Today.

Whatever storm your father had planned for you, it started today. At least, that's what his note said.

Maybe Sam was right. If Lucifer was dead, your father could have been wrong. Perhaps nothing was happening today… But it was still eating at your mind.

You walked into the kitchen, like you did every morning and the rest of the gang was sitting there. Sam and Cas sat across from one another, drinking their coffee solemnly. Jack stood at the counter, making himself a hot chocolate (you had learned very early on that Jack loved hot chocolate and would drink it all the time).

"Hi Y/N," Jack said. "Would you like some hot chocolate?"

Jack offered to make you some every morning. You appreciated the gesture and even took his offer sometimes, but today you shook your head, walking straight to the table and stopping in front of Sam.

"Hey, you know what today is, right?" You looked at him questioningly.

He sighed. He looked tired and you felt bad about having to bug him with your problems, but you didn't want to be alone on this. "Y/N, we don't even know if anything's going to happen."

"I know. I just want to make sure you're ready if something does."

He rubbed his eyes. "Yep. Sure."

Cas looked between you two. "What's today?"

"The day my father's plan is set into motion or something."

Cas's eyes widened. "Your father's pla- Sam? You knew about this?"

"What?" Sam asked, still looking exhausted. "Didn't I tell you?"

"No. Sam, what's going to happen?"

"We don't know yet. We don't even know if it's anything. Her father…"

His voice faded out as you felt yourself being pulled from your own body. Your chest hurt and you fell forward, but it wasn't you. Suddenly, you were looking through new eyes.

You blinked trying to get a sense of your surroundings. Whoever's body you were in, they were writing some sort of letter. You tried to read it, but all you could seem to make out was the signature at the bottom.

Jesse Turner.

You were moving again and found yourself standing in an alleyway. Once again, the body you inhabited was not your own, but you recognized the place as nearby your home. Or, your old apartment. You were waiting for something. You felt yourself put down your walls and try to read someone's emotions. They were calm, then suddenly scared, then… they were gone.

A wave of nausea hit you as you were violently pushed back into your own body. You were still bent over the table, clutching at your chest.

"Y/N? Y/N, what's wrong?" Sam was asking you. Cas had stood up and was watching you and Jack put a comforting hand on your back, as if to soothe you.

You stood up straight, the pain and nausea subsiding.

"Who's Jesse Turner?"

Sam sat you down in the main room of the bunker, attempting to explain his and Cas' previous encounter with a Cambion. You weren't as much listening to the story, as you were trying to figure out what this meant. There actually were others like you, something your father had told you, but you struggled to believe, given the fact that you had never met or heard of one.

"He's about your age now, Y/N. We haven't seen him since that day. So, you're saying you were in his body?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. I was in the body of someone writing a note, signed 'Jesse Turner'. Do you think he's still alive?"

"It's probable. Why connect the two of you now though?"

You tapped your fingers, restlessly. "Well, we are supposed to be part of some army. And, my dad wanted me to be some sort of 'leader' for this army. Maybe he's trying to jumpstart it somehow."

"You think he's trying to jumpstart fate?" Sam asked, somewhat sarcastically.

"I don't know! What are your theories?"

Sam opened his mouth to say something, but closed it yet again.

Cas interceded. "I don't see how this is helping us find Michael. So what if Y/N has some manipulative father trying to force her to comply with fate. It's not affecting us, so let's try to move on. If it starts to actually be a problem, then we find Jesse and ask him what's going on, but I'm not wasting my time on this."

He started to leave, but stopped when you spoke up again. "What I don't understand is why us. Me and Jesse. From what you say, we aren't equals. It sounds like his father was just a normal demon, and I was much more powerful as a child then he was-"

Cas turned back to you. "Just a normal demon?"

"Y/N, who was your father?"

You sighed. "Asmodeus. Prince of Hell." You kept going, not noticing the concerned looks between Sam and Cas. "I mean, not that that's important, it's simply my father's status made me 'worthy' in the demon world. I'm supposedly more powerful than the others and if what you say is true, than I'm much more powerful than Jesse… Why? What's wrong?"

Sam's face suddenly shot worry into you. Did he know your father?

"Y/N, do you know how Asmodeus died?"

You chuckled. "Yeah. The archangel Gabriel killed him, right? And quite understandably. What my father did to him…" you shook your head at the thought, "...I can't imagine how horrible it was for him. Especially after I got out. I hope he made him suffer."

"What do you mean 'after you got out'?"

"Gabriel helped me escape. I mean, not too much. But my father had me in a cage with a devil's trap inside. I was able to get the key, but Gabriel wasted some of his grace to break the devil's trap. I can't imagine how pissed my father was when he found out. But, I have no doubt that Gabriel gave him what he deserved. I hope he's doing well. Maybe one day I'll be able to make it up to him."

"Y/N? Gabriel's dead?"

"What? How?"

It's not that you were particularly attached to Gabriel. But he did help you escape your father, and this was news to you.

"Michael. But the reason I asked is because i was there. And I was worried you might be… upset."

"Upset? That you killed my father? No. But, if you knew my father, why are you okay with me living here. He was not a good dude. Surely you can't just be okay with-"

"You are not your father." It was Jack who spoke up this time. "Just like I am not my father."

You couldn't argue with that logic. You could see no similarities between Lucifer and his son. But you? Surely you had some of your father's traits in you that the boys could see. Maybe…

Maybe they wouldn't want you around anymore.

Sam shook his head. "Man, I wish I knew what I was getting into when I started this. But, no Y/N. I have no problems with you living here. Just… be careful."

"I've been 'being careful' my whole life."

It had been two months since you had moved into the bunker. What you had planned to be a temporary shelter while you looked for somewhere else to stay, turned out the be much more permanent.

You honestly like living with Sam, Jack, and Cas. They were all very welcoming to you. Even Cas has warmed up to you and would, on occasion, have nice conversations with you. Jack liked to hold movie nights, where he would force the four of you to sit down and watch something he had found on Netflix that he wanted to watch.

Tonight was one of those nights. Jack had picked some action movie that you had never seen before and Sam had made popcorn. Sam took the chair, as he always did and you sat on the far end of the couch, up against the arm, so that there was plenty of room for Jack and Cas to sit comfortably. Somehow, however, Jack ended up right next to you, so much so that your arms were pressed up against one another.

You didn't mind, he did that often, but you wondered if he realized he was doing it. You leaned up closer against him, almost unconsciously, to get some of his body heat.

As the movie started, you were startled by the sound of a phone ringing. It was Sam's, which sat in front of you on the table. You leaned forward.

"It's Mary," you said simply, tossing the phone to him.

He caught it with ease and answered. "Hey mom. What's up?"

You had met Mary already. She came back from her usual hunts a little while ago and stayed for about a week. Although you didn't really get to know her, she seemed nice enough. She didn't treat you too strange after finding out what you were and told you that as long as you were helping her boys, she didn't care who your parents were.

Sam froze, his eyes widening and Jack paused the movie. "No, she hasn't said anything to me… Really? So I… No I'll call her right away… Yes, of course. Thanks mom… Love you too. Bye." He hung up and looked between us.

"What was that about?" Cas asked him.

"It's Jody. She's got… or she thinks she's got a way to track Michael."

Jody Mills arrived at the bunker two days later. The first thing she did was hug Sam and tell him how much she had missed him.

"The girl's wanted to come along too, but I told them that it wasn't going to be a long visit and that you'd see them soon. I can't guarantee Claire didn't stow away in my car, though. You know how she is."

Sam chuckled. "Yeah. Uh, Jody? This is Y/N."

He turned to you and you gave a small wave.

"Oh no," Jody said. "Please don't tell me you're adding someone else to my 'Wayward Home for Girls'. I don't have enough rooms for this, Sam."

He laughed once again. "Oh no, Y/N's staying with us."

"Wayward Home for Girl's?" you asked, unable to stop your curiosity.

She approached you with a kind smile. "Oh yeah. Sam here occasionally offers an oasis at my house to teenage girl's who no longer have homes. My door is always open, of course, but it's expensive."

Sam sent her an apologetic smile and you laughed. "I see. Well no, I'm not homeless, not yet anyway. I guess that Sam could kick me out at any minute, but he hasn't yet. I'm here to help."

"Great," she said. "Let's get to work, then."