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"Yeah Cas, we know what she is," Dean shrugged as Blaise backed away slightly. She knew what angels thought of the Nephilim. Her kind were basically no better than demons in the eyes of Heaven.

"She's a good person Cas, and an exceptional Hunter too," Sam pitched in in his sister's defence. Castiel glared at Sam and Dean then turned that same glare of ultimate angel doom on the small girl. She didn't look all that remarkable. Somewhere around five feet in height, possibly a hundred and ten pounds. Long wavy dark brown hair that hung to her mid-back, pale skin with a dash of freckles sprinkled across her small nose. Her eyes caught his attention though. The colour of petrified amber and they bore into his, her gaze unwavering. There was a pain in those eyes, the same pain and hurt that Cas saw in Dean's clear green eyes. Blaise approached the angel, a shy smile lifting the corners of her mouth.

"I've only ever wanted to use my abilities to help people, and I've been able to keep these two from getting themselves killed on occasion," Blaise started, "and I know you don't trust me, and frankly I don't trust you. But maybe we can try to get along?" The girl held out her right hand to Castiel this time and he saw the silvery scar of a mark swirling itself around her wrist and across the back of her hand. The mark that spoke of her parentage. Castiel looked from the offered hand to those bright eyes. He couldn't feel any malice coming from her, and if Sam and Dean trusted her then maybe he didn't have to report her to Heaven right away. He would see how the whole thing played out. Castiel nodded and took hold of Blaise's small hand.


"Did I tell you guys about this one crazy vamp hunt I had a while back?" Blaise was saying as she, Sam and Dean sat around drinking and talking about past hunts. Castiel merely sat on one of the motel's chairs, listening but not speaking.

"As if vampire hunts weren't already crazy enough?" Sam asked with a smirk. Dean shook his head and motioned for the girl to continue.

"No man, this was seriously some messed up kinda stuff," Blaise started, "This girl, about twentyish or so had been turned about a month before I found her. She'd been obsessed with that series about the sparkly vampires, you know the one." Sam and Dean looked at each other, they had heard about the series in question and had been quite worried when it came out. Glorifying vampires like that and making every teen girl want to be a bloodsucker had made them extra cautious to keep an eye on the vamp scene.

"Anyway, so apparently she'd gone looking for a nest of vampires to turn her, and of course it wasn't what she'd hoped it would be. But that didn't stop her," Blaise took a swig of beer and continued, "she, no joke, glued glitter onto her skin so she would sparkle in the sun and started attacking neighbourhood pets so she could live off animal blood instead of humans. It didn't seem so bad and I wouldn't have killed her, sure she was a vamp, but she wasn't harming humans. Just a little deranged."

"But if she wasn't killing humans, how'd you hear about her?" Dean asked. He was sure no hunter would bother checking up on a bunch of local pets going missing.

"I'm getting there," Blaise continued, "I guess that animal blood wasn't enough for her, or she just went even more crazy when her new life didn't pan out as expected. She started attacking people but she didn't finish off her victims. I saw the stories on the town's newspaper's website and decided to look into it. When I confronted her she kept going on about how she had never got to find her Edward or her Jacob and that she was a 'vegetarian'. Girl was nuts. I felt a little bad for her, but she needed to be stopped."

Sam and Dean shook their heads, chuckling slightly at the strangeness of the story. It was sad sure, that a young girl had met such a terrible end, but they still couldn't get over the part where she glued glitter onto her skin.

"The things fangirls will do, it's honestly scarier than most of the monsters we've dealt with," Sam laughed. Blaise nodded vigorously as she stood up to get another beer, tripping in her feet and tumbling over the bed with a loud thump.

"Whoa there tiger," Dean said, getting up to help the girl to her feet. She swayed slightly then plopped back onto the bed with a giggle.

"I might be drunk, there is a slight possibility," she giggled again, stretching her arms above her head. Castiel noticed as she turned to crack her back, that there were long scars running down each of her shoulder blades. He found himself watching the scars as they stretched with Blaise's movements and he wondered idly to himself, I wonder what her wings look like. The angel quickly brushed the thought aside as he realized it wouldn't matter. This girl should not even be alive.

"I think it's bedtime for little miss half angel here," Dean was saying in his big-brother tone. Blaise yawned in response and nodded her agreement. The three siblings went about their business, getting ready for bed.


It didn't take long for the drunken feeling in Blaise's head to taper off, leaving her sober and very much awake on the motel's couch. She could hear Sam's soft snoring from his bed and Dean's quiet mumbling in his sleep from where he lay. Despite having angelic power, Blaise needed sleep. Yet, despite her exhaustion from the previous hunt, she could not fall asleep. Thought's of the angel sitting just across the room from her kept running through her mind. She was afraid of him. Terrified even. Nephilim were never meant to exist, it was against the rules of Heaven and Earth to create one. She knew that, had always known that. But she felt as if she had purpose for being alive. And she had always tried to live a good life, hunting and keeping people safe. But now there was an angel in her life, and she knew very well that he hated her. Castiel would want to report her to Heaven and let the other angels deal with her as they saw fit. When Nephilim were noticed by Heaven they were normally marked for execution. The few Nephilim that were living on Earth kept themselves hidden. Blaise was the only one to use her powers, the only one that should have been noticed. She wasn't sure how she'd gone so long without Heaven seeing her.

With a heavy sigh, Blaise got up from the couch and grabbed her jacket off the floor. She shrugged it on and, ignoring the stare Castiel was giving her, she proceeded to leave the motel room. Of course she did so without using the door, much to Castiel's surprise. The angel transported himself outside, positive that Blaise would have been miles away by now. But there she was, standing by one of the motel's vending machines. He approached her cautiously, unsure of what to say.

"Hello Castiel," Blaise greeted, not looking away from the vending machine. Casitel nodded to her, then realized that she wouldn't have noticed it.

"Hello Blaise," the angel replied. He stopped several feet away from her and watched her as she continued to stare at the machine, "Do you not need to sleep?" Blaise was caught off guard by the question. It was a simple enough question, but it wasn't one she ever expected to be asked. The girl nodded.

"Yeah, I need to sleep just like any other human," she responded. Castiel tilted his head slightly in confusion.

"But you're not actually human, not really," Castiel said, speaking the first thought that came to mind. Blaise knew the angel wasn't actually insulting her. His kind hated her kind sure, but she was quite sure that most angels didn't understand how offensive the truth could be. Knowing this didn't do anything to quell the sudden anger that flared up inside her.

"I get that you hate me, I get that to you I'm nothing more than pond scum," Blaise growled, "but I am a person, I am at least half human and I am someone's family, even if I don't fit in. So I suggest you either report me to Heaven so they can execute me or you learn to deal with me being around those two in there. Got it?" The anger abated as quickly as it had surged, leaving Blaise drained and guilty.

"I'm sorry Castiel, I shouldn't have blown up like that," the girl apologized, her amber eyes glowing in the dim light coming from the vending machine, "I know that if you were going to report me to Heaven you already would have, right?" Castiel nodded, he had felt guilty himself when Blaise had gotten angry. He couldn't understand why he felt bad about upsetting her. Maybe it was just him empathizing with her on the fitting in. He sometimes felt as if he didn't belong in Heaven.

"There's no need for an apology," Castiel said, "I'm not reporting you to Heaven because of Sam and Dean. And that is the only reason. You're still an abomination and shouldn't exist. Nothing will change that." Blaise nodded, her bright eyes glistening with tears that she refused to let fall in front of this man.

"Thanks, I guess," was all she said as she walked back to her motel room, entered and then finally fell into a restless sleep.

Hey there. We're at the end of chapter two and yeah I know, it's moving kinda slow here. The next chapter or two should have some hunting action in it and stuff. I've got a bit of writer's block and I can never really think of what Cas should say or do. I'm trying my hardest to keep him and the brothers in character. I'm also trying hard to keep Blaise from becoming a dreaded Mary-Sue so let me know how I'm doing so far.

Anyway, next chapter should be up soon and I promise this will get more exciting.

R&R and take care all!

BT