They stood around in silence for over ten minutes, no one really knowing what to say.

Sam wondered if she felt as much of an outcast in her own life as he did in his. From what little she had said about her Father, he knew he wasn't around much. Well, at least in a non-omnipotent way. Since he'd gone off to Stanford, and even when he was younger, John hadn't exactly been around much either. No wonder she knew how he felt.

Dean didn't know what to think, other than life sure liked throwing him curveballs. And not the ones that broke at the last minute… the kind that were looping and so dirty, you didn't know where it started and where it would end up. Until he was pulled from the depths of Hell, he hadn't believed in angels or God, for that matter. And while Castiel's role in their lives forced the theologically-skeptical Dean Winchester to admit there might be a heaven, he still didn't believe in God; still didn't believe that there was something out there that would allow such bad things to happen to good people, for there to be such evil in the world.

But now the girl who had saved his life was telling him she was the child of such a being, the Creator. What reason did he have to believe her? Then again, there was an angel who had yet to lie to him, telling him it was true. So what reason didn't he have now?

"The child of God, huh?" Dean asked, rubbing his jaw with the palm of his hand. "That's a new one."

"Dean, I…"

"In time, you may seek your answers," the blue-eyed angel told him in an attempt to redirect the conversation toward more important matters. "But you need to pack up and leave."

This time, it was Scarlett know asked Castiel a question. "Now? Why?"

"They know they are here, Scarlett. All of them do," he explained, placing a hand on her shoulder. 'They will use whatever or whoever they can to get them, especially Dean. You must go, Scar."

"But, Cas…"

"I know you just wanted a day." He nodded in understanding. "But it can't happen, Scarlett. I can't ignore this order, not from Him."

She closed her eyes lightly and sighed, "I understand."

Sam watched as Castiel uncharacteristically placed a hand on her cheek in comfort. "You can do this, Scarlett."

"There's a lot riding on this, Castiel."

"I know," he agreed. "But He could have picked any angel for the job and instead, he picked you."

"Alright." She smiled half-heartedly as he dropped his hand and took a step back. "Send Father my love."

"I always do," he assured her and then disappeared.

Scarlett took a deep breath and then turned towards the brothers. "Okay, boys, take whatever you need to bring from your room upstairs. I'll pack the food in the car and load my weapons and gear from here into the car," she instructed them as the cabinets whipped open and food began flying off the shelves, which the boys found themselves staring at. "Uh… any time would be great."

Sam managed to close his mouth long enough to ask, "Where are we going?"

"South Dakota," the caramel blonde replied quickly as a cardboard box appeared out of nowhere and landed at her feet. "The safest place I can think of right now is Bobby's panic room."

A few cereal boxes landed in the box, neatly lined up, as Sam continued to question the woman. "And four of us are going to fit in Bobby's panic room?"

"It'll be fine," she assured him. "Now can the two of you please move your asses? I really don't feel like having to destroy my house with gunfire because of a demon invasion."

They didn't know how she had done it. Sure, they'd seen food and supplies Jean Grey themselves off of the shelves, but Scarlett had fit her entire weapons collections in the trunk and their food in one backseat foot well.

As the car cruised down the interstate, both Sam and Dean wondered what other powers she possessed, aside from being telekinetic.

"I need to get gas," the blonde announced, steering the car off the highway and into a fuel stop. As soon as the Mustang was parked in front of a pump, Scarlett hopped out of the car and began to fill her up. "How much farther do you think we have?" she asked Dean, glancing at him as he crawled out of the backseat.

"About eight hundred miles," he answered, stretching his back. "Why?"

"Sam," she called over the car to the younger Winchester. "Do me a favor, go into the quickie mart and ask the guy where the nearest motel is. I think we're about done for the night."

Sam nodded and began to walk around the car towards the small building. "Finally… I was about to actually swap spots with Dean and lay down in the backseat to sleep. I'll take care of the bill while I'm in there."

"Thanks, Sam." She smiled appreciatively at him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean protested as his brother headed into the store. "It's your car. Why do we have to pick up the tab?"

Scarlett rolled her eyes. "You don't even pay the bill anyway, Winchester."

Dean turned his nose upward. "It's the principle."

"How about… woman saves your life, you pay her gas," she retorted sarcastically. "How is that for a principle?"

"Fair enough." He nodded succinctly and leaned against the car. "Too tired to drive anymore?"

The young woman shrugged. "Not really, just sick of driving. I figured we'd settle in for the night, since I'm sure there are a thousand things that you and Sam want to ask me."

"You've noticed," he mused.

"It's not exactly hard to figure out, Dean," Scarlett chuckled lightly. "I kind of expected it."

"If you believed what I do… or did…" Dean rubbed his stubbly jaw line. "And you met someone like you, your head would want to explode too."

She agreed wholeheartedly. "I can't say that I know what you mean, but I understand. There's a lot of stuff I had to deal with growing up. Weirder stuff than you'd expect."

"Like what?" a voice interred ahead of them and they looked up to see Sam standing before them.

"Welcome to the conversation, Sammy."

"Sorry, Dean. I was busy figuring out where the hell we're going to stay tonight. Unless, you'd like to pull some directions out of your ass…"

"Just because I sold my soul for you once, doesn't mean I won't kill you…"

"Boys, knock if off," Scarlett sighed heavily and hit them both in the arm.

"Hey!" they protested in unison.

A smile cracked her lips. "It's going to take a while to get used to that. Where are we staying, Sam?"

He rubbed the spot she'd hit him lightly. "Pine Brook Lodge, it's about a mile up on the right."

Scarlett removed the nozzle from the car and hooked it back in its holster. "Pine Brook Lodge it is."

Dean screwed the cap back on and shut the panel. "You can't leave us hanging like that, you know."

"What are you talking about?"

"You were going to tell us something weird about your childhood," Sam answered this time, taking a few steps forward until he was next to shotgun. "Don't backpedal now."

The shorter brother climbed into the back as the female hunter waited. "Come on, tell us. You'll make us feel better about our wacked out childhood."

"Alright," she relented, sliding behind the wheel and shutting the door. "Alright. I'll tell you. Sam, shut the door." Sam did as he was told and Scarlett started the engine, pulling away from the gas station. "On the day I was born, a prophecy was made."

Sam's eyebrows shot towards the sky. "A prophecy?"

"Yeah." She bobbed her head. "And when I was sixteen, an angel told me that a prophet, on Earth, had written one about me. At first, I didn't believe him. But then again, what reason did I have not to?"

"What did it say?" Dean pressed her, leaning his forearms against the front seats.

The young woman sucked in her breath. "She who is endowed with the legacy of the Almighty shall be completed by the righteous man with the left hand of God's right hand."

Dean was dumbfounded. "What the hell does that mean?"

"Wait a second…" Sam's eyebrows furrowed together. "A prophet predicted your soulmate?"

"Seems a little mundane, doesn't it?"

The elder Winchester decided to add his two cents. "So this soulmate of yours… where is he? Is he dead?"

"Dean!"

"No, it's okay, Sam," the huntress assuaged him. "Dean, when you find him, let me know."

"So you haven't found him yet. Big deal."

"Despite your reputation, Winchester," the blonde sniped at him. "You clearly don't understand women."

"I've seen 'My Cousin Vinny,'" he retorted spitefully. "I know your biological clock or whatever is ticking."

Scarlett grew uncharacteristically quiet for a small stretch of road and then spoke softly. "I don't have one."

"Don't be ridiculous," Dean answered with a roll of his emerald orbs. "You don't look a day over thirty."

"I'd hope not, since I shouldn't look more than twenty-nine," she responded icily. "And like I said before, I don't have one."

Sam cut off his brother before he could make a further ass of himself, catching her previous emphasis. "Shouldn't look?"

An uncomfortable quiet settled over the car as it pulled into the motel parking lot. Dean chose to speak first, turning to eye her as she threw the car into park. "How old are you?"

The blonde took a deep breath, avoiding his gaze as she stared out the windshield. "Two hundred and seventy six."

"Son of a bitch."

"So will that be two rooms, a queen in each?"

Dean looked up at the desk attendant sporting horn-rimmed glasses. "Why does everyone think we're gay?"

"Actually," the man with the receding hairline interred. "I figured you and your lady would like some privacy."

Scarlett and Dean turned to look at each other, wide-eyed.

"His lady?" she jerked a thumb in his direction and nearly burst out laughing, which took a lot of restraint to repress. "No, definitely not. One room with twins will suffice. The boys can share a bed," she added, sliding her credit card across the table.

"Hey, Dean?" Sam spoke to his brother, two feet behind him.

"Yeah?"

"That's why everyone thinks we're gay."

The moon had appeared in the sky about twenty minutes ago, but Scarlett was making a point to close the blinds and curtains, effectively sealing the trio off from the rest of the world. While he was normally not the more pensive brother, Dean barely noticed as his brain swirled with various thoughts.

Two hundred and seventy six.

She could have known his first American ancestors. She could have known the grandparents he never really did. Or even…

"Did you know my mother?"

Standing in front of the door, Scarlett latched it shut and slowly turned around. "I didn't know her, but I met her once. I was passing through Kansas to take care of some business and bumped into her in a store, with your father. They'd just been married at the time. Neither of you had been born yet." Her five foot seven frame leaned against the green-tinged door. "It wasn't until I met your father again, years later in Virginia, that I realized who she was. And who he was."

Sam felt his heart skip a beat. This woman had met his mother just once, yet she had a memory of her that she could recall. And that was more than he ever had. "What was she like then?"

The blonde let out a light chuckle. "Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant."

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Brilliant?"

"She had me pegged from the moment that she met me," Scarlett explained with a look of sheer wonderment. "I don't think that your mom knew everything, but I believe that she figured out enough to know I was different."

Dean felt his eyes start to water slightly as he tried to keep his emotions at bay. He loved his mother and missed her more than he could possibly convey. Even though he'd only had four short years with her, she was the most amazing woman he had ever known and as he found out more about her life as the years past, that fact was only further cemented in his mind.

"You said you were in Kansas on business," the younger of the brothers mentioned. "What business were you there on?"

"I have a, uh…" She reached up and rubbed a hand along her cheek. "Bit of a reputation for getting hunters out of trouble."

Dean finally managed to find his voice. "Trouble? What kind of trouble?"

"Legal trouble. I was… and still am, I suppose… a lawyer licensed in all fifty states and every American territory."

Sam began to grow even more interested in her past at this notion. "Where did you go to school?"

Scarlett let out a laugh that puzzled the boys. "Started at Mount Holyoke in 1837, but I basically made my way through each of the Seven Sisters before I could get accepted into a law program. All-women colleges sucked. The girls there were bitchy prisses."

"The Seven Sisters?" Dean raised an eyebrow. "That sounds like a posse of demons."

His younger brother rolled his eyes. "Dean, the Seven Sisters are liberal arts colleges that started out as women's colleges. Each college had a men-only, Ivy League counterpart. First one was Holyoke in Massachusetts with Dartmouth. Then came Vassar and Yale, Wellesley with Harvard and MIT, Smith and Yale, Radcliffe and Harvard, Bryn Mawr and Princeton, and then Barnard and Columbia."

"Oh, those Seven Sisters."

Sam turned his attention back to Scarlett. "So where did you wind up?"

"When Columbia College moved to 49th and Madison in Manhattan, they became Columbia University and established a law school the year after. I finished up my last undergraduate program at Barnard and I became one of the first female law students there. Second to graduate."

"Why law?"

"Well," Scarlett clicked her tongue as she decided upon an answer. "I already know how everything in nature works, so I didn't need to be a biologist or physicist. And as for physics, well… I don't need to theorize about the Big Bang Theory, considering I know it never happened. Laws are always changing with the times. It's a direct result of human behavior. I find it fascinating."

"And what?" Dean added. "You knew everything else."

Scarlett shrugged. "Well, yeah."

"Yeah, I'm sure you know every single language ever created," he scoffed and backed up against the headboard. Her blonde head wheeled towards him as she raised an eyebrow. "Son of a bitch."

"You know," she laughed at him. "You seem to like that phrase an awful lot."

Dean stared up at her. "I bet you could teach it to me in thirty different languages."

The woman shrugged. "Probably more."

Once again, the elder Winchester brother was completely silent. The fact that her existence undermined everything he had previously believed in was a notion that was hard to swallow. One year ago, according to Dean Winchester, God didn't exist. There were no such things as angels. No prophets. No father, son, or Holy Ghost. There was no omnipotent being that could intervene at any moment, bestow a miracle upon some poor bastard who spent his day praying for one.

There was only evil and he knew that first hand. Soulless vipers who spread like the plague and robbed you of everyone you loved. He knew that too. There couldn't be a war between good and evil, Heaven and Hell, because only Hell existed. His father had been there and so had he. And his mother's spirit had been canceled out by a poltergeist.

But his eyes had been opened. For the first time, he couldn't deny the existence of heaven and angels. Nor could he deny the existence of God. Yet the biggest caveat to his belief in a good higher power was the past existence of a messiah: Jesus. Was Jesus real? Absolutely. Was he magical? Definitely not.

Well, he wasn't before this afternoon.

"So Jesus is your brother?" he asked, the question now fresh on his tongue.

She nodded. "Half-brother, yes."

Sam filled the momentary lapse with a question of his own. "And your mother was…"

"Not a virgin, nor was Mary."

"So where is she now?" Sam asked, slightly hopeful.

"She's been in heaven now for a little over two hundred and sixty years. She was a mortal."

Dean rose to his feet quickly and studied her. "And you're not?"

Scarlett shook her head. "You didn't really think that I'd survived three hundred and seventy six years on good luck, did you? As long as I'm on Earth, I'm immortal."

"Does anyone else know you're immortal?"

"No," she replied sadly. "The only other people who knew are long gone by now. I learned how dangerous it is to tell people my secret."

The second part of her explanation raised a red flag in Dean's head. He opened his mouth poised to speak, only to be cut off by Sam. "So, if you're over two hundred and seventy years old, you were here in colonial times with the Founding Fathers."

His scowl went unnoticed. Way to geek out when I have something important to ask, Sammy.

Scarlett smiled at him, appreciative of his enthusiasm for the legal history of the United States. "I've met every founder and every man who signed our Constitution. And to be honest, no one really liked Hancock after he pulled that shit with the Declaration."

Dean watched with amusement Sam's eyes lit up like he was a five year old in a candy shop. No wonder they get along so well.

And now that Sam had reached his five-year-old mode, the questions were about to come flying rapid fire. "So why don't you age?"

"I'm not really sure why," she answered honestly, bouncing her shoulders. "I turned twenty-nine and just stopped. Although, I'm glad I got to wear the fashions of the future with the same body. I much prefer jeans to petticoats."

"But Jesus aged," Sam continued.

Once again, she shrugged. "I guess my father saw what happened to him and realized his mistake."

Dean decided that it was his turn to contribute to the conversation once more. "Scarlett is not a very biblical name."

"Do I strike you as biblical?"

"And you're blonde," he pointed out, as well.

Scarlett allowed a small chuckle of amusement to slip past her lips. "My mother had an awful sense of humor. I think it was the whole water into wine thing. Mary… well, Mary is not as clever as my mother."

Dean folded his arms over his cream-colored thermal shirt. "Why would you say that?"

"She claimed to be a virgin, Dean," she deadpanned. "I mean, come on."

"Can you walk on water?" Sam picked up his line of questioning, to which she nodded.

His older brother reached into his duffle bag and pulled out a half-empty bottle of Poland Spring water then tossed it into her. "Water into wine?"

Scarlett caught the bottle and held it at the top, allowing the two to see all of the liquid remaining in the plastic. They watched as the substance changed from being completely clear to a light shade of pink to a merlot. "Now, I make a great wine…" she started as the liquid began to turn an entirely new shade, one closely resembling amber. "But I make an even meaner beer."

Dean's mouth dropped wide open and he pointed to his brother. "Sam…" He swung his index finger towards the lithe woman. "Marry her. Now."

Sam rolled his green eyes at his brother and then turned his attention back to their travel companion. "I just don't get it. Why did you save us? And Castiel? You risk complete exposure in doing this…"

"I know that Castiel is sometimes hard to understand," Scarlett sighed and pulled a chair away from the small table in the corner so that she could sit down to face the boys. "Angels are innately disconnected from emotions and rely solely on logic. But he tries, he really does. It's very hard to break away from what you are. You can't compare him to Anna. She's retained all of the human memories most angels have never been privy to… she's like the Spock of the angels," she added with the slightest hint of a smile. "With me, it's easier. I've been his charge from the day I was born and he knows me better than anyone else does. There's a connection between us that brings out protective emotions in him that he does not realize and would not understand. And while you probably wouldn't believe it, the only other person he has even shown any personal interest in is you, Dean."

Dean pressed a finger to his chest. "Me?"

"Yes, you," Scarlett affirmed. "He sent me to see Chuck as soon as he knew the final seal would undoubtedly be broken. I was to find out if Chuck had seen the future change. But when I got there, he had just sent you off and the archangel was coming. I stayed there, Dean. I stayed there to make sure the archangel would not come, would not touch Castiel because…"

"The one person an archangel would hold in higher regard than a prophet is the child of its creator," Sam finished for her. "So in just staying there, you drove it away?"

"He ordered me to go, to find the both of you since he knew where there was one, there would be the other. But I couldn't leave him there," she shook her head and paused to collect herself. "After almost three hundred years of protecting me, I could not leave him there to die. The bond between us isn't just one-sided. There was no doubt that the seal would break. My goal was to make sure you survived, Dean. I knew I could keep both you and Cas alive."

The hunter's jaw locked in anger. "And what about Sam? Was he just an added bonus?"

Her hazel eyes narrowed at him. "Don't you dare accuse me of being unfeeling. I didn't have to save Sam. In fact, I risked both of our safeties in trying to get him out of there with us."

"I thought you were immortal."

"On Earth," she corrected him. "But the moment that seal was broken, that room became ground zero for Hell. I'm not immortal in Hell, Dean. I'm as human as you and your brother."

"So why do it, Scarlett?" Dean pressed her, clasping his hands together at the foot of the bed facing her.

Sam tried to stop his brother. "Dean… come on, man."

"No. I want to know, Sam. I don't want to be on a need to know basis anymore. I want answers when I ask for them. And I this is an answer that I want now."

The blonde swallowed hard. "He's your brother, Dean. I never had a sibling of any kind. I was an only child. The closest thing I had was my best friend and I lost him when I was fourteen. I'd never wish that type of pain on anyone," she informed him, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "You want to know why I saved risked my own life to save your brother's, Dean?"

"Yeah," he answered defiantly.

"I pulled Sam out of there with us because I didn't find Zachariah's logic that his death would be the catalyst to your victory an acceptable reason to let him die."

If Dean hadn't been sitting down, he was certain he would have flown backwards. Her words stung as though someone had just punched him in the stomach. She hadn't saved Sam to be a hero. She had saved Sam because she knew that he couldn't go on without him, no matter what the angels thought. When he thought about Scarlett Lucas, he associated her with the angels as he had previously associated Castiel: a pawn.

But he was wrong. She possessed both reason and emotion. Had she not, bending to the will of her Father, it was likely that Sam would not be sitting ten feet to his left.

Sam, on the other hand, knew just how to approach her… the exact way he would want to be spoken to: calm and with understanding. He rose slowly to his feet and took a few steps towards her chair, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder as he towered over her.

Scarlett took a deep breath to compose herself and glanced up from the floor towards Sam behind her and then Dean before her. "Look, guys. I'm not like Chuck. I'm not a prophet and of all of the things I can do, predicting the future isn't one of them. I don't know if we're going to win. I just know what will happen if we don't."

A/N: I hope this clarifies some of the questions you might have had about Scarlett's life. Of course, I can't reveal EVERYTHING you probably want to know because that's part of the plot of the story! Haha. But I sincerely want to let you know that I tried to answer as much as I could because I appreciate your readership.

Speaking of which, it dawned on me the other day after re-reading chapter three, that I never wrote my reader replies for the previous chapter. I apologize and will do so for both chapter two and three now.

Nancy – Thank you, darling! And thank you for the help with the Jean Grey reference! You are sheer brilliance!

Angelofthenight – I just can't wait to get ambient lighting in my OWN car.

Deansqueen4 – I think Sam agreed with you on that. She is a lot like Dean, but there are some slight differences.

Winchestersarelove – Does that mean you're officially a shipper?!? I'd be overjoyed if you were! I will do my best in the immediate future, but I can promise you that down the road, there will be many more!

Mrs. Sam Winchester – Hey, Abby. Really glad you like the story! Thanks for reading.

Winchesters Are For Lovers – I must admit, the shirtless Dean can be attributed to my own need to read that… even if I am re-reading it! Haha. We'll see about Dean on a motorcycle. She'd have to get home first.

Maron771121 – Yes, there is! I hope to finish up the story by the premiere because I don't want to have to change the whole direction of the plot because of what I know. It's so HARD! Kind of like Jensen's abs… but I digress. And yeah, I'll totally take Kripke's job. More shirtless Jensen and Jared for all!

Jessica – You will get your answers in the next chapter! Promise! Thanks for reading!

OneAndOnlyHardyGirl – Yay! I win. Can I have Jensen as my prize?!? Haha. Thank you very much for the loyalties both in my new venture and past ones in fanfiction.

WinchesterAngel3389 – I am SO glad you came to check this out, Marina! I'm very glad that you enjoyed this and that you like Scarlett. I think she's the more badass version of Jessica with some powers, but totally in her own way.

Lati08 – I understand your point that everyone is God's child. God isn't making babies in the tradition, but she is his daughter in the way that Jesus was his son. Thank you for the compliment on my writing, though. I appreciate your criticism, nonetheless.

Hope you all enjoy this chapter! Feed the feedback monster!

- Danielle