Present Day

She supposed it was just another day, everyone at the bunker was moving at a slow pace due to the rainy season. That and it was just normally slow, and she tried her hardest to not fall asleep as her eyes scrolled across a few of Kevin's scribbles, her mint green colored eyes squinting and her head pounded painfully. Reading Enochian wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do. It certainly had its troubles.

There was something about these trials that didn't settle with eyes scanned the surrounding area, taking in everything around her while trying to give her eyes a she pushed her chair back, the legs making harsh squeaks against the arms were covered by purple and black arm warmers so as to cover up the marks she had made on combat boots made a soft thud against the tiled ground, her black leather pants hugging her legs as she moved. She was on the hunt. It wasn't as if she enjoyed this, waiting behind while Sam and Dean go find she had had it her way, she would be out of this hell hole, hunting down the monsters of the world. Monsters like her.

It wasn't as if she could refuse this job, someone needed to stay behind and watch after Kevin. As much as she hated being the Winchester's guard dog, she owed them her after they saved her from whatever was left of her Pack and spared her life. She sighed, bored already. She had done these jobs over a million times before, and she hated every second of it.

"Sera..." A masculine voice, smooth as silk, resounded in her head. She froze, her brows furrowing as she cocked her head to the side slowly. A deep, wolffish growl vibrated from her. It wasn't audible to the humans, but to those who were part of the supernatural world, yes it was earth shakingly terrifying.

"Crowley." She retorted with a sneer, glaring ahead of her. Seraphiel could sense him near by.

"Oh, come now, why aren't you smiling? You always used to smile," Crowley's voice continued, sounding sad as he brought up the past.

"That was a long time ago, have changed–times, in fact have changed."

"Oh no doubt of it. But you always used to have such a pretty smile." Crowley's cockney accent dug at her , the ruler of Hell, the leader of the Demons that slaughtered her parents. She wanted nothing more than to make all of them suffer.

Seraphiel closed her eyes, calming herself down. She began to walk again, walking into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. She hadn't been resting well, and whenever she could rest she was woken up by Sam and Dean's excessive bickering.

"Hey." She heard a tired Kevin greet her from behind. Seraphiel whirled around and have him a quick smile, leaning against the kitchen countertop.

"Hey, Kev. Up for coffee?"

"Sure thing." Kevin replied shortly. He'd been acting strangely since the day before when she had walked in on him frantically searching yet another tablet and muttering to himself about something. She had heard him and someone else talking on the phone, but couldn't make out who or what the conversation was about. She sighed heavily, turning around and scooping in some more coffee grounds before shutting it and pressing brew on the coffee machine. She heard his feet shuffling across the floor before pulling up a chair and settling into his seat. A soft groan escaped him.

Seraphiel stood up straighter, her fingers combing through her long, ravenous hair. Turning, she gave a hard stare in Kevin's direction. His disheveled, black hair twisted and pulled in a few amusing directions. His plaid, blue night pants seemed almost too long, and his off white long sleeved shirt clung to his thin but toned arms. If exhaustion were a ghost it would have haunted him.

She walked up to him, resting her hand on the table, her palms pressing down into it. Her eyes scanned over the pages of scribbles again.

"Do you mind?" He questioned in an irritated voice. Her right eye brow arched and she straightened herself up.

"Dick." She muttered to herself, not caring if he heard her or not. He sighed heavily.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't have a good sleep last night."

"And while I understand that, that doesn't mean you get to snap at me. Especially since I'm picking up your slack." At her words he cringed slightly. She really did have a way with words, but there was something in her eyes when she looked at him.

He sighed, watching her turn around before shaking his head ashamedly. He felt bad about not telling her the things he, Dean and Cas discussed. He didn't like not telling her what he had heard. Dean had yet to call him back, he was starting to get worried.

"Some weird meteor shower last night, huh?" She asked as she grabbed two mugs and began to pour their coffee. Kevin looked at her.

"Yeah, totally." He agreed too quickly, hurrying to grab the cup of coffee out of her hands as she offered it to narrowed her eyes at him. He was lying, she knew that. Lies were very common in the Winchester's company, but up until now they'd never really lied to her. If anything, they turned to her to fix their domestic arguments. She turned on her heels, walking back to get her cup of coffee. She chose to ignore the lie, it was only a matter of time before something happened that brought it to light.

She poured some sugar in her coffee, mixing in a bit of milk with it when she heard her phone vibrating off the table.

"Could you get that for me, Kev?" She asked. He obliged, seeing Dean's name displayed across the screen. He answered it quickly.

"Dean?"

"Kev, where's Seraphiel? She needs to get down here now." Dean's voice seemed broken and shaky, making Kevin's eyes grow big with worry. Sera stopped twirling her spoon around so she could listen.

"What happened? Where are you?"

"The hospital. I got to Sam in time, but those trials...they really messed him up. Kev, Sam...he's in a coma. And it's not looking good."

Seraphiel turned sharply, grabbing her black trench coat from the back of Kevin's chair. She lightly snatched the phone from his hand, putting it up to her ear.

"On my way." She said, determination pressing her on. She hung up the phone, grabbing an Angel blade and shoving it in a sheath she had made for it. Waving goodbye she shut and locked the front door. She didn't know what had happened but she was sure as hell going to kick Dean's ass for it.