A/N All characters belong to the writers and creators of Supernatural. Except those that arose from my own twisted imagination. They belong to me.

Chapter Four-Bits and Pieces

"Kaleil."

The voice echoed inside her head as a memory struggled to reach the surface.

"Kaleil, we have to go."

Kylie was vaguely aware that Sam was saying her name but she was lost as the voice screamed through her head.

"Kaleil, we have to go now."

"Gabriel why..."

"Kaleil. My name was Kaleil." Sam and Dean exchanged a look.

"You remember when you were an angel?" Sam asked, looking concerned. The last time this happened with Anna it had not ended well. Kylie shook her head.

"Not everything. Just bits and pieces. Gabriel's voice saying we had to go. I didn't understand why. Just things like that." Castiel sat next to her.

"But you remember your given name." He made this statement with a touch of pride, almost as though he was happy to have a member of the flock come home but Kylie glared at him.

"Why was Gabriel so concerned about you? Were you one of the angels who want me dead?" Castiel looked confused and hurt.

"No. Not at all. I was stationed on Earth, you were in Heaven with the Archangels. I only saw you the one time, when I was created. You were with your brothers, standing behind them as we were sent to our assignments. I never gave you any thought." Kylie refused to break eye contact and Cas had to look away first.

"Gabriel why do they hate me?"

"Because I love you more than I love them."

Kylie stood suddenly.

"I need to get out of here." She was across the room and halfway out the door before Sam, Dean and Cas could even react. Sam grabbed her arm.

"Kylie you're tired. Why don't you come back in here, get some sleep and we'll figure things out?" Kylie pulled away from him.

"Screw you Sam Winchester. I didn't ask for this and I'm not going to let you drag me into whatever you've got going on. I'll go into hiding. You don't contact me, I won't contact you alright." She turned and stormed down the stairs, running across the parking lot the second her feet hit the pavement. Castiel turned to the Winchesters, concerned.

"You can't let her out of your sight. Gabriel was right about the number of angels that wanted her dead. Metatron was one of them." Dean frowned.

"I thought he was just God's secretary back then. Why would he care about Kylie?" Cas knitted his brow.

"Metatron is a purist. He considered her an abomination. He has all the power now but if there is a chance that Kylie could find her grace, she could easily destroy him. She's the twin of an Archangel, split directly from Gabriel at the time of his creation. She may not have been an Archangel but she was more powerful than any average angel ever created." Sam grabbed the keys to the Impala.

"I'm going after her." Dean grabbed his arm and snatched the keys from Sam's hand.

"The hell you are Sam. You're still half dead." Dean walked back to his bag and grabbed his gun. "I'll go."

"Dean, c'mon. I'm fine. She'll listen to me." Dean looked over his shoulder at Sam and smirked.

"Really? Because she sure didn't seem to all fired happy to talk to you just now." Dean walked out the door and ran down the stairs.

"Dean!" He looked up as he got into the car. Castiel ran down the stairs behind him. "I should go with you." Dean shook his head.

"No. You need to stay here with Sam and Crowley. Sam's not doing to good Cas. And Crowley…" Dean shook his head. "I still don't get what's going on with him. You're the only one I can count on right now Cas. Please." Castiel walked up to Dean and stared into his eyes.

"Alright. If you're sure this is where I need to be, then I'll stay. But please," Castiel's eyes were pleading, something Dean had rarely seen before. "Stay safe. And find my sister. She's all I have now." Dean frowned.

"Cas that's not true. You've always got me and Sam. Hell, you and Crowley are BFFs right now." Dean opened the car door and climbed inside. "But I'll find her and bring her back. I promise." He started the car and peeled out of the parking lot.

Kylie had stopped running when she came upon a diner. She walked inside and sat at the counter. The waitress walked over to her.

"What can I get you hon?" Kylie reached for her pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill. It was the only money she had and she cursed herself for not grabbing her bag in the room before bugging out. She put it down on the counter.

"Just a cup of coffee please." The waitress flipped over a mug and poured her a cup.

"Let me know if you want anything else." She walked to the end of the counter where she continued her conversation with the cook.

"Don't come here often do you Kaleil?" She snapped her head around and saw an older man with a shock of curly hair and a grey cardigan sweater sitting in a booth smiling at her.

"Who are you?" The man kept smiled but it wasn't meant to comfort her. Kylie's heart began beating out of her chest.

"You don't remember me? I'm hurt. We spent so much time together back in the day." Kylie shook her head, memories coming back.

"Are you an angel?" The man laughed, rose and began walking towards her.

"At the moment, I'm the angel my dear." Kylie looked down to the end of the counter where the waitress and cook were watching them, their eyes as black as coal.

"Demons," she could barely speak above a whisper. The man smiled.

"They make great lapdogs. Much like humans." He stood directly in front of her. "I wouldn't worry about them my dear. You and I have much to discuss."

Dean drove slowly down the street, looking down every alley and side street for Kylie. He drove past the restaurant where he had picked up Crowley and Castiel just a few hours before, looked through the window and slammed on the brakes. Metatron was in there..with Kylie. He looked quickly at the building. The doors were metal with porthole windows. He could work with that. He ran across the street and knelt down by the door. Dean could hear Metatron talking to Kylie but he couldn't make out what he was saying. He quickly rolled up his sleeve and slashed his arm, gritting his teeth from the pain. Standing up, he dipped his fingers in the blood and quickly drew an angel banishing sigil.

"I hope this thing still works." He muttered to himself. He stood and opened the door.

"Hey asshole!" Metatron whirled around and Dean slammed his bloody hand against the sigil. A light flashed, thunder rumbled overhead and Metatron disappeared. Dean raised his gun at the two demons but they fled their meatsuits before he could fire. Kylie sat in the chair, staring at Dean in horror. He walked over to her, his gun by his side.

"Are you alright?" Kylie didn't answer him. "Kylie!" His voice snapped her back to the present. She finally saw him and looked at his arm.

"Oh my god Dean!" She ran behind rhe counter and grabbed a clean towel and wrapped his arm. "Who was that? And how did you kill him?" He grabbed Kylie's arm and pulled her off the chair.

"I didn't kill him. He'll be back so we've got to move now." Kylie didn't hesitate and the two of them ran to the Impala. Dean spun the car around and hurried back to the motel.

"We need to get Sam, Cas and Crowley and get out of town now." He said as he sped down the road. "If Metatron knows you're here and he's got demons working for him, we're screwed if he finds us." Kylie looked over at him.

"Who's Metatron? And how did he know who I was?" Dean pulled into the motel parking lot and looked at her.

"He's the one that tricked Cas into closing Heaven." They jumped out of the car and ran to the room.

Crowley was snoring in the backseat, his head dropped back and his mouth wide open. Cas stared out the window, still overwhelmed with guilt. He had banished his brothers and sisters to the Earth, probably killing them. Dean was driving though he was starting to get groggy. After drinking that beer, he probably should have let Sammy drive but Sam still didn't seem ready for that. Kylie sat between them. She had finally gone to sleep with her head on Sam's shoulder. While he didn't look to comfortable about it, he didn't push her away. Dean glanced over at them.

"What happened between the two of you Sam?" Sam looked down at her and then glanced over his shoulder at Cas. Dean rolled his eyes. "C'mon Sam. It's just Cas. Spill your guts." Sam stared out the front window, focusing on the overcast day outside.

"It was back when you were with Lisa, before you knew I was back from Hell. Samuel and I went hunting with Brandon and Kylie and…well…she and I hooked up a few times." Dean smirked.

"How many times is a few times?" Sam rolled his eyes.

"C'mon Dean." Dean shook his head.

"Don't 'C'mon Dean' me Sam. She called you when she was in trouble, not another hunter. You and I both know that Brandon and Kylie ran with a bunch of hunters over the years. They were with those cousins out of Dallas for a long time. She hasn't seen or talked to you in two years and she calls you and, obviously, thinks you two had some kind of connection. So spill." Sam sighed in resignation.

"We hunted together off and on for three months, tracking a huge vampire nest in Montana." Dean raised his eyebrows and nodded for him to go on. "And we basically spent every night together, ok?" Dean frowned.

"You're leaving something out Sam. That can't be the only.."

"Dean, she was a virgin." Sam looked out the side window and then looked over at Dean. "Alright? Are you happy now? She was a virgin and I didn't care. That's why she thinks we had something. Because I let her think we did." Dean let that sink in and then snapped his head around.

"You mean that's why she turned me down? Because she was a virgin?" Sam rolled his eyes as Dean continued. "So, I wasn't good enough four years ago but you show up without a soul and that makes you Mister Right?" Sam looked exasperated.

"You're seriously going to go there? Out of that entire story that's what you focus in on?" Dean opened his mouth to respond and then closed it, shaking his head. They drove a few miles in silence.

"So what happened? Why hasn't she tried to call in two years?" Dean glanced over at Sam again who was looking down at Kylie.

"Brandon caught us. He and I got into a big fight, I broke his nose and his arm. I almost killed him. Samuel dropped them off at a hospital and I never heard another word from them until last night." Sam glanced over at Dean. "So now that you know, can we just drop it please?" But Dean wasn't ready to drop it.

"Sam, she's what? Twenty-seven, twenty-eight? She's been hunting since she was fifteen. How was she still a virgin? I mean, how did she hold out that long?" Sam snorted.

"Dean, not everyone is like you."

"She'd lost Gabriel." Castiel's voice in the backseat startled them both. Sam turned around.

"What do you mean?" Castiel looked him in the eye.

"She said that she felt it when Gabriel died. That a piece of her had been ripped out but she didn't understand what had happened. Maybe she was trying to fill that void with something else and you were there." Dean nodded.

"See Sam. She was using you she just didn't know it. That should make you feel better, right?" Sam snorted.

"Oh yeah. Tons better. Thanks a lot." Dean smiled.

"Glad I could help you out."

They drove the rest of the way to the Men of Letters bunker in silence.

Metatron sat at the diner counter, sipping a cup of coffee and silently fuming about losing his opportunity to kill the abomination. He had to be sure though. She was Gabriel's twin. The thief who made the youngest Archangel the weakest of the four. When Gabriel died and she did not reappear, Metatron had assumed she was dead. Then Bernael showed up on his front porch and told him that he'd found an angel who still was. Metatron knew it was Kaleil and that his plan on ruling Heaven was in jeopardy. If Gabriel left any clues as to the location of her grace and she found it…

Metatron knew where they would be heading and, while he was tempted to strike quickly he had learned patience throughout his long years. The Winchesters would be on their toes and ready for him now. But there would be a distraction soon. He had written it down, he knew it was coming. That's when he could take them. He would have to send Elijah back of course. He didn't like working with idiots or demons but he didn't have many options.

Metatron finished his coffee and stood up from the counter.

"Your time will soon be up Abomination," he said as he wiped his mouth. Metatron turned, walked outside and disappeared.