79 A.D. - Pompeii

The mountain had been acting up all week, but the tremors were not a concern as they had happened in the past. Nothing ever went beyond the occasional grumble of the earth, as if it were stretching out its tired bones. But this seemed to have something helping it, almost influencing it.

As soon as the sun was shining through the gossamer curtains and onto the bed, Rada entered the room carrying a tray of food for Maya. She placed it onto the table and walked into the off-room suite to gather clothes for her mistress to wear for the day.

Maya stood at the table still dressed in her light sleeping gown when Rada returned. She plucked a grape off its vine and popped it into her mouth. Without turning, she grabbed the goblet of wine and took a sip, then began to address her maid.

"Father has requested that I train all day today. More than I have in the past. He thinks that Mother will be able to locate me soon." Maya finished the rest of the liquid with a deep swallow as it burned down her throat. She set the goblet back down on the table. "I will need training clothes today, no dresses," she said in a commanding tone. Maya hated the idea of ruling over anyone, but as of late, her father made sure that she was taking charge, more and more.

It was something that Rada also took note of, 'It suits her' she thought to herself.

Maya turned to Rada who had yet to speak, but her silence was an eternal thing. Maya's father had removed her tongue years ago so that their identities would not be told to the wrong ears and had even made Maya watch.

Rada merely nodded in acknowledgment and turned back to grab the training clothes in exchange for the dress that was in her hands.

Clanging came from the yard with the occasional aggressive yell or scream of frustration. Maya stood opposite in the training ring from Master Andel. He was in the body of a handsome man who had a thick and defined muscular structure. Maya and her father had traveled to this time specifically for a reason—this man, well this demon, Andel was only one in a long line of Masters' that Maya had been training with. Master Andel was by far more impressive than the others. He always pushed her to her limits and just beyond the edge, but not so far that she'd fall.

Maya's father sat to the side of the ring under the inner courtyard and watched his daughter train.

"Fuck!" Maya yelled; Andel struck her with his spear, dislocating her shoulder and opening up a fresh wound.

His mouth twisted up as he slammed his spear down on the ground, the blade in the air.

Maya clutched her shoulder as blood seeped through her fingers. Father's rule was no healing until after training, and only if she won the fight. Andel knew precisely what he was doing by injuring her fighting arm.

"Give up, Maya, you know it's over." Andel's black eyes flashed. His deep voice sent a tremble of anger and pleasure down Maya's back, her attraction to Andel unchanged. Still clutching her injured shoulder, Maya dropped her sword and backed up to the weapons rack.

Andel lifted his spear and spun it with ease in his large hands before going into attack formation again. "You never know when to quit, do you?" he taunted, as he watched her movements with a predatory gleam in his eye.

Without turning her back to him, Maya moved her hand from her shoulder to reach behind her and closed her bloodied hand around the first weapon she felt, a spear, similar to Andel's. Her right arm draped uselessly at her side as her left hand held the spear at an odd angle as they circled each other.

A few moments passed before Andel charged forward, at Maya, who remained unflinching. At the last moment, as he swung the spear towards her head, Maya crouched under it and drove her spear upward toward Andel's heart, screaming out as she used both arms and all remaining strength in her body to push the spear up through Andel's heart and out his back. For a moment everything stilled before Andel threw his head back opening his mouth inhumanly wide as black smoke exited with an unearthly scream, erupting into the sky where it hovered.

Maya discarded the spear and Andel's lifeless body to the side and walked toward her father, sat down at the table and grabbed the glass of wine he offered her.

"Maya you're bleeding all over the table," he said gruffly as he raised the goblet to his mouth.

The smoke entered back into Andel's body. Sitting up, he pulled the spear out of his chest, before standing and walking over to the table.

"Much better than last time Maya," Andel said grabbing his goblet and drinking from it as he sat down, and his eyes dragged over her body. Maya put her drink down and met his gaze as it came back up to her face, raising her eyebrow and shooting him a look that screamed 'Really'. Andel cleared his throat setting down his drink and looked to Crowley.

"She's learned everything that I can teach her. Now it's just a matter of putting it to practice." Andel's deep voice rumbled as he spoke.

Her father sat forward to begin talking to Andel about what the next stage would be for the training. Maya tuned them out as she reached her hand up to her shoulder and began healing it, the joint reset with a loud pop and Maya groaned causing Andel to pause and look at her before continuing his conversation with Crowley. She left the wound on her shoulder open, it was already beginning to heal, and stood up walking inside to bathe the blood, sweat, and dirt off her body.

Hours later the moon was high in the sky and sleep was eluding her. Maya stared up at the ceiling while her thoughts were running a mile a minute, the migraine that began this morning was still making her head vibrate, and there was a feeling of unease that made her skin crawl. With an exasperated groan, she threw the sheets off her stiff body and moved to the on suite to use the restroom. Once finished she walked back out and disrobed quickly grabbing a fresh pair of dark breeches and put on a loose white flowing top, over the shirt she placed her corset leather armor, tightening it to the point where she could still breathe. She then slipped on her worn-in leather boots. As she finished, her father ran into the room.

"Good, you sensed it as well," he said slamming open the trunk that was at the end of her bed which he had locked with his demon powers. Of course, she knew what was in it, the future, he grabbed a backpack out of it and began gathering items out of the trunk and putting them into the bag. Rada entered the room just as quickly, her night shift on, Maya looked between the two of them

"Father, what's going on?" Maya said as she stood rooted to the spot. The sheer curtains on the veranda were moving gently with the wind that was sweeping in from the ocean. The full moon was casting an ethereal glow on the dark waters, but something more sinister was soon overpowering it.

"Rada, finish dressing Maya for traveling." Crowley barked out the order, leaving no room for questions. Maya knew that he was talking about rift traveling. The rifts Maya was able to open with her powers, let her go to different times and places in the world where she couldn't reach with her wings. No matter how many times she's opened a rift, it always made her weak and sick for days, since it drained a large amount of her energy.

Rada nodded curtly and helped Maya put on her leather gloves, the dagger holster around her hips, and finally, she strapped the baldric for the sword to Maya's back.

Crowley shoved a wrapped bundle into Rada's arms, it was the last item in the trunk and slammed it shut. He grabbed the other bag and moved to the bookshelf next to Maya's desk and began shoving the books haphazardly into it. As soon as Rada had unwrapped the bundle and removed the sword in its sheath, she placed it onto the baldric and buckled it down. She then grabbed Maya by the shoulders and made sure the girl looked her in the eye. Rada removed two of the daggers she always kept on her and slipped them into the sheaths that were on Maya's thighs.

"Rada, these are yours! I can't take them" Maya's voice cracked slightly.

'They were always yours. My life was yours, as soon as you saved mine.' Rada signed to her before quickly kissing her forehead and hurrying down the stairs with the third dagger in her hand.

Entranced by the orange glow and shocked by the goodbye from Rada and still not understanding what was going on she ran out to see the strange, terrible light. That was overpowering the moon.

"Maya darling no," Her father called out dropping the bag he had been shoving her last few belongings into when the ground began to rumble and the sounds of screaming and collapsing buildings entered her ears as she fell to the floor near the doorway of the veranda. Skinning her knee and cracking her head upon the marble. Her tongue darted out to taste the blood from her split lip as her father gripped her arm forcefully and pulled her up.

"It's time to disappear NOW!" He barked at her, seeing the hesitation in her lilac eyes. Of course, it was there. She was still young, barely a woman at 18, but the years of running and hiding from anyone that would try to use her against him, while he continued his deals, was the only way to keep her alive and hidden from her mother. Her eyes hardened, and with a quick nod, she moved away from him to grab the first backpack that was on her bed when they heard the strangled scream echo in the house and froze. After looping the bag over his shoulder, a sword appeared in Crowley's hand. Maya made to withdraw the sword attached to her back when her father shook his head harshly and pointedly looked at the daggers on her thighs. Moving to opposite sides of the door, they hid quietly waiting as footsteps hurried up the stairs.

A pair of two strong, tall men burst into the room followed by a small child. Without hesitation, her father swung his sword and decapitated one of the men, as he did so there was a flash of blue light leaving his body. As he was handling the first of the angels, Maya grabbed the small girl and slit her throat, the blue light leaving her body as well. As she finished the third man seized her throat, Crowley tried to get to her but was thrown across the room by the angel's powers. Maya clawed at his arm as he closed it tighter down on her throat. But it was no use. Black started to settle on the edge of her vision, and with the angel pinning her father down he couldn't help her, he was just a crossroads demon. Crowley looked helpless as their eyes met. Slowly and limply her hands fell away from the angel's arm, and her eyes rolled back into her head, the angel dropped Maya to the floor.

"Well Crowley I can't say that I haven't been looking forward to this, but the boss wants to see you, alive sadly, so that means you get to live for now. But where is this child of yours? That's what we're here for," monologues the angel as he stalked towards Crowley still pinned to the wall. Screaming was continuing outside as people ran from the fire that was raining down from the sky.

"Well you feathery asshole I'm not really in the mood for sharing anything, but perhaps she is," said Crowley as he lifted his chin towards where Maya's body had been lying on the floor. The angel turned to look, but the body was gone. When he turned back to Crowley, it was Maya that he was facing. Her wings were flaring, eyes glowing purple, and holding the Sword of Michael.

"Never turn your back to me, you bastard." she snarled and with one sweeping movement removed his head, blue light surged from his body as her wings disappeared and eyes returned to normal. Crowley dropped to the floor as Maya returned the sword to the baldric.

"You shouldn't have used the sword," he said as he put his sword away.

"You want to argue about that now?" Maya said grabbing the dagger that she dropped. They were making their way to the door when another more powerful vibration had them gripping the walls.

"We need to leave now." They began down the stairs running toward the front of the house when another quake happened, this time the earth thundered, and a massive shockwave sent both of them forward landing on their faces. Maya lifted her head from the floor and saw Rada's lifeless body in front of her, and she quickly grabbed the third dagger from where it was on the ground.

With a groan, Maya's father was on his feet first helping her up. Once they righted themselves, they rounded the corner and were almost to the door when a high pitch whistling reached their ears.

"What is that sound?" Maya asked as the sound grew louder. As soon as the words left her mouth, there was a massive crash as a flaming boulder smashed through the roof of the house. Maya's father grabbed her and covered her with his body as debris rained down around them, the wall on the other side of the room was knocked down exposing the cobblestone streets outside. People were screaming in pain as the rubble was crushing them, blood spraying out of their mouths, wasting their last breaths on asking for help at people running past.

"Bollocks, your Mother always did have a flair for dramatics," Crowley grumbled as he removed his arms from around her head.

"Come on Darling we must get going before she finds us." Grabbing her trembling hand, he ran towards the screaming, sounds of fire and hopefully into the fray where they could remain hidden from the force that was causing this.

The explosions rocked the ground, and the fire that fell from the sky was horrible, but the worst thing, Maya had decided, was the ash. It clung to her skin, filled her lungs, and it took all her strength to keep herself upright, running and pushing through the bodies of screaming people around her.

"Father," she called out as they ran, he ignored her as he watched for more angels.

"Father!" she yelled at him in Gaelic. Being in Greece but hearing his native tongue caught his attention. He shoved a man carrying a screaming child out of the way and moved into a side alley that no one was on and turned to her.

Looking at his daughter as people continued to run past them, as the ash fell heavier now and covered her uniquely silver hair making her look like the sniveling, crying apes that were running around screaming. She stood before him, and he knew this was the last time that he would see her: the last time he would look into those eyes that were her blessing -not that he believed in that garbage- and her curse. But he believed in her.

"Maya, we have very little time now love. She is close, and I will not let her get you," Crowley pulled the bag off of his shoulder and draped it onto her small, but muscular frame. He placed both hands on her shoulders looking her in the eyes.

"They are here now. You cannot fly, your Mother made sure of that with this ash. You will have to go without me.." she looked at him shaking her head as tears welled in her eyes and began to fall creating rivers in the ash on her face.

"I can fight! You know I can, I can kill just as well as you!" she cried hysterically shaking her head, the ground quaked again and this time the mountain exploded and a massive ash cloud plumed up into the sky. Crowley looked at her and shook her shoulders to stop her hysterics.

"Maya! There is no time. You only have the energy and time to go yourself." The ash was sweeping through the higher homes of the city caking people in ash and killing them almost instantly.

With a nod she turned away from him, her eyes glowed a bright purple as she held her hand out in front of her. A few feet away from her there was a spark and crackle before it started to grow into a floating orb and began elongating until it stood roughly six feet tall. Maya lowered her arm, and her eyes returned to normal.

"Tell me now what it is that I've taught you." Crowley said as he stood next to her looking at the rift.

Maya glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "Stay low, go fast. Kill first, die last. One shot, one kill. No luck, all skill." she muttered out.

Crowley kissed her forehead leaving a smudge mark of his lips in the ash that coated her. As he did so, two people stepped into the alleyway that they were in and began running as fast as they could toward them with their eyes glowing blue.

Crowley shoved Maya through the rift, as soon as she disappeared the rift fizzled and disappeared.

"I love you, darling." He said softly as the two angels grabbed him and with a whoosh of feathers disappeared with him in their arms as the cloud of ash consumed the city.

Present-day - Kansas

"Son of a Bitch," Dean said heavily as he sat down. Sam unfolded his arms and looked from Crowley to Maya in shock of the bombshell that they just learned.

Jody was the first to speak. "You're telling me that she was born in the 1700's?" She whispered. Being around the Winchester's made it so not much shocks you, but this was completely unexpected.

"Yes," Crowley started "and No." he walked over to the cart that had the alcohol on it in the library and poured himself a glass before draining it and pouring another. Dean's eyes tracked his movements, not trusting him for a moment. Castiel as if reading the hunter's mind followed Crowley into the room.

"Are you propositioning me Feathers?" Crowley said without turning to face them or Maya's unconscious form on the floor.

"We want answers Crowley," Castiel said in his rough voice, reaching out and touching Crowley's shoulder and forcing him to turn around. Sam was at Maya's side moving to pick her up when Crowley tried unsuccessfully to hide a low growl that rumbled deep within his chest.

"Moose get your hands off of her" Crowley snarled, pushing Sam back away from Maya with his power. Sam was still upright and only a few feet away from her before Crowley seemed to realize his slip and cleared his throat before finishing his drink.

"Well boys, let's get her into a room that's large enough for her wings and get to fixing them and her," he said as he walked past them toward the hallway that led to the rest of the bunker.

"Moose! Pick her up! You're the only one large enough to carry her with her wings." He said with a wave of his hand. Not looking back at them as he did so.

Sam rolled his eyes but bent down and began to pick Maya up into his arms. The feeling of the feathers of her wings brushing against his arms made him shudder, the warmth coming from them was relaxing and welcoming. Sam pulled Maya closer to his body, and the chains rattled together as he did. Dean and Castiel stepped in front of Crowley.

"Do you know where you're going?" Asked Dean lifting his eyebrow. Castiel looked at Crowley who smirked at the sight of the broken nose his daughter gave to him before turning his attention to Dean.

"No squirrel, maybe you could be the ever gracious hostess and lead the way?" Crowley bowed at the waist gesturing with one arm for Dean to lead the way. Dean's cheeks pinked before he turned and began guiding him down the hallway. Castiel followed behind Crowley and left Jody and Sam to bring up the rear.

"In here," Dean said as he turned on the lights of the gym. The padded floors would make it easier to care for Maya and more comfortable for her if they needed to trap her, not that Dean was worried about her comfort. Dean didn't like the idea of it thinking back to the bruises on her ankles and wrists that were there from bondage.

"I doubt this will work for long once she's awake, but for now it will do," he said as Sam carefully stepped through the doorway, Maya's wings were dragging limp on the floor behind him. Jody was the last to step through holding the first aid bag since Maya ripped open some of the stitches on her torso and the damage on her wings hadn't been looked at yet. Sam gently laid Maya down on the floor as Jody set the bag down near Maya's body.

"Thanks, Jody, get Dean to show you to one of the spare rooms so you can get some rest. We'll come to get you if we need ya" Sam said as he extended Maya's black wing out as far as it would go. Crowley was monitoring every touch that Sam made on Maya's body.

"Come on Sheriff, it's not the fanciest place, but the beds are warm," Dean said casting a look at Cas and nodding at Crowley. Castiel nodded back as Dean placed his hand on Jody's back to guide her out of the gym and to a bedroom for her to sleep off her long shift and the heavy shit that was just dropped over all their heads.

Sam sighed heavily and looked down at Maya, her white wing on the right was still bent in toward her body, and the break seemed to be bleeding freshly. Casting his eyes over her left-wing, it looked to be in better shape, so he kneeled on the floor next to her broken wing.

Reaching out and touching the bone around the fracture, her blood coated his hands quickly as it rolled over the feathers. Realizing that he can't see the break or the real damage because of the blood, Sam lets out a heavy sigh.

"What's wrong Sam?" Asked Castiel as he crouched on his knee on the other side of her wing looking across to meet Sam's eyes.

"I can't fix the break, and I can't even see it with all the blood on her wing. Wait you can heal her! We don't even need to worry about this, I can't believe I didn't think of this before" said Sam as he put his hands on the floor. Castiel leaned over and placed his hand over the break.

"That won't work." Muttered Crowley as he cleaned out the dirt from under his fingernail. He had gone from leaning against the wall to sitting on a weight bench. Both men looked at Crowley, as he continued examining his nails, trying to remain indifferent from the current situation but wasn't fooling anyone.

"Why is that?" Castiel asked irritably at Crowley as his hand still hovered over Maya's break.

"Why what?" Asked Dean walking back into the gym with a bowl of hot water and some towels.

"Crowley was just about to grace us with the knowledge of why Cas can't heal his "daughter"." Sam said to Dean sarcastically as he held up his bloodied hands air quoting.

Dean snorted as he set the bowl down next to Sam and folded his arms over his chest.

"I can't wait to hear this. Tell us, Crowley, since you seem to be so willing to share information with us, like say oh "Hey boys, I have a daughter who is a Cambion just FYI" we would love to know why it is Cas here can't heal her" Dean said passionately as he stared down Crowley.

Sam began to wash the blood off of the break so that he could see what he was doing. It was going to be a more difficult fix, but they couldn't exactly take her to the hospital to set the bone.

The muscle under his hands fluttered as he softly placed them on her when he did there was an electric flash from his fingertips to his toes and all of the sudden he couldn't hear Dean yelling at Crowley anymore.

Looking up he saw the whole room was frozen, he continued his visual search, and his eyes roamed over Maya's form. Still in the shitty bunker robe that now had her blood soaked into it, the bandages over her wrists and ankles. The chains etched with Enochian that bound her legs and arms in what must be an uncomfortable position. He didn't notice that Maya was now conscious.

Her eyes were inspecting him. Mainly his face, the way his eyes were traveling over her not in a sensual way, but she felt almost as naked as she was in front of him. When his summer sun eyes locked with her lilac ones, there was a link that passed between them. When he blinked the moment was over within a second and the room came back into real time.

Maya's eyes flicked from Sam's down to his lips and back up. Understanding what she was asking Sam leaned over her, his forearm on the floor by her head and his other hand reached out and pulled the gag off of her mouth.

"I could kiss you right now," Maya said with a soft laugh, pain still laced into her voice making it sound strained. Blushing and clearing his throat Sam grabbed a towel to wipe off her face, gently taking care around her black eye. Even still she hissed at the touch, and Sam's look turned apologetic as he softened his touch further.

"You will do no such thing, Maya." Crowley practically growled out. Maya rolled her head away from Sam., who was stricken with sudden jealousy that her attention was elsewhere but moved his own back to her broken wing.

"Oh good. I was so worried that you were gone," Maya deadpanned while glaring at him, her arms still bound behind her back.

"Here's a brilliant idea, how about you remove these BLOODY chains off of me so I can fucking move!" Maya shouted at Crowley as a heavy British slang accent broke out of her full lips.

"Woah, okay everyone take a step back. Let's talk about this." Dean said coming to stand in between Crowley and Maya to stop the argument before it got any more heated. Maya's fiery glaze slid over to his face and rolled her eyes.

"You're going to play the voice of reason now? When you were the one that had a gun pointed at me less than an hour ago?" she said to him, as she rolled her head back toward Sam as he flushed water over the break and she screamed out. "Fucking hell!" Jerking away from the pain her wings flared out knocking the bowl out of Sam's hands, and the chains rattled together.

"Will someone take these things off of me? Please" she asked again. Looking at Sam first, then to Dean and Castiel. Crowley huffed in the corner.

"Not before we get some answers," Dean said crouching down on the floor in front of her. He gripped the chains moving her, so she was sitting upright. Sam was behind her on the floor just in case she faltered and subconsciously put his hand on the small of her back, touching her exposed skin through the torn robe where her wings ripped through.

"Is Crowley telling the truth? Are you his daughter?" Dean asked.

Castiel was off to the side his arms folded over his chest, as he tried to read Maya's mind and see her true form. If she was Crowley's daughter that meant she was a Cambion, but why did she have wings?

"Yes," she said her voice tight after she looked from Crowley to Dean, shifting to get more comfortable. Dean looked over his shoulder at Crowley.

"It's your funeral" Crowley mumbled snapped his fingers, and the chains disappeared. Maya moaned as she fell forward on the floor once her arms were free and braced herself upright glaring up at her father.

"Hello Darling," Crowley said to her, while it's his usual greeting there is a warmness to it that has never been there before.

"Maya," Sam's hand immediately moved to her shoulders and helped her sit upright as Dean stood up and walked over to Castiel.

"We need to set the break. It's going to hurt, but we have to since Crowley says Cas can't heal you. Is that true?" Sam asked as he moved to kneel in front of her.

"Yes it's true," Maya said as she grabbed the bag with the medical supplies in it and began digging through it. Sam knew what she was looking for and grabbed out the painkillers for her, and tipped a few into her hand. Maya gave him a small smile in thanks, took them dry, and nodded at him.

"Cas, what are you getting from her? Anything?" Dean whispered to Castiel leaning on the wall by him, so they weren't overheard. Castiel looks from Maya then to Dean.

"I don't know. I can't read her mind. It's like she has a wall up. And if she's a demon I can not see her true form what I'm seeing is more confusing than anything." Castiel says as his lips press together in a tight line.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked leaning in closer to him.

His scent was intoxicating to Castiel, who was already having trouble with him so close, the stolen grace was only helping cover the very human impulses he was feeling.

He was yearning to grab the worn Led Zeppelin t-shirt Dean was wearing and push it up to expose more of his tanned, freckled skin. He ached to brush his fingers across it. To watch it flush before following with his lips and tongue. Castiel believed the noises that would fall from Dean's lips would be as good as he imagined when he was stroking himself to completion in the shower last night.

"Uh, it must be this stolen grace," Slightly shaking himself out of the memory Castiel mumbled clearing his throat, Dean nodded his head in empathy and reached out and gripped Castiel shoulder.

"We will get yours back as soon as we take care of Miss Cambion over there." Dean removed his hand before he lost control against the urge to pull Castiel to him and kiss his chapped lips, that he had just licked while he was trying to answer Dean's question. They walked back over to the rest of them.

"I am going to need help setting the bone, Dean." Sam looked up at him from where he was sitting on the floor next to Maya. Crowley crouched down next to her, he didn't say a word but reached out and gripped her shoulder. Sam gripped the hanging part of her wing while Dean stepped closer to her body. He hesitated to reach out and to touch her wing, it seemed wrong, intimate almost, but he knew this needed to b done. He gripped the bone firmly but gently and nodded at Sam. Castiel joined them and held the tip of her wing to support it while Sam was holding the bone on either side of the break.

"On three. One, two.." SNAP. Maya screamed out as Sam set the bone back in place. Dean and Castiel quickly braced break as Sam started wrapping it up. Broken sobs passed through Maya's lips as the boys worked on the broken wing. Crowley reached out and began running his hand through her dirty hair, whispering in what sounded like Gaelic. The boys all looked at each other, Sam and Dean gave Castiel a look and directed their eyes toward Crowley who was now pressing his forehead against Maya's, his hand rested on the back of her neck as he spoke softly to her in the foreign language. Castiel nodded in understanding and paid more attention to the Father and Daughter, three feet from them.

The boys folded Maya's wing as Sam wrapped it around itself to stabilize it while it healed. Once that was done Dean, and Castiel stepped back. Sam stood in front of Maya and reached out his hand to help her stand.

"She's injured Samantha, not weak she can stand on her own." Crowley said coolly from his spot that he retreated to while they had finished wrapping her wing. Maya looked at Sam, her eyes still shone with the pain of resetting the bone, but a look of stubbornness took over and with Sam next to her in case she stumbled Maya got to her feet.

"Shit…" she grumbled under her breath as her black wing flared out slightly to help her balance. Sam gripped her elbow to help. "Thank you, Sam," Maya said as she briefly touched his hand that was on her arm, another jolt passed between them, and Sam released her once she was stable.

"Yeah here is some" Sam said as he dug through the laundry room to find something for Maya to wear. Underneath a pile of clothes Dean hadn't put away yet, Sam pulled out a pair of Charlie's pants and a Game of Thrones shirt that had the House Stark direwolf sigil on it in white saying 'Winter is coming'.

"Charlie, our friend, is a huge nerd for this kind of stuff. I'm sure she won't mind you wearing her clothes. I don't know if she has a, um...that is to say, you guys are…" Sam had started to try explaining there's no way one of Charlie's bras would fit Maya, if she had one here, Maya's breasts were too large.

Sam didn't exactly stare, but when he spent the last half hour re-stitching the opened gash on her torso, he did happen to notice, even though she had a towel to cover her breasts while he worked on fixing the lower section of stitches.

Thank god Dean, Castiel, and Crowley (very reluctantly) left the room before then so they could talk about a way to kill Abbadon.

"It's okay, Sam. I think I'll be okay without a bra." She chuckled lightly at his struggle. "I really can't thank you enough," said Maya as she clutched the clothes to her body, giving him a coy smile.

"Um, ye..yeah no problem" he cleared his throat as she looked up at him. She left her wings out, since she was weakened and needed all her strength to heal. Even though they were folded up tight against her back, they took up a considerable amount of space around her. The tips of her flight feathers brushed the floor behind her, creating whispers as she followed him out of the laundry room and towards the bathroom.

"Go ahead and wash up in here," he said as he opened the door into the bathroom. Maya slipped past him into the room, and her left-wing brushed over his arm causing a warm sensation to spread through him.

"Take your time. We'll be in the library." Maya nodded and closed the door after Sam walked away.

"So let me get this straight Crowley, you're telling me that the only way to kill Abbadon is with this First Blade?" Dean asked as Sam walked up into the room. Crowley stood on the opposite side of the table.

"Not the only way but yes. The Knights of Hell are almost impossible to kill, but there are ways." Crowley said after he downed the rest of the bourbon in his glass. Sam leaned against the pillar next to Castiel.

"What's the First Blade?" Sam asked Crowley

"The First Blade was the weapon used by Cain to kill Abel, but was lost long ago," Castiel explained. Crowley gave a slight nod in agreement.

"That was until one of my associates caught wind of a rumor that it has resurfaced again," Crowley said, Sam and Dean looked at each other then to Crowley.

"Do you know where it is? Are Abaddon and her followers after it as well?" Sam asked.

"The angels are, along with the Sword of Michael" They all looked over at Maya who was walking towards them. Cleaned up and looking less worn she sat against the edge of a table, and she shifted her wings, so they were out of the way and began and folded her arms. At the mention of the sword, Sam and Castiel looked to Dean, whose jaw clenched.

"Those dick bags won't trick or force me into doing anything for them," Dean practically growled out "how do you know what they are doing anyway?" He asked her, and the other men looked to her, waiting for her reply.

"Who do you think did this to me." She said staring at him, not focusing on anyone else. Castiel went rigid, memories of his time under Naomi's thumb flooded over him. "I've spent the last couple of years locked up there with those assholes. They beat me, broke every bone in my body and used my powers, but I still have ears and eyes." She broke her gaze from the intense stare of Dean's green eyes and looked at her Father before standing up and walking to the leather chair near the door where the sword that Jody had found her with still sat. Maya picked up the sword and turned back and walked to the table Dean was seated. Sam, Castiel, and Crowley joined her at the table.

"Dean, you're Michael's perfect vessel. You are his sword, but this" she pulled the sword from its scabbard and looked over it "this is the Sword of Michael." She finished as the men all looked at her.

A/N:

Hey everyone. Sorry, this took so long to get this chapter out, I finished it and then realized it wasn't where I wanted it to be. So then I rewrote some of it, got a writer's block, moved past it and finished it. But then the holidays popped up and work got crazy busy so I wasn't able to even touch it to start editing until about a week ago.

I am in need of a beta reader also. Bekindplsrewind is going to be busy for the unforeseeable future and wanted to make sure that I could have someone that would be able to keep up with my writing schedule, she's amazing and I'm sad to lose her, but I understand. If you guys are interested in being a beta please let me know!

-N.

P.S. - It would also be super amazing if I could get 5 reviews before the next chapter! I would be ever so grateful! Thank you!

-N.