Castiel made a slight grunt at the Winchester's request.

"We don't even know what's wrong with her. She could just be sickly!" Sam mentioned. Castiel placed his hand upon Esmerel's head.

"I-I can't-" He squinted making the signature 'confused puppy' look that he does. " I don't understand. I can't read her. I haven't the slightest idea what's wrong with her." Sam and Dean exchanged glances.

"We need to move. The job here is done; I suggest we get back to the bunker." Sam suggested, he began to back up their bags.

"I agree with Sammy." Castiel nodded to Dean and picked up Esmerel. The two men got into the Impala as the angel flew away with the girl.

"Damn it Cas. I understand he got his wings back and his grace and all that Metatron shit is over but does he really need to do that shit?" Sam shrugged.

"Do you really need to yell at me about pie?" Dean gave Sam a blank expression.

"What do you think?" Sam chuckled.

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

...

Dean and Sam had made it back to the bunker where Castiel had Esmerel lying on the floor.

"You couldn't have given her a room?" Dean chastised.

"She did that thing again!" Castiel argued. He felt drained. He couldn't fathom what she was or what she was doing, but it was taking a toll on him.

"Well, let's get reading." Sam pulled out three encyclopedias in numerical order.

"Sammy, how many of those do we have?" Dean inquired.

"Twenty-six, looks like there's one for each letter of the alphabet." Sam handed one to Castiel and threw one to Dean.

"Jesus Christ." Castiel gave Dean a look.

"Alright. Monsters and Myths from A-Z." The boys began reading. Hours later Sam stood up abruptly.

"A Nephilim!" Dean and Castiel exchanged glances.

"That's not possible." Castiel stated plainly.

"Why not?"

"I killed the only one in existence." Sam's face fell at the news.

"Great. Just great."

"But that gives me a thought." Castiel muttered. He gestured for the boys to follow him. Sam picked up the limp girl and they followed the angel.

"I want you two to hold her down." Sam nodded. "This will hurt her a bit." Castiel placed his hand where the base of the soul is. He shoved it into her body and Esmerel jolted. Castiel gave a puzzled look. He reached deeper. Esmerel began to sweat. "Her soul." He removed his hand. "It's weak. I think that's what she's been doing to myself and Crowley. Harvesting our Soul Energy."

"How is that possible? She'd have to be an angel." Castiel nodded in agreement with Sam's analysis.

"That's the problem. She isn't. She isn't human either."

"What is she?" Dean asked.

"I don't know."

"Does Crowley?"

"Probably. Which means we need to find out now because this girl is dying." Dean and Sam hit the books.

Esmerel could hear the three men. What did they mean? She wasn't human? Soul Energy? Woah! That winged freak just stuck his hand where it doesn't belong! She didn't understand, but the more she tried to the weaker she felt. It wasn't worth it. She blacked out.

...

Meredy, a twenty-one year old ginger with lovely brown eyes was walking across the street when she was stopped.

"Miss Jones?" A man in a suit and tie said her last name. Meredy eyed him suspiciously.

"Yes?"

"You're to come with me." He grabbed her arm. She yanked it away.

"I think not!" Meredy turned away from the man only to find him behind her. She smirked. "Another one of "The King's" henchmen?" she inquired. Meredy put her hand to his face. Her eyes went black and the man screamed. He fell to the ground dead with a hole burned into his abdomen. "Thanks Crowley, I needed a pick-me-up." Meredy turned and went on her way leaving the corpse in the dust.

She crossed the street to find the King of Hell himself waiting for her.

"Darling, did you have a good lunch?" He smiled at her.

"Always. Did you get Esmerel?" Crowley's smile faltered.

"You see, there was a bit of trouble with that." Meredy frowned. She stared at him with a blank expression.

"Do tell,"

"The bird doesn't know how to control her abilities like you do, darling. She doesn't even know what she is. She harvested a bit of my soul and Moose showed up with his shoulder pet."

"Cut to the point, Crowley." Meredy was not amused.

"She was taken by Moose. She's probably at their bunker. I can't get in, but you can." Meredy rolled her eyes.

"If I want a job done right, I'll have to do it myself."

"I have one more addition to my report, darling." Meredy gestured for him to go on. "Her eyes went white." The ginger smirked.

"She's a daddy's girl."

...

Esmerel shot up. She was covered in sweat and her chest was heaving. She looked around. They were in a different place than before. Not the house, no. This place looked more like a safe-house. Esmerel slowly stood. She tried to speak but she could barely get out a sound.

"Sam" she choked. She felt faint, her legs were about to give out from under. "Sam" she said louder. Dean walked into the main room.

"Esmerel!" He ran to her as she collapsed again. He caught her just in time.

"Dean" she whispered. He looked to her. "Help"

"CAS!" Dean shouted. Castiel and Sam ran into the room.

"Yes, Dean?" Esmerel looked at Castiel.

"C-castiel..." She mumbled. Castiel knelt down next to her.

"Yes?"

"Forgive me," She lifted her hand to his head but he caught her arm.

"What are you..." his eyes widened. "Go ahead." He let go of her arm. Her eyes went white as she took a bit of his Soul Energy. Castiel fell back. He was dizzier than earlier, but Esmerel look much healthier.

"I'm sorry." She leaned forward. "I don't want to die." She whispered. "I'll be careful, but please...help me." Castiel wasn't sure what this meant but he agreed anyway.

"Esmerel, can you tell us what's going on?" Sam asked. He helped her stand. She took in a deep breath.

"I don't know. What I do know is I don't have enough energy to sustain myself. That's why I-I instinctively harvested Castiel's energy. I don't know what I am, but I have no intention of killing anyone. Soul Energy is easily replenished with a bit of rest. I just don't understand..." She sat in a chair with her hands in her face.

"You took a bit of Crowley's energy, didn't you?" Castiel inquired. Esmerel nodded.

"Yes, why?" A light bulb turned on in the room.

"That's why you got so sick! You took Crowley's energy- the energy of a Demon and then Castiel's the energy of an angel! They counteract each other so until Crowley's energy is completely gone you're going to feel faint." Sam stated. He grinned triumphantly.

"Huh, that makes sense." Dean muttered.

"The big question is why do you have to replenish your energy in the first place?" Castiel wondered aloud.

"I don't know." Esmerel looked down. "I wish I did. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize." Castiel ordered her. She stared at him.

"A-alright, what are we going to do?" Sam smiled.

"You're going to stay here and rest. Dean and I think we know someone who might be able to help us out. We'll leave Castiel with you. Be careful, Esmerel." Esmerel looked from Sam to Dean.

"Call me, Esme."


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