed and deliberate, "Truthfully, I think this is what Rowena was after," Morgan looked up from her coffee and found all of them looking at her, Dean and Sam with concern, Castiel's expression hadn't changed.

"What?" She stared blankly back at them.

"You," Castiel answered.

"Me what?"

"Rowena was after you," Castiel insisted.

"Why?" Morgan scoffed in disbelief.

Castiel's face changed to exasperation and turned to Dean, "Is she even listening?"

"Cas," Dean held a hand up to Morgan, stopping her attempt to protest, "This is a lot to take in. Remember after you pulled me out of hell?"

"You were in hell?" she asked astonished, but gaining no attention to the question.

Castiel's factual tone retorted, "we don't have the time for her to comprehend at your speed."

"I'm just sayin' Cas," Dean continued, ignoring Castiel's comment and Morgan's question, "She's here and safe with us, we don't know what their plan is yet and we can't go guns blazing at this."

"Hey!" Morgan yelled in the brief silence before Castiel could respond, "Seriously, what is going on? You guys have obviously been up making plans so does anybody want to enlighten me why I'm on this witch's radar?"

Castiel's face remained serious as he placed a hand on Dean's shoulder, "She's definitely your sister."

Morgan shifted her angry and confused gaze from Sam to Dean, avoiding Castiel's blank, judgmental stare, daring one of them to answer.

"We don't really know, Morgan," Sam offered, "Knowing who you are now, although I have no idea about the Odin thing, it's a safe bet that some really evil things are looking for you."

"But why?" Pleading her repeated question.

"Because we're important," Dean stepped in gruffly, "However, they figured out you exist I'm sure they knew they could use you against us."

"But," shaking her head trying to absorb what they were saying, "You didn't even know I existed! Why would you care? Why would they think you would care?"

"Because the Winchesters are notoriously weak when it comes to family," Castiel said simply from his post in the doorway, "Not to mention how valuable your blood is being another possible vessel for Lucifer…"

"LUCIFER!?" Morgan shouted as Dean and Sam both rounded towards the angel yelling, "CAS!"

"Come on, man," Dean growled.

"Lucifer?" Morgan's mind was spinning.

"If we can't ease her in can we at least not toss her in the deep end!?" Sam and Dean were entirely focused on Castiel whose face was now covered in confusion.

"Lucifer!?" Willing them to look at her, but to no avail.

"I don't understand," The angel stated, "There are an abundance of scenarios we must…"

"LUCIFER?!" Loud and frantic, this time she got all three of their attention and lowered her voice to a reasonable volume, "What do you mean Lucifer?"

"The archang-," Castiel began, but Dean flung the back of his hand to Castiel's chest.

"Nope," Dean shook his head, "your turn's over. Morgan, sit," he pulled a chair out from the table and walked to the fridge.

She defiantly stayed where she was, but when he turned around and cocked an impatient eyebrow she found herself sitting obediently in the chair provided. Dean popped the tops of two beer bottles handing one to Sam before swinging another chair around and straddling it opposite her at the metal table. Sam sat to his right setting his beer on the table with a clunk and Castiel awkwardly shuffled his feet between the table and doorway before silently deciding to leave the kitchen mumbling about needing to meet someone.

"So, Lucifer?" She stared at them with raised eyebrows and sipped her coffee.

"Well," Sam looked at Dean with a heavy sigh, "I'd start at the beginning but there really isn't one."

He began a story starting the night their mother died, killed in a demon fire above Sam's crib, but not before the yellow-eyed demon, Azazel, infected baby Sam with his blood. Dean joined the narrative describing John Winchester as a formidable force, obsessed with revenge, he raised them as soldiers with all the military background of well-seasoned Marines. Morgan could tell they both felt a lot of loyalty to John, along with pent up aggression from years of being neglectfully dragged around the country on his whim. Sam, self-admittedly, a rebel against John's orders, had left his brother and father for Stanford University at eighteen but four years later realized even though he thought he'd found a normal life briefly it was a fallacy. Demons had kept tabs on him his entire life, his best friend in college he learned only in the last few years was possessed and responsible for Sam's girlfriend, Jessica, meeting the same demise as their mother twenty-two years prior. Again, revenge against the demon was the prime motivating factor that reunited the two brothers on the road fighting evil.

They sat for hours as Morgan listened to their incredible tales. John sacrificed himself in a demon deal to save Dean's life, Dean did the same when Sam was killed in the camp Azazel tried to hide all the psychic children he'd infected. They did get their revenge on the yellow-eyed demon, killing him right after he managed to open a hell gate letting thousands more demonic souls into the world before they could slam it back shut. Dean's deal only allowed him a year before being dragged to hell and without giving details Morgan understood he'd finally broken after years of constant torture. This righteous man drew blood in hell.

Castiel had been the angel chosen for the mission of pulling Dean from the pit to fulfill the rest of his part as the archangel Michael's vessel in ultimate plan for the apocalypse. It didn't need to be explained that Castiel had lost touch with his angelic past in favor of the brothers' human flaws, the small smile on Dean's face when the angel's name came up made it obvious he was a pillar of the brothers' lives. Taking the Winchester's side against his own family, he had been a crucial part in their fight to take down an ancient and undesirable destiny.

"I never said yes to Michael," Dean continued, "Those douchebag angels brought our other brother, Adam, back from the dead just to use him-"

"Other brother?" Morgan couldn't contain the urge to interrupt at this new information.

"Yea," Dean nodded sullenly with his eyes locked on the empty beer bottle he was rubbing between his hands.

Sam too looked saddened by the mention of Adam, but continued for his older brother, "Apparently, our Dad got around between hunts, that's why you weren't a huge surprise," shaking his head, he clarified, "Don't get me wrong, you and whatever is involving you here is a surprise, but finding out we have a sister, I don't know, it's just not that shocking."

Morgan suppressed a smile in the sullen mood of the room as Dean nodded in agreement.

"So, what happened to Adam?" Afraid of the answer, but Morgan was desperate to continue their epic story.

"We don't know," Sam said firmly, more to Dean than her as Dean pushed away from the table and grabbed another two beers from the fridge, "Michael possessed him for the final fight between Michael and Lucifer, which we at least stopped."

"Because Lucifer didn't have a vessel," Morgan assumed, but watched Sam turn away with an all too familiar look of shame. Dean set an open beer in front of his little brother and placed an encouraging hand on his shoulder.

"No, kid," Dean looked at Sam, "Lucifer got his vessel, then his vessel shoved him back in his cage," Dean emphasized the last statement with a proud pat to Sam's shoulder before sitting back in his chair.

"You?" Morgan looked shocked at Sam, he nodded, slowly meeting her eyes she saw remorse and pain flooded behind his, "But," her head shaking back and forth in confusion, "How? You're here."

"Cass," Sam sipped his beer, "and Death."

"Death?" Morgan laughed in shock, "You guys hang out with Death too?"

"Not since Dean killed him," Sam gestured to his left with the bottle.

"You killed Death?" She looked at Dean in disbelief, he nodded slightly over his beer, "You can't kill death."

"That's what I thought," he shrugged and took a long sip from his beer, "turns out I was wrong."

Morgan's mouth hung open as she shifted her eyes from Dean to Sam and back, they both looked amused as she gawked for a few moments, "And I thought my life was supernatural before."

"Yea well," Dean stood and patted her on the head as he walked to the fridge again, "buckle up kid we're not even half way through. Aaaand we're out of beer, I'm gonna make a run."

"Food?" Sam and Morgan asked together.

"That was weird," Dean laughed and slammed the last half of the bottle in his hand, "Pizza or tacos?"

"Tacos," Sam and Morgan in synchrony again. Sam extended his fist across the table which Morgan promptly bumped with her own in solidarity.

Dean looked from one to the other and nodded sharply with a good-natured smirk, "Tacos it is, freaks. I'll be back!" He called back down the hall, leaving them alone in the kitchen.

"Alright come on," Sam pushed back from the table stretching his arms above his head he almost touched the ceiling.

"Where we goin'?" Morgan stood ready to follow, eager to hear more.

"I'm gonna introduce you to the Men of Letters," walking down the hallway, opposite how Dean had left, she trailed close behind Sam.

"There's more people here?" Astonished, she couldn't believe this place was any bigger, nor had she heard or seen anyone else besides the angel who had vanished.

Sam laughed, "No, the Men of Letters were a secret society," he took the steps up to the library two at a time and wasted no time plucking heavy books from different shelves, "This was there headquarters basically. Our grandfather, Henry was a member from the 1950's.."

"Your grandfather was in this stuff too?"

Sam turned his head from another bookshelf, "Henry was our Dad's father, he's your grandfather too. Which makes you a legacy of the Men of Letters," dropping a few leather-bound books with a thud on the table.

"Legacy?" Morgan picked up one book labeled simply 1958 and flipped the first few pages before stopping on a page of individual pictures and names of members. Sam pointed to the last row on the second page and a handsome 30's something man stared straight ahead in the aged photograph.

Henry Winchester

Inducted: 1957

Deceased: 1958

"Wait," shaking her head, "You knew Henry?"

"Yea, we met a few years ago," Sam responded nonchalantly, bent over scouring the other books.

"Even though he died in 1958?" She gave Sam a cockeyed look as he raised his head.

"Actually, he time traveled here using a blood spell. The whole chapter was wiped out during an attack from a Knight of Hell, Abbadon, she followed Henry to 2012," Sam shook his head as if he was trying to keep bad memories at bay, "Not a fun year. Here," turning one of the large books around laying it open in front of her.

The symbols and incantations Morgan saw made her nearly drop the ledger she'd stopped absently thumbing through. Some of them were faintly familiar but with more intricacies than she'd ever seen, the words accompanying each were of her vocabulary but arranged in ways her Mother had never, to Morgan's knowledge, attempted. A demon killing curse, a witch killing curse, a transformation spell, time travel, invisibility, teleportation between worlds, warding spells described so powerful she couldn't think of anything needing that much protection, Morgan carefully turned the pages with eager fingers. This was magic she could only dream about.

"What is this?" She finally looked at Sam in awe and saw he was beaming.

"One of the Men of Letters most advanced spell books, magic they've gathered from all over the world-"

"Were these guys warlocks or something?" Interrupting him in her enthusiasm, unable to tear her eyes from the book as each page was laden with more incredible feats of spell work.

"No, more like librarians," Sam chuckled, "They understood and used magic, but with your natural ability I bet you could master these in time beyond what they could've ever hoped to."

Morgan choked on a laugh, "Me?! Sam, I can't do this stuff," she flipped another page, mesmerized and enticed by each spell that passed her eye.

"Not now," he agreed with a hesitated tone, "but I'm sure you'll get there, especially now."

"What do you mean?" Morgan's eyebrows nearly touching in confusion.

"I know how motivating revenge can be," he said simply, their eyes locked.

She knew what he meant and under a mix of countless emotions Morgan felt a vengeance monster growing, but couldn't understand why. Her Mother had used her for her convenience and treated her like a burden for sixteen years, her death was shocking, but after all the silent wishes Morgan had made for her to die she felt more guilt than revenge. The monster growing deep inside her was a creation of her own culpability.

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When Dean returned with take-out bags and beer Sam and Morgan were still in the library, but she was showing him her spell books. The Men of Letters books returned to their shelves after Sam made her promise not to tell Dean about their conversation over the impossible spells. Striding up the steps Dean's face was strained, he dropped the bags on the table between Sam and Morgan before shedding his jacket.

"You ok?" Sam cocked his head at his brother.

"Huh?" Dean seemed to come out of a trance, "Yea, uh I'm gonna grab a beer, I dropped the case off in the fridge. Can I talk to you a minute?"

Sam followed Dean down the hallway and Morgan heard their whispers almost immediately start to fade as they walked towards the kitchen. Wishing she had her crystals to spy on them she looked around for a mirror or something that could substitute. Her eyes met the shiny curved sword Dean had warned was very sharp. Carefully picking up the handle Morgan held it up and saw her reflection clearly, this would have to work. Sitting back at the table she concentrated on her bright green eyes in the saber and practiced the incantation in her head before beginning to speak it, but a sudden hesitation shook her. They were her brothers. In just a day they'd made steps to trust each other and she was about to use magic to eavesdrop on them. Sighing at herself Morgan heard her Mother's voice disgusted with her weakness, her conviction, her stupidity. She returned the sword to its display and decided to take the opportunity to peruse the many books.

When Morgan heard their heavy steps grow louder she started digging out foil packages of tacos from one bag. Dean set a Sprite in front of her and winked, the stress from a few minutes ago completely vanished from his face. Sam rubbed his hands together and started carefully peeling the foil apart from one package and Dean tore the top half off a bag leaving a perfect brown paper bowl of tortilla chips next to the cup of salsa open in the middle of the table.

"Thanks, Dean," Morgan smiled and sipped her Sprite. He nodded returning her smile, cheeks bulging with three-fourths of a taco he'd eaten in one bite.

For a few minutes, only the sounds of chewing and slurping could be heard, then above them a heavy metal door slammed. In the same moment, she saw Sam and Dean glance at each other, drop their tacos and each pulled out a gun tucked into the back of their jeans, "stay here," Dean ordered quietly and Morgan's heart started racing.

They moved like a SWAT team down the side of the stairs hugging the wall as the steps above got closer, her curiosity got the better of her and Morgan couldn't help advancing a few feet on tiptoes. Another door, closer than before, swung open with a bang as the brothers sprang forward guns poised for attack. Everything happened so fast. Not realizing how far she'd already shuffled away from the designated spot Morgan took a couple more steps and saw the bottom of the tan trench coat and another pair of legs in black slacks standing on the metal balcony above them. Before Dean could address them, however, he caught site of Morgan in the corner of his eye and rounded on her, gun still in hand.

"I told you to stay put!" The angry boom made the girl jump as he approached quickly, taking the stairs in twos, he towered over her.

Instinctually Morgan threw her hands up, crossing skinny arms over her head, "I'm sorry!" Her face was scrunched, preparing for a blow.

Instead, large, gentle hands wrapped around her wrists pulling her arms down. Squinting, her face still grimaced, she saw Dean's eyes closed, anger replaced with pain. Trying hard to keep her voice from shaking she whispered, "I-I'm really sorry, Dean."

With a deep breath, he opened his eyes and released her wrists, "Ok- kid- I know- just, new rule, if our guns are out you do exactly what you're told. Kapeesh?" She barely nodded at him, "Didn't catch that."

"Yes, sir," she offered a small, apologetic smile and he gave her wrists a reassuring squeeze before letting go.

"Ooh, sounds like some kinky fun in here," a gravely accented voice sent a shiver through Morgan. Castiel was back and with him was a short, bearded man in an expensive looking black suit, staring seductively at her, "Well hello darling, aren't you delicious-"

"CROWLEY!" The other three barked so loudly he took a step back, putting his hands up slightly in defense.

"Just being friendly," he picked up a decanter of brown liquor and poured himself a glass that Dean promptly took and sipped himself, Crowley looked indignant, "you're welcome."

"So, what're Turner and Hooch doin' here?" Dean sat on one of the tables swinging his feet onto a chair.

"Another dog joke?" Crowley smirked over a new glass, "How clever."

"We have news on Lucifer and Rowena," Castiel, unlike his companion, didn't care for unnecessary banter.

"So, they are working together?" Sam interjected.

"He's using her," Crowley rebuked, "He's bloody Lucifer, it's not like he gave her much choice."

"Why Crowley," Dean smirked, "Bit defensive of mommy are we?"

Morgan felt a chill soak through her and her hands started shaking with the threat of unharnessed magic in her abrupt rage. Glaring at the man in the dark suit she managed to maintain control, only barely, as he smoldered at her reclined on an arm chair across the room, "Darling," his voice calm and smooth, "if you keep looking at me like that I dare say we're in for the fun kind of trouble."

"Your mother is Rowena?" she spit at him holding hot power in her hands, static shocks sparking between her fingertips. Guilt and anger crashing like a torrent of waves in her chest.

"Lucky me I know," lifting his drink in a toast to himself, he downed the last sip.

Morgan stared furiously at Sam then Dean and finally Castiel hoping one of them would offer an explanation for the son of the witch who killed her mother to be in this room. Dean stepped forward but addressed Castiel instead of her, "how much does he know?"

"Nothing," Castiel gestured to the furious little witch, "I met Crowley after I left here, when I learned about the circumstances with Rowena and Lucifer, I called you and now we're here."

"Yea," Dean smiled sarcastically, "little warning next time you're bringing the King of Hell over-"

"STOP!" Morgan threw her hands in the air and the lights above exploded, showering the room in embers of glass before leaving them in darkness.

A deep chuckle came from the direction of the arm chair, "I guess it was about time for you boys to befriend a witch." Fingers snapped, the lights were restored and again the room was bright, "Working on that control, Darling?" She scowled harder at him.

"Morgan," Dean stood purposefully between his sister and the King of Hell, "Maybe you should take a break for-"

"No!" she yelled, but the look he challenged her with encouraged an immediate decrease in volume, "Please, Dean," her tone pleading now and she looked at Sam, "Please tell me what's happening. I thought Lucifer was locked up in a cage, so how is he in control of this all-powerful witch? Why did he make her kill my mother? And why are an angel and the King of Hell working together?"

Her words made Crowley lean forward from his relaxed position on the arm chair and set his refilled glass on the side table, "Well," he smirked at Sam and then Dean, "things just got interesting, didn't they? Darling," he stood up, taking a step towards her only to be actively blocked by both brothers. Crowley scoffed at them, but retreated his step and continued to address the young girl across the room, "As for how Lucifer is out and about again you'll have to have these two catch you up, it was Moose's genius idea," shame and anger covered Sam's face, "Mother and I recently tried to put him back, unfortunately we were unsuccessful and he took her prisoner, surprising really, I thought he'd kill her, but then the feathery one here mentioned a recent sighting and now we're here. I have no idea why they targeted your mother, but judging by the love looks Squirrel and the angel keep giving each other I'm betting they do," Dean and Castiel immediately averted their eyes from each other, "And the Hell's Angels team is purely necessity I assure you."

By the time he'd stopped talking and retrieved his glass Morgan's anger had subsided towards Crowley, but she was no less confused, staring at Sam and Dean silently begging them for an answer.

"We needed Lucifer's help with an even bigger evil thing," Sam started, eyes glued to his feet, "That's why he's out of the cage-"

"What's worse than Lucifer?" Morgan choked out before fear of the response stopped her.

"The Darkness," Dean answered, "God's sister."

She laughed out loud looking from Dean to Sam to Castiel to Crowley and back to Dean, searching for a smile or wink, something to tell her this was a joke. Her brothers looked serious and sullen, Sam couldn't even meet her eyes, finding his boots much more interesting at the moment. This was no joke. The things they'd fought Morgan had never even heard of and now she was being dragged into the war. A war so ultimately horrific an angel of the Lord and a demon of Hell had joined forces just to survive. Her hands were shaking again but not with sparks of anger, pure terror was pulsing hard in her veins. Turning on her heels she descended the stairs and walked towards the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Dean called.

"I'm getting a freakin' drink!" She called back before starting to yell, laughing manically, "God's sister? Lucifer? King of Hell? Seriously!? What's next huh?"

Reaching the kitchen, she rummaged a few cabinets before concluding neither of them had ever drank wine before, and threw open the door to the fridge grabbing a cold beer. Morgan had stolen her Mother's wine for as long as she could remember, the last few inches of the bottles left in the kitchen after she'd gone to bed, occasionally nicking a whole bottle when she restocked, thankfully she never noticed. Morgan liked how it numbed her nerves, regardless of how terrible her life had gotten, alcohol made her not care, at least for a while.

She closed the fridge, and turned to see Dean arms crossed leaning in the doorway. Ignoring his scowl, she simply smiled sarcastically at him, "want one?"

He shrugged, this was clearly not a fight he wanted to get involved in right now. She dug two more bottles from the fridge, the caps popped off and zoomed into the garbage can in the corner. Dean opened his mouth, but decided to keep whatever it was to himself and accepted the bottle she shoved in his hand.

Taking a long gulp Morgan nearly spit it out instantly, but forced herself to swallow the bitter liquid, "Ugh!" Dean laughed loudly as she grimaced at the bottle, but shrugged and took a smaller sip, "definitely not merlot."

"You're a wino huh?" He asked taking a sip of his own beer and following her back towards the library, "Morgan," Dean's long strides caught him up next to her in a second, "I know how crazy all of this seems, is, it's nuts, but-"

"Dean," she stopped in the hallway just before the open room, "I just want the truth. Don't try to protect me from that."

He nodded and they walked back up the stairs together.

Handing Sam his beer he smiled in surprise at Morgan as she took another long drink. The taste was growing on her, assisted by the warm indifference it was slowly providing.

"He's lettin' you have one? Already a nicer big brother than he was to me," Sam's good-natured smile faded quickly at an intrigued hooting sound from Crowley, who had returned to sitting in the arm chair like a throne.

"I'm sorry, Moose," Crowley slowly put his drink down again and smoothed his beard, "do I understand this powerful young witch is a WINCHESTER?!" He'd risen to his feet, advancing on them and gaining volume until he yelled the name so loud it echoed through the bunker for several seconds, "Did either of you consider that was important information or are we playing keep the demon in the dark again!?"

"Damn it, Crowley," Dean growled, "We just met her yesterday, there's a lot happenin' here so excuse me if I'm tryin' not to completely bury her in this crap right off the bat!"

Crowley lowered his voice but his tone was still agitated, "Well I think it's pretty obvious now why Lucifer targeted her-"

"We don't know tha-" Sam interjected loudly.

"Sam," Castiel, who had been quietly observing finally stepped in and they all stared at him in hushed anticipation, "Based on her bloodlines Morgan's a stronger vessel than you. I don't know how Lucifer learned she exists, but I have no doubt she is his ultimate goal."

Sam looked like someone punched him in the stomach and ran his hands through his hair walking to the back of the library, his broad shoulders obviously tense.

"Sammy," Dean started, "this isn't your fault, man-"

"Well who's fault is it Dean!" Sam rounded on him with a fury Morgan had yet to see from the younger brother, "Because it sure as hell feels like mine!"

"It's mine!" Castiel suddenly exploded, "I let him out!"

"And you wouldn't have if I hadn't gone in!" Sam persisted loudly, even taller in his anger.

"Guys!" Dean tried to yell over Sam and Castiel, Crowley sipped his glass, reveling in the chaos.

"Who cares!" Morgan slammed her beer so hard on the table the nearly empty bottle smashed in her unbandaged hand, but it got their attention, "Seriously, does it matter? I've been here a day and I'm pretty sure this argument could go back years on the domino train of why y'all have made the choices you did. If I have to worry about an archangel trying to use me as a puppet I really don't care how he got here, I just want to focus on what we need to do about it. Ok?"

After a few moments of silence a slow clap came from Crowley, "Darling, if you ever tire of the drama in this dump, I appreciate power and focus."

Before Dean could get a word out Morgan stepped forward, directly in front of the demon, "Why do you keep saying I'm powerful?" She was sure he was poking fun at her feebly abilities, nothing to the magic her Mother could perform. Morgan knew she was a pathetic excuse for a witch, having been reminded every day, often several times.

"Because you are, Dear," he gave her a sideways smile, "For your age, one of the most powerful I've ever seen and remember, my mother's a witch too."

"Your mother killed my mother," she growled at him, but clearly intrigued by what he seemed to know, stood firmly staring directly in his eyes.

"Yes, well, I'm sure your mother did plenty of things you wouldn't want to take responsibility for," he shrugged and then narrowed his eyes, "Are you really all that heartbroken over her death?"

Sam and Dean yelled protests at him, but Morgan bit her lip and held a hand up for them to stop. This demon understood something in her that no one else would, she wanted to hear him out.

A small raise in her eyebrows silently told Crowley to go on, "Like I said, Darling, I was raised by a witch too. A constant burden and scape goat, yes I know the life. Did your mother lock you up, starve you, beat you?" He kept his eyes narrowed at Morgan and without the slightest change in her scowl he nodded, "The trifecta. Me too. Witches have terrible maternal skills. Darling, you don't think you're powerful because you've always been told that, as a mortal I wasn't even magic imagine how much my mother hated me, still does. Trust me, or if not me the angel, heaven knows he can't tell a lie," smirking sarcastically at Castiel, "I felt your power the moment I walked in here, you my dear are a force of nature. Or will be."

Morgan felt everyone's eyes on her but kept her eyes locked on Crowley, working through everything he'd just said, feeling the strange sense of a bond growing between them.

"He's right," Castiel said simply, tearing her attention away from the demon finally, "You were born with a raw power, more powerful than the typical natural witch, probably because of your lineage to Odin and certainly helped by a birth under the spring equinox, of course training from your mother-"

Crowley interrupted Castiel's rambling with a snort of a laugh, "Odin? The Viking god? She's part god now?"

"It's a distant relation," Castiel confirmed nonchalantly, missing the dumbfounded expression from Crowley.

"Well," Crowley looked at Sam, "if I were Lucifer and my true vessel was playing hard to get and I somehow learned about a secret half-sister with the blood of Odin AND powerful abilities," he paused for dramatic effect scanning through his audience, "I'd scour every inch of the earth to find her."

The silence following his confident declaration was deafening. Lucifer, an evil so ancient and foreign Morgan couldn't believe he was even real let alone wrapping her mind around his pursuit of her. Sam looked like he was about to vomit, still keeping eye contact strictly with the floor around his feet. Dean didn't seem to know what to do with himself, staring into his bottle and downing the last sip of beer.

Castiel just stood, looking awkwardly at everyone before halting the quiet, "Morgan," his hand gently rested on her shoulder and the angel's bright blue eyes were kind as he spoke, "Your brothers are two of the strongest men the world has ever had. We've taken Lucifer down before and we will find a way to do it again."

Nodding at Castiel, she hoped he was right.