Okay not going to lie I totally had some fun writing this, I'm quite liking this new character Faythe. This chapter is mostly her first adventure with the boys, stopping one of the 66 seals of the apocalypse (I totally made up the seal by the way so don't take my word on it). Now I am absolutely exhausted - otherwise this chapter wouldn't have taken so long to write. Damn migraines. I hope you enjoy this chapter and feel free to leave some feedback.
CHAPTER ONE
Faythe's eyes snapped open though met with the darkness of the night she was sure she had hear something strange in the night that had woken her. She lay on the uncomfortable motel bed, frozen, waiting for the noise to repeat itself.
She heard noise outside her motel door. She glanced at it. "Tis some visitor" she muttered to herself as her heart pounded in her chest and her hand closed on the comfortable feeling of her blade under her pillow "tapping at my chamber door—only this and nothing more…"
Faythe crept out of the bed without disturbing her covers and edged along the walls of the dark room, and the air of the room was suddenly disturbed by the noise of beating wings and a slight breeze ruffled the curtains of the closed window. Faythe tensed against the wall, waiting, aware that something was in the room. She heard soft footfalls as someone approached the now empty bed, it was hard to see them in the dark however and she relied on her other senses to tell her the location of the intruder. She held her breath, trying to hear better and on a guess she leapt forward into a crouch her leg swinging out and sweeping the intruders legs out from under him she knelt on his chest and pressed the silver blade into his throat. "Who are you?" she growled.
Whoever was under her however didn't seem intimidated because a thundery voice growled right back "I don't have time for this" before a large had enclosed over her arm and she was suddenly overcome with the sensation of being stuck in a tube before she and whoever was under her where deposited non to gently on the floor of yet another hotel room… only this one had the lights on.
"Cas!" someone yelled harshly, paused, and began to chuckled "man, Cas you sly dog" the same voice said sounding more amused.
Faythe got over her disorientation quickly, blade still pressed into the throat of the man underneath her. He was quite a striking man now that she could see him, with messy black hair that looked sleep tousled and beautiful blue eyes. He was staring at her grimly however. She kind of wondered why he hadn't used the moment she'd been disorientated to throw her off him, but didn't linger on the thought. Maybe he wasn't as clever as he looked.
"Uh, Dean" another voice to join the first. She still hadn't looked up to see who else as in the room. She was pretty sure the biggest threat was the angel beneath her and she wasn't about to take her eyes from him for a second. "Dean she's got a knife on him" the second voice said again.
Faythe heard the noise of people moving. She knew that someone would try to grab her and she wasn't wrong, strong arms closed around her shoulders in an effort to pin her arms to her side and pull her off the angel. The angel jumped up pretty quickly, eyes widened when he saw the flash in Faythe's eyes. "Dean-!" he yelled a warning too late.
Dean gave a startled yelp as the arm of his shirt suddenly set on fire and he dropped Faythe. She landed on her feet and quick as a cat found a good defensive point with her back to a corner of the room so no one could come up from behind her. She held her blade in her hand still, just a little way from her body and at chest height ready if someone should attack her.
Dean had chucked his shirt into the sink and stood there in only his black tee rubbing the spot on his arm that was warm and beginning to blister while he glared at Faythe – who glared right back – and Sam stood warily at his side glancing between them both. "Dean, you-"he began to ask.
"-I'm fine" Dean snapped at him, then looked at Castiel "Cas who the hell is this?"
Sam looked at the blade in her hand "is she another angel?"
Faythe snorted in derision but didn't say anything. Castiel glanced at her and back to the boys "yes and no."
Sam and Dean frowned at the angel who seemed to understand this was an indication that he should elaborate on his cryptic answer. "She has angel DNA, is the daughter of… quite a mad angel. But she is not an angel. In fact her DNA is so crossed with Demon and Human as well that she is considered quite the abomination."
"She also doesn't like to be dragged to bed for impromptu slumber parties" Faythe growled then. She never did like someone bringing up her heritage.
Castiel frowned at her "this is neither the time for slumber nor parties."
Faythe felt her scowl drop, though her stance did not, and she looked at Sam and Dean for some kind of help. They at least appeared normal. "Is he serious?"
"As the plague" Dean replied dryly "Cas why did you grab a girl in her undies out of bed in the middle of the night to drag her here?"
This was the point that Faythe realised she really was in her underwear. Well, she was in what she considered to be pyjama's which consisted of an old AC/DC shirt at least two sizes too large for her and a pair of black panties. The second Dean pointed this out three gazes seemed to land on her and take in the sight of her long slender legs, lingering on the black cat tattoo on her ankle, and though she managed to feel a little flattered she was more irritated.
Castiel cleared his throat and everyone looked back at him. "You said you needed help to stop this seal being broken" he waved at Faythe "her…unique abilities aside she is a very good hunter."
"We didn't ask for help Cas we asked for your help" Dean replied, glancing at Faythe and saying with a cocky grin "no offence sweetheart, I'm sure you're a good hunter and all but…"
Faythe wasn't concerned what Dean had to say, her gaze was on Castiel and she was lowering her blade just slightly "the seals?" she asked warily "your trying to stop Lilith breaking the seals?"
Everyone gaze landed back on her. Sam asked softly "what do you know about Lilith, and the seals?"
Faythe glanced at him "bits and bobs I picked up during exorcisms… I didn't believe it until the Rising of the Witnesses, after that I've been going after demons who're trying to break seals…"
Dean raised his chin and studied her like she was a prized hound at a dog show. "How many seals have you stopped?"
"Three" she replied raising her own chin defiantly "but that's nothing compared to how many have been broken, and it really doesn't man I'll help you" she turned to glare at Castiel "I don't work for angels. I've told your kind this several times since the seals started being broken and they tracked me down. I won't be a pawn."
Castiel glared right back at her, taking slow steps forwards "I am the only reason you're alive. I was the one who stood above your crib when you were just a babe and decided not to plunge my blade into your helpless form. You might want to show a little respect."
He was stood right in front of her when she replied "respect should be earned not demanded, life debt or none."
"You are insolent."
"And you're just another self-righteous asshole."
"Whoa-okay" Dean pulled Faythe and Castiel apart before one of them could say anything else, feeling very much like a teacher between bickering children he said to Castiel first "okay Cas when you want to ask someone for help, this isn't how you do it. As for you-"he turned to Faythe "-I really think we got off on the wrong foot. I'm Dean and this is my brother Sam. Obviously you've met Castiel."
Faythe's eyes darted to Dean back to Castiel and then to Sam, then she took a step back from Cas and introduced herself "I'm Faythe. Why exactly do you need help? I mean I have heard of you guys…okay not the angel he's a surprise but I have heard of the Winchester brothers. I doubt there's a hunter still alive who hasn't."
Sam and Dean didn't look like they thought this was a good thing. Faythe doubted it really was a good thing, after all the first time she'd heard of the Winchester brothers it was because they'd let a hell gate be opened. Sam was the one who was forthcoming with an answer while Dean just continued to frown. "We can't get to the seals fast enough to stop them being opened" Sam confessed "and Lilith is moving faster…"
"No she's not moving faster, Lilith has a hundred or even more demons at her disposal and you two have what? Each other, feather's over there who takes his orders from heaven and probably isn't much help at all-"at this point Castiel threw her a dirty look "-maybe a few other hunters of your acquaintance and you want me as well?"
The two brothers looked uncomfortable, Castiel continued to glare at her with narrowed eyes, and Faythe chewed her lip thinking. She didn't want the seal's broken any more than these boys did, hell on earth did not sound fun. Then again working with them would probably lead to more attention from angels. On the other hand it might give her a good shot at kicking he asses of a certain few angels who were horribly persistent in trying to get her to work for them… and then there was this angel here who she apparently owed a life debt. It might be nice to work with other hunters for a while, it wasn't like she had much opportunity to make friends. It had been just her and her mother for years, until she was thirteen and Rachel died and hunting wasn't exactly a social activity. Faythe sighed "alright, I'll work with you on one condition."
"What?" Dean frowned wondering what on earth she might want from them.
"That you allow me to go back to my motel room and get some goddamned pants!"
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When Faythe returned to the motel where the Winchesters where staying she was dressed finally in her usual black tank top, black skinny jeans, and a soft black leather coat. She had a worn old rucksack over one shoulder that held all the belongings she had, mostly weapons and clothes. The boys noticed her arrival and acknowledged it with a nod as they themselves packed up duffel bags. Castiel was nowhere in sight.
"You ready?" Dean asked from the door looking at Faythe.
"Sure" she readjusted her grip on her bag and followed Dean out of the door "so which car's yours?"
He led her proudly to a sleek black 67' Impala. Dean stroked along her hood on his way to the driver's seat and flashed Faythe a grin "this is baby."
"She's gorgeous" Faythe touched the roof softly like the car could feel her "I think this is first time I've been jealous of not having a car myself…"
"You don't drive?"
"No, I can drive. Although I wouldn't trust me on busy American roads. I'm British after all, so I learned to drive on the other side of the pond and on the other side of the road" she winked at him as he slid into the driver's seat and she slid into the back. When Sam joined them slipping into the front passenger seat she asked "so where are we headed?"
"Stillwater, Oklahoma" Sam shifted in his seat so he could see both Faythe in the back and Dean in the front. "Last month two women killed their children and then themselves. Since then there have been reports to sightings of a woman in a white dress in areas where over seventeen men have gone missing."
"A woman in white?" Faythe guessed taking the handful of news reports Sam was handing back to her and looking through them "Geesh how many unfaithful men can there be in one town?"
"Cas said one of the seals is to create five women in white of the same bloodline" Dean said glancing at her in the back mirror "the two women where sisters, we think they're both women in white."
"Which would explain the large amount of vanished men in just a month…" Faythe muttered "do these women have more sisters?"
"Edith Mallark and June Smith have a third older sister, Rose Howard and two female cousins all in the same town" Sam handed her more papers with photos of the women. He'd scribbled underneath the ones who had already died.
Faythe looked at them, all the women had the same oval faces and green eyes, and she sighed "the death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world…"
"What?" Dean frowned.
Sam smiled however "Edgar Allan Poe?" he asked.
Faythe met his gaze and winked "Sam I'm really starting to like you."
When they arrived in Stillwater Dean decided that rather than waste time finding a motel first they'd best go and check on the next potential victim Rose Howard. They pulled into the street she lived on and slowed. It was obvious something was wrong even without the glaring lights of the ambulance and police cars. Faythe, Sam and Dean got out of the car and approached the crowed of neighbours.
"Hey" Dean managed to grab an old man in pyjamas and a bathrobe "what's going on?"
The old man was more than happy to chat "horrible. Really, horrible. Poor family. Mr Howard came home to find his wife and kid's dead at the kitchen table, gas leak apparently…" the old man spotted someone he knew and shuffled away, his slippers making odd squeaking noises.
Sam, Faythe and Dean didn't make a sound as they stood there a little longer looking at the house. They were all thinking the same thing, if this was a demon trying to create more women in white it had likely made three successfully. That left two more.
After a while, in which Faythe had been watching the house for signs of movement after they'd brought out the bodies, she leaned into the boys and asked "do you think anyone's in the house right now?"
Sam frowned and squinted "doesn't look like it, why-?" he turned to look at her, but she was gone. He looked at Dean whose expression was also surprise "did she just-?"
"Dammit" Dean turned his attention back to the house, just waiting for a sudden alarm to sound, but for a while there was nothing. Still he and Sam waited, tense.
"Hey" Faythe reappeared behind them, starling them both and trying not to grin at the way they jumped "sorry, but here's sulphur all over that house" she held up a plastic baggie of yellow powder "if she wasn't possessed than I'm more than sure the husband was."
"Why the husband?"
"Think about it. A woman in white is created when a woman finds her husband is cheating and in a moment of insanity off's herself and her children. The woman has to do that willingly to become a woman in white, so she can't have been possessed, but I'll bet ten bucks the husband was. To make him cheat, and allow her to find out. A demonic poke in the right direction."
"Alright then" Dean gave her a look that said he was impressed, she considered asking if he'd doubted her but realised it would have been stupid. Of course he doubted her, they'd only met a few hours ago. Her people skills really where rusty. "Should we start with the first husband? See if he has any blanks in his memory?"
Faythe frowned "I think at this point it would be a waste of our time. If this is a seal then they only have two more to go. I think we should find the other two potentials and keep an eye on their husbands."
Dean gave her another impressed look and glanced at Sam "Sammy?"
Sam shrugged "she's right Dean."
"Okay then. Let's go, should be easy since the other two live in the same house…"
"They're raising families together?" Faythe wrinkled her nose as they walked back to the car "I don't know if I could stand being that close to other people."
"You don't have family?" Sam asked her, getting in the car.
"Don't be stupid… I had a mother."
"What happened?"
Faythe shrugged "she was a hunter, and I wasn't supposed to be alive. I made a mistake on a hunt with her and angel's found us. I got away, she didn't."
Sam looked into the back seat her, cocking his head to one side sympathetically. He didn't say any sympathetic words however, something in her eyes said that she wouldn't appreciate them. "How old where you?" he asked instead giving her a good look, she couldn't have been older than her early twenties.
"Thirteen" she said, noting the way he squinted at her "I'm twenty-two by the way, I can see you trying to figure it out."
"You been hunting alone for nine years?" Dean asked frowning into the rear view mirror.
Faythe met his glance in the mirror feeling a little amused "Dean… I'm a big girl. Even at thirteen I was a bit...a bit harder to kill than a normal human. You've dealt with angels, you don't have a target on your back from those feathery dicks without being made of tough stuff…"
"Heh" Dean chuckled "that is true…"
They ended up splitting to watch the possible targets. Sam drew the short straw and ended up stuck in the car outside the large house where the two young families lived and the housewives spent their days looking after the young children. He complained, and Faythe told him to read a book. She and Dean weren't exactly having a thrilling time either. Dean had been letting one of the husbands show him eight different houses now so that he could keep close eye on the relator, and Faythe had been sitting on a bench watching the other husband do his desk job and was starting to feel the wood imprint on her skin.
Their afternoon didn't perk up until later then the husbands left for work. Faythe's chosen target left first and rather than going home he went straight from work to a strip club. She was surprised, he'd seemed so…vanilla. She walked into the surprisingly nice club and took a seat two or three behind the husband.
She wasn't surprised when the other husband joined him and they sat together for a drink watching the dancing women. Dean soon followed, spotting first the husband and then Faythe. He joined her at the table. "Has anyone offered you a lap dance yet?" he grinned while ordering a beer from the waitress and eyeing her scantily clad backside as she walked away.
"Three times actually" Faythe replied with a smirk "but if you're offering Dean… I'm going to have to decline. It might impair our working relationship."
Dean snorted then winked at her as he accepted the beer from the waitress "sweetheart you don't know what you're missing. Maybe you should dance for me instead?"
"Oh sweetie" she pouted at him "I would dance for you, but I doubt you'd be able to handle it. I'd burn you."
"You nearly did burn me" he gave her a look referring to her setting his shirt on fire when he grabbed her earlier.
Faythe dropped the flirty look in exchange for a sheepish one "I am sorry about that… I don't have the best control. One time someone made me jump and I accidentally set my own hair on fire."
He gave a small smile "seriously?"
"Yeah" she took a sip of her own beer watching the way he stared at the dancers on stage but would occasionally glance in her direction. "I take it you don't hang around with-uh-non humans very often? I get it, I'm the kind of thing you're used to hunting… believe it or not a fair few have tried hunting me in the past…"
"I can imagine" Dean cut her off surprised to see she was beginning to ramble, considering just moments ago she had appeared flirtatious and confident "I am used to hunting things that-yeah. But… I don't know, hell with the wold literally about to fall into the apocalypse even I can be persuaded to make an exception…"
"Well. I'll drink to being the exception and thank you very much for it…" they smiled and drank together, casting glances on the men they were supposed to be watching. Faythe doubted anything would distract them from the bare breasted dancers on the stage for the next few minutes. She looked at Dean instead and was surprised to find him watching her too. "I do… I try-"she found herself frowning to try explain "I mean I didn't want to be…this. I do try to be human…"
Dean stopped her with a shrug "we're all trying to be human. We all have to capacity to be a monster."
"That was poetic, I don't think you do poetic very often."
"No I don't, don't get used to it and don't tell Sam" he glared at her mockingly "so… your guy show any signs of possession?"
"My guy didn't show any signs of anything except perhaps a repressed anger issue which will probably make it easier for him to be possessed" Faythe replied dryly "how about your guy?"
"My guy is extremely chatty. I was about ready to pull my own ears off to get him to stop nattering" Dean said "how are we going to check if they're possessed already?"
Faythe thought about it. "You could go bless the water outside in the mains and I could 'accidentally' set fire to something in here and they would get dowsed with holy water from the sprinkler system?"
Dean raised his eyebrows "get a load of miss double-oh-seven."
"Never seen those movies" she dismissed "James Bond never appealed to me. What's your idea then Mr Macho?"
He winked at her, getting up suddenly and heading to the men's room. Faythe was left frowning for a few minutes until he exited the bathroom again, taking a detour on the way back to the table to pass by the two men. She saw him stumble of the back of a chair and cover his mouth as he said something when he passed them before he sat with Faythe again. "What was that?" she asked.
"I said Christo when I walked past" he smirked at her like a satisfied cat "no reaction. They're not possessed."
"Okay, well, even with a possible demon going around creating women in white we have the already created spirits to take care of as well. And these aren't going to be bones to burn either."
Dean pulled a face "I hate it when they're all fleshy. We'll take care of those tonight."
"While keeping an eye on the happy families?"
"Three of us can split up. We can draw straws again."
"I'll watch the folks" Faythe smiled "give your brother a chance to stretch his legs."
"For grave digging? He might not appreciate it too much…"
Blending into the shadows was not a skill Faythe learned genetically, it was something she learned living on the streets as a young woman. Sure back then she was still as good a fighter as she was now, but why should she have to fight everyday just to keep herself safe from some unsavoury characters? She learned how to make herself as invisible as possible.
The boys took the car. Dean had looked uncomfortable offering to let her sit in it outside the house while she watched the family so she declined his offer, she could see better from her position standing behind a large leafy bush and under a tree in the back garden anyway. She was talking into her phone with the boys. "No I don't see anything but a very nice looking ham roast" she was saying.
"Ham?" Dean's voice perked up suddenly at that.
"Get digging Dean" Sam's voice was a little distant but she still heard him growl.
"How close are you guys to being done?"
"Well this would be the second body we're digging up tonight and we still have to break into a morgue for the third so let's just say halfway?"
Faythe narrowed her eyes as the lights of the house flickered suddenly. Even the solar lights outside. "Dean… I'm going to have to call you back."
"Wait Faythe-"she hunt up before she heard what else he had to say, aware suddenly of two male figures walking up the front drive. She could sense them, her skin felt heated. Demons. She didn't bother trying to run and intercept the demons before they reached the house, she teleported onto the front step and the demons didn't even realise until they were standing just a few feet away.
"Hey boys" she grinned at them "little birdy told me you've been stirring up some trouble… you naughty boys."
The demons said nothing, just glanced at each other. Faythe chuckled lightly and from the sleeve of her leather jacket allowed the angel blade to drop into her hand. The demons took a step back, warily eying her. "You're not an angel" one of them possessing a bald man said.
"No shit Sherlock" she chuckled again "I'm something a little worse. I know what you've been doing to these families and it stops now."
The demons laughed now "is one little girl and an angel blade going to stop us?" he cackled "you have no idea who you're messing with kid, what we're doing-"
"-blah, blah, blah if you give me the speech about Lucifer and the seals again I'm going to kill you just to shut you up" Faythe rolled her eyes "you realised that ole' Lucy is fundamentally an angel and that he probably will kill all the demons once he's had his use from you?"
"You know nothing. He will give us the world" the demon sneered.
Faythe sighed "stupidity is a talent for misconception" she said, and the balled demon lunged for her. Faythe threw her fist smashing into the demons face and causing him to stumble back several steps and she used his second of unbalance to kick him in the middle and send him to the floor. The second demon took this second to swing his fist connection with Faythe's temple before she could kill the demon. Her turn to stumble back a few steps, lights flashing in her eyes as she felt a bit disorientated. Not, however, disorientated enough not to recognise the sound of the 67' Impala engine roaring onto the street. The lights stopped flashing in time for her to see Sam and Dean getting out of the car rushing forward, but the second demon was getting up and trying to take advantage of her moment of weakness. He swung a fist as the first demon tried to hold Faythe in place but she moved, the fist swinging into the other demon, and while the one holding her was distracted she cut his hand with the angel blade. He released her almost immediately and she shoved him – right into Sam who stabbed him with the knife he was holding. The demon smoked, his body electrified. Faythe had momentarily been distracted by that, but she saw the second demon and Dean grappling. She held her blade and flung it, it slotted into the ribs of the demon and killed it, its body crumpling before another fist could swing into Deans already bleeding nose.
They all stood there for a minute, adrenaline surging through their bodies. "Did you finish with the bodies?" Faythe asked through her slight panting.
"Haven't hit the morgue yet" Dean replied "we were concerned you wouldn't be able to handle this…"
Faythe raised her eyebrows as she removed her blade from the ribs of the demon smoothly. Dean and Sam had the decency to look a little embarrassed of their assumption. She shrugged to let them know it was okay. "What do we do with these two?" she frowned at the bodies "we can't just leave them for this family to discover, I mean they have little kids…"
Sam looked troubled by this too, but it wasn't like there was a chance to remove them without someone seeing. They were just lucky the house was surrounded by trees giving them enough cover for their fight to have gone unnoticed. Sam glanced at Faythe "uh…can't you move them?"
"You mean… teleport with them?"
"Yeah."
"I can, but I'll need food and rest. It tends to drain me a bit. Like using telekinesis."
"You can do that too?"
"It gives me a nosebleed but yeah."
"Well ain't you full of surprises" Dean muttered "okay you take care of the dead guys and meet us at the morgue to take care of the dead woman and then we'll owe you Chinese food. Sound good?"
"Sounds great."
They rented a motel room for the night. They had debated getting two, one for Faythe herself, but decided just the one would be fine for the night and she wasn't too bothered at the idea of sharing so long as neither brother got touchy feely. From the grin on Dean's face she assumed this meant she'd be sharing with Sam. For now she was sitting on one of the hotel beds eating rice while Sam and Dean seemed to be battling out how many ribs they could each eat.
"So, Faythe…" Dean spoke for the first time since he began to eat eying up the young woman on the bed "what else can you do besides teleporting, set things on fire and telekinesis?"
"Telepathy" she replied before popping some more rice into her mouth.
"Really?" Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Yeah."
"Go on then, what am I thinking right now?" Dean smirked at her, eyes raking up and down her form on the bed with a suggestive eyebrow wriggle.
Faythe rolled her eyes and then met his gaze with a narrowed glare. Sam watched for a second, though nothing appeared to happen, before Dean's eyes bugged out suddenly and he broke eye contact with a blush raising on his cheeks. "Oh, oh that was not cool Faythe" he muttered before going back to his ribs.
"What?" Sam was grinning "what'd you do?"
"Dean was having dirty thought's so I just gave him some more… about that old man in the dressing gown he met earlier." She winked as Sam began to laugh. "I have to say we managed to stop those demons in under forty-eight hour's guys… not sure if we're a good team or if they were pretty stupid. Or a combination of both."
The boys met each other's gaze knowingly before they looked at her. She was pointedly looking down at her box of rice. "So?" Dean asked.
Faythe shrugged feeling a little awkward "I was wondering if I could…uh… stick around with you guys for a bit? It just seems like you guys could use a bit of a hand and I'm more than willing if I get to nail the coffin on some demons, or a particular angel in fact, and I don't particularly want the apocalypse to happen…"
"Faythe" Sam was grinning like he was trying not to laugh "are you trying to ask if you can hunt with us?"
"Uh…yeah" she looked at them a little awkwardly "sorry, I'm a little awkward… I don't meet a lot of people who don't want to kill me… actually you guys are the first besides my mum."
Dean hesitated "well we don't usually…"
"Dean we could use the help?" Sam prompted.
Dean still tried to keep his grin from his face to tease her a little more. It didn't work however after Faythe gave him a look and said "I could just keep reappearing in your car's back seat?"
There was a fluttering noise and the three of them looked up, finding Castiel standing near the second bed. "I also insist that she should stay with your company Dean. Well done stopping this seal by the way."
Faythe threw a troubled look at the angel, not afraid to admit that part of her wanted to leave now the angel wanted her to stay. She was curious though, and wasn't the only one apparently because Dean frowned and asked "why?"
"Her… re-emergence has certain repercussions for myself as the one who lied about killing her as an infant" Castiel explained, keeping his focus on Dean and not wandering to Faythe though he was quite aware of her frowning at him "I believe however that her partnership with you shall keep her as an asset in the eyes of my superiors, even after she has declined a certain job offer from us already."
The boys frowned at each other, but Faythe was more confused about something else. "Why?" she asked, putting down the box of rice and sitting up further, Castiel's blue eyes finally being drawn to her dark ones "why are you so keen that I be kept safe?"
"Because…" Castiel hesitated before he said "because I sensed symbols carved into your chest as an infant that no angel placed. I believe these where put there by my father. I believe that god has a plan for you, Faythe."