After everyone had gathered into Bobby's living room, a silence fell. Liz felt the weight of it, it felt like it was suffocating her.

"Okay," count on Ellen to break the tension. "So what happened?" Liz took a deep breath before she began to speak.

"Apparently I'm not in fate's plan. I was never supposed to exist. I'm an anomaly." Shocked faces all around. Balthazar placed a calming hand on her shoulder.

"But that's insane. You were born just like any other person. I remember holding you for the first time in the hospital." Ellen seemed like the wind had been knocked out of her.

"You're right. She was born, and she did grow up. All of that was real. It's not implanted memories or anything of that nature." Castiel spoke from his place across the room. "I remember the birth. The garrison was assigned to watch over it. Make sure everything went smoothly." Balthazar looked to his brother, his face uncertain for a moment.

"But they only do that for special births."

"Yes. Like with Sam and Dean."

"Wait, so you watched when I was born?" Dean's voice held a note of surprise.

"Of course Dean we had to.."

"Not the point here!" Balthazar cut Castiel short. "So did they tell you why this birth was special?"

"Well, it was just said that she was important to God's plan. But as she grew, and heaven changed, it was forgotten. The Winchesters became our main priority."

"So my daughter is somehow important to this 'big plan' God's got cooking?" Ellen's anger was boiling below the surface and Liz and Jo knew one wrong word from either angel would put it over the top.

"Yes. But we're unsure of how she was intended to fit into it." Castiel seemed oblivious to the rage building in Ellen in that moment.

"My baby is not going to participate in this pissing match between two angels who can't even . . ."

"Mom calm down." Jo to the rescue. Ellen gave her youngest an expression that would have sent most running for cover. "We're all in this 'pissing match' as you put it. We've all been pulled in, we're all participants. So it's a little late to try and stop it."

"Joanna Beth . . ."

"Arguing is not what we need right now!" Liz shouted, finally speaking up. "What we need is to figure out what happened, and why it happened. Now my head is killing me, and I'm going to go upstairs and rest for a while. When I get back you guys need to have something, any kind of plan, to figure out what we do next!" And with that said, she made true on her promise, turned and went up the stairs.


Once alone Liz pulled her duffle from under her bed. She dug threw in, setting weapons and ammo aside until she found what she was looking for. A book. A little leather book, it was dark blue and tattered. She ran her fingers on the engraving in the front of it like she had done so many times before. 'You'll know when to open it'. She opened book and began reading the first page. Halfway through she stopped, dropped the book and covered her mouth with her hand. This was impossible. It was insane. And yet. . . she picked the book up off the floor and continued reading. Everything was explained. She knew now why she was born. And God it made her sick. If all of this was true . . . so many lives she was in charge of. How could one person change so much? She sighed. The book told her what she had to do. And the first thing on the list? Inform Balthazar. Of everything. He was going to be pissed.


Sorry for the long break and short chapter guys. I'm suffering from a bit of writers block. I know exactly where I want the story to go . . . getting it there is proving to be a little more difficult than expected. Don't worry, the cliffy will be rewarded with juicey details next chapter, she has to talk to Bal after all. :)