"Shit, Cas. Ever hear of calling first." Dean gasped as he pulled away from her. Gathering herself up behind Dean's back, Lilly tried to regain her composure.

"You! Half-breed!" The monotone voice lost its cool.

The light in the room was almost blinding. Without thinking Lilly jumped up and went into motion trying to dodge the attack coming at the table. Lilly felt a wave of heat at the edge of her back.

"Cas!" Dean screamed as he pulled Lilly behind him.

"What is with everything trying to kill me? I am not this interesting." Lilly hid behind Dean.

"Dean, get out of the way. She is a half-breed." The angle in the corner suddenly wielded a long sword that hadn't been there a moment ago.

Lilly took a moment to think about that. Not only were monstrous werewolves and demons hunting her. But, apparently she could now add sword-wielding angles to the list of unfriendly beings. Her mind tried to wrap around the shadow wings behind the man.

"I am not moving." Dean braced for an attack. The sudden image of brass balls came rushing into Lilly's mind.

"She is a bastard offspring of Heaven and Earth. She is Nephilim." Castiel seemed to hiss the words.

Lilly shook behind Dean. Leaning against his back, Lilly prayed. It wasn't something she did often. And, in honesty the last time she prayed there had been a werewolf hunting her. A pattern in her life seemed to be immerging. But, putting that unsettling fact aside. It was her opinion that God would only want to hear from her if she actually had a problem or truly appreciated something. Other then those two extremes, Lily figured God had bigger issues to tackle then her bad days. And, because of this belief Lilly only prayed when she really meant it.

So I seemed to have pissed one of your angels off. I apologize. I would just like to have a day where a nice guy gets to hit on me without something trying to kill me. So God, if you wouldn't mind putting in a good word for me. I would really like the scary angel to not want to kill me. I might even push for like me, but I understand if you don't worry about it. And if I don't make it out of this… I wont hold it against you. But please protect Dean in this. Amen.

The light faded.

The death-toting-sword-wielding angel across the room pulled a chair away from the table next to him and sat down. The sword disappeared as if it had never been there. The abrupt shift in atmosphere left Lilly exhausted. Dean catching her as her legs began to buckle. Lifting her up in his arms, Dean cradled her against his chest. Setting her up on a bar stool, Dean continued to remain between the two of them.

"Cas?" Dean was obviously waiting for an explanation.

"She has Faith." Castiel said simply as if he was telling them that the floorboards were made of wood.

"Oh is that all." Dean irrupted possessively.

"Yes. If she has faith, she will be spared. The Nephilim were godless. I have not heard of one who choose to walk in Salvation." Castiel seemed to be more informing then explaining.

"Um… Not to sound extremely stupid in all of this, but how is that possible? I have to very human parents." Lilly reclaimed her discarded beer as she stayed behind Dean.

"You had people who raised you. Only your mother is your parent. Your father was an angel of the Lord. Dean, that is why I am here. Zacharia is looking for her, along with a few greater demons. They believe she will lead an army of Hell Hounds." Castiel put all of the information out on the table.

Through her shock Lilly felt Dean tremble. It wasn't visible. It was so slight that anyone else watching would not have seen the shiver. But, pressed up against his back Lilly felt the vibration move through her. Dean cocked his head.

"How are they finding her?" Dean asked flatly.

"Uh… I am a little stuck on this father thing. Are you telling me that my Mother was with an Angel and somehow neglected to mention this for 20 years." Lilly tried to grab onto the idea.

"You're 20?" Dean shot her a look.

"Yeah, but in all things considered, we seem to have bigger issues then an age gap." Lilly couldn't imagine how her age was suddenly the focus. Dean nodded his head in what could only be described as a self-satisfied frat-boy-smile.

"Your mother fled after conception. During her pregnancy she found ways of concealing herself and you. You're mother was picked by Zachariah, because your family is descended from a fallen angel named Danuel." Castiel continued the education.

"Wait. Hold up. Zachariah is the one who slipped it to her mother?" Dean broke into the lesson.

"Yes. Zachariah is the angel. He intends to use her as a weapon as well." Castiel was obviously saying more to Dean then the simple sentence.

"I… um… " Lilly was beginning to rethink alcohol.

"Dean, she will have the abilities. Hell will use her if they get the chance. And, if they do not get her, Zachariah will use her to advance the apocalypse." Castiel was updating Dean.

"How are they tracking her?" Dean shifted into hunter mode.

"She has been using divine abilities. As her abilities grow, she will be easier to find." Castiel stared forward at the two of them. "I will not be able to hide her."

"Can't you just hook her up with her own anti-tracking rib tattoo?" Dean put a plan out there.

"Come to me." Castiel looked at Lilly.

"It's okay." Dean stepped out of the way.

Lilly eased off of the bar stool like a man going to his death. The few steps between her and the angel seemed like miles. Castiel stood up, and then looking down on her placed his hand on her chest. The bones under her skin wrenched. The compression of motion forced the air out of her. Stepping back Lilly looked up in confusion. Then the ache began to itch. Scratching her ribs Lilly just waited.

"So what now, I am off the mystical radar?" Lilly looked at the angel.

The angel bent down slightly looking at her chest. The sudden invasion seemed so completely out of place. The sudden intrusion made Lilly lean back into herself. Closing her arms around her torso, Lilly tried not to glare at the creature who had decided not to kill her.

"It will not hold. The seal is already beginning to corrupt." Castiel turned to Dean. "Zachariah passed on a form of self healing to keep her until he could find her. The sigil will only have a day or two."

"I would like a better plan then having to do this every other day. Does it have to be on my body, or can it be on something like jewelry?" The sensation in her chest forced her to find a better way.

"It could be. It will not protect you if it is not on you." The angel looked at her again.

"Make me a template." Lilly said pulling a blank piece of paper from behind the bar. "Do you need to put some major magic who-doo on it or can I just make it?"

"The sigil protects. It does not need a ritual creation." Castiel placed his palm on the white paper. A searing light radiated under his palm burning the image into the paper.

"Then I have two days to find a way to make this a necklace. I can work with that." Lilly turned on her heels towards the workshop in the back.