So I don't think the last chapter was such a hit, sad face. But I spent a lot of time on this one and I hope I get some good comments on it! So here it is! Enjoy! PLEASE REVIEW~


"You have to focus, Rylee." Castiel corrected her as he watched Rylee's attempt to move the empty whiskey bottle from the night before with her powers, but only to be staring at an unmoving bottle.

Rylee let out a fierce sigh, "I am!" She mumbled as she squinted her eyes at it with her fists clenched in concentration, but it was only broken when she heard Dean chuckled softly. She turned sideways toward him to see him and Sam leaning against the Impala with their arms crossed as they watched Rylee's lesson. She clenched her teeth when she seen Dean smiling at her failing attempts. "What the hell is so funny?" Rylee confronted.

Dean shrugged innocently with a smirk, "Nothing, just here for support." He replied, but he lied. The past times Rylee had her 'episodes' it was when she was angry. Her powers work with her anger and emotions so he thought to help by stepping on her feet. He watched in amusement as she returned back to the whiskey bottle, and only to fail again.

Castiel walked around behind her, "Act as if you are commanding it to move. Angels—"

"Well, I'm technically not an Angel." She interjected, "I don't understand. If God wanted to make me the most powerful Angel, why can't I even move a damn whiskey bottle?" She threw her hands in the air with frustration.

"You have the most powerful abilities inside you. You just do not know how to harness them." Castiel explained as he watched Rylee roll her eyes. He felt sympathy for her.

Rylee glanced toward Sam and Dean off to the side. The memories of the last couple days flashed as she thought back to her incidents that occurred with the two brothers. Her anger always triggered her powers, and she remembered their terrified faces they had when she was out of control. She didn't want to become that again, but she needed some motivation to get her abilities to fire up. "Just don't go overboard…" She thought to herself as she came up with a plan.

"Dean." She called out.

She watched him raise his head as a sign that he was listening, "You're good at being a smartass. Say something to piss me off." She commanded while she literally felt the confused looks of Sam and Cas toward her. Dean already had this plan fabricated in his mind, so he happily played along with the mutual idea.

Dean smirked at her. No way could he dish any physical insults on her. She was very fit and slim with her shoulder length brown hair with those glowing blonde highlights. He always felt an energy when those bright blue eyes stared at him. He cleared his throat, "You're good looks sure don't match your brain. Can't even move a damn empty whiskey bottle, and you're supposed to be the Divine Angel that punish the Angels that go against God? Boy, bet they're shaking their wings with fear right now." He let out a soft chuckle to push her even further and even elbowed Sam in the side to laugh with him. Sam let out an awkward fake laugh.

That kicked Rylee's emotions as she felt the anger building. She turned back to the bottle as she raised her hand quickly and imagined it knocking off the log it rested on. The bottle suddenly flew backwards and landed in the grass behind the log. A satisfied smile spread across her lips as she felt accomplished.

"Congratulations." Dean was the first to speak, "We can throw empty bottles at our enemies now. That ought to kill 'em."

Rylee's smile disappeared, "Do you ever take a break from the whole sarcastic asshole crap?" She asked as she shook her head at Dean's pride.

"No, he's like the Energizer Bunny but with sarcasm." Sam answered her bluntly as he glanced at his brother smiling wide at both of them.

"That was good, Rylee." Castiel changed the subject, "But you need to learn to use your powers without depending on anger."

"Right." Rylee responded with a sigh.


As a few days went by, they relocated a couple times to avoid anything after them. Rylee was able to advance with her angelic abilities. Manipulating objects like the bottle went on to levitating objects, as she tested this by stealing Dean's beer and Sam's computer when they had their backs turned. She no longer needed to depend on anger to trigger her powers. But even with a few days with gang, she still somewhat kept her distance. That is what she was used to, being alone. Though, she had to admit, that the two Winchesters were warming on her, even though she never thought anyone in high regards as the brothers. For Castiel, Rylee considered him a mentor. She always felt a strange connection with the Angel. Ever since he showed up in her living room when she was five years old, she considered him 'her Angel'. "Angels are always watching over us." Her mother always said, and Rylee believed it up until the day a Demon possessed her mom. A part of Rylee would always have the feeling of betrayal with Castiel. She always believed he would watch over her since he brought her the 'miracle'. But she was wrong.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Rylee glanced back toward Sam as he approached her as she sat outside on the bench outside their motel room. She brought her knees to her chest and shook her head slightly. "No."

Sam pressed his lips at the rejection. "Okay," He motioned toward the seat beside her on the bench, "Can I?"

She felt slight discomfort but she didn't want to be rude to Sam. He's never been crude or smart with Rylee unlike his brother. "Sure." She answered softly.

Sam lowered himself gently on the bench as he glanced around the parking lot. "I saw you out here alone, thought I would see if you wanted company." He mentioned as he glanced toward her.

The word 'company' sent a weird vibe with Rylee. She wasn't use to anyone concerning themself as company for her.

He cleared his throat after she didn't answer, "You don't talk much unless it's about the whole 'Divine Angel' case." Sam noted as he looked back out to the parking lot.

"I don't want to talk about that." Rylee responded quickly when he mentioned the words, 'Divine Angel'. She still wasn't used to the whole idea and she hoped with all her heart that Castiel just had the wrong girl, but she knew by now that the excuse wouldn't work.

"Okay…" Sam pulled back the topic. He tucked his hands in his jacket pockets as he let out a soft sigh.

Rylee felt how hard Sam was trying to connect with her and a part of her felt bad. Her exterior screamed to not continue to socialize with him, but deep down, she wanted to talk to Sam without any discomfort of her years of loneliness. "I'm sorry." She mumbled. It was the only thing she could think of to say.

She felt Sam's surprised look at her, "I understand," He returned, "I'm sure you feel confused about this whole Angel ordeal—"

"It's not that." Rylee interrupted. She let out a sigh as she felt Sam's anticipation for what she was talking about, "Just the whole…talking thing." She awkwardly confessed as she glanced at Sam.

He craned his neck slightly for a motion for her to continue.

"Before all of this, the only time I socialized with anyone was to interview witnesses during cases. Even during those interviews, I felt uncomfortable as hell." Rylee couldn't help but to smile slightly at her pathetic confession. "After the…accident in my life, I separated myself from everyone and anyone around me. I only associated myself with Demons and monsters as I hunted, but only for answers." Rylee let out a struggling sigh. She's never talked sincerely to anyone about her life. At this point, her whole body ached with discomfort. She stayed silent as she waited for a response from Sam.

He fidgeted in his seat, "I separated myself from my dad and brother once in my life. I didn't want to live this hunting life. I watched my dad struggle with it for years and Dean was readily following behind him, but not me. I left and went to Stanford to become a lawyer." He paused recollecting on the memories, "But obviously it didn't last long." His heart sank as he said the last sentence.

Rylee's attention was on full blast. She didn't know much about the Winchester brothers' story, and it felt good trading messed up life stories. "So, what happened?" She asked in suspicion.

Sam ran his hand through his long brown hair and let out a sigh, "My fiancé was killed by a Demon in my dorm…" His breath seemed a little shaky. "So I ran off with my brother and here we are."

She sat there in silence as she reflected on his story. A feeling a mutual interest sparked in her when he mentioned his fiancé being killed by a Demon. Her mind suddenly flashed with a memory of her mother being tortured and killed by a Demon. She squinted her eyes to push the pictures out of her head. "I'm sorry…" She replied for response to his story.

She seen the water in his eyes as he nodded shortly and met her gaze, "It's okay."


Rylee woke up in the morning with a new feeling. Ever since she had talked to Sam the night before, she felt a little different. Associating herself out in the open with someone like that was way off her agenda until it actually happened. Though, now she felt a mutual connection and she couldn't let that out of her head. She still felt discomfort with the whole situation, but she brushed it off as she sensed a presence behind her. She turned to find Castiel standing behind her with the usual seriousness plastered on his face.

"Hello, Rylee." He greeted sternly as he eyes her up and down, "You seem…different."

Rylee curled her eyebrows at him, "Different? Why would I be different?" She played dumb as her mind reflected back to last night with Sam.

Cas closed his eyes and shook his head, "Nevermind that." He changed the subject quickly. "Are you ready for today's training?"

Rylee nodded as he touched two fingers to her forehead, and they were suddenly at the middle of an opening in the forest; where they always trained at to hide from everyone else.

As they practiced manipulating objects for a bit, the Impala pulled up slowly and Dean and Sam got out to watch. Rylee was used to the brothers watching her training sessions. They always threw in pointers and attempted to help any way they can. And of course, Dean's smartass remarks were always present with him, but Rylee adapted and gotten good at ignoring them.

"Hey, Cas!" Dean yelled out from the distance from the Impala. "Can you teleport me a beer and have Rylee shoot it over here with her mind?" He joked as he watched Rylee turn at him and he couldn't help but to admire those blue eyes watching him. "Damn." He thought to himself. Even though Rylee wasn't much of a talker, he still felt she was growing on him. He had to admit, he wasn't fond of her when they first met. She didn't want help, she lifted the Impala in the air and almost damaged his baby, and she hurt Cas somehow with her powers. His whole life, he pretty much killed anything different, and boy, was Rylee different. If it wasn't from a visit from Cas informing them of keeping her safe, he would of shot first and asked questions later, which Sammy objected to always. But the thought of killing her without knowing about her whole 'Divine Angel' destiny made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Haha, Dean." Rylee laughed sarcastically at him. "How about I shoot my shoe over there at your head?" She fired back.

Dean smirked, "Whatever floats your boat, baby."

She rolled her eyes as she concentrated back at Castiel who was looking around the forest surrounding. She scowled in confusion at him, "What's wrong?"

Castiel glanced toward Sam and Dean. "Something is here." He muttered as he grabbed a hold of Rylee and they teleported right beside the brothers by the Impala. "Something is here." He repeated toward them.

Sam and Dean immediately ran to the trunk and pulled out three shotguns and threw one to Rylee. The four formed into a ring as they put their backs to each other as they prepared for what was coming.

Rylee couldn't help but to feel fear as to what was here. Her heart started to beat faster in anticipation. Castiel warned of other jealous and angry Angels wanting to kill her for being the Divine Angel, and not to mention Demons wanting to find her as well. She really didn't like this whole Divine Angel business.

She almost jumped when Dean cocked his shotgun and they all turned to see a girl with black eyes smiling at all of them. She had long black hair and had a long black dress on, her wicked smile still plastered on her face. "Hello there." She greeted.

"I suggest you turn around the head the other way unless you want to die you Demon bitch." Dean spat at the Demon. He knew what she wanted…Rylee, but there was no way in hell that he is going to let that happen.

The Demon let out a soft chuckle at Dean's warning, but she did not heed it. She watched the group's concerned eyes as 3 more Demons appeared from the forest.

"Shit…" Rylee muttered. She knew this wasn't going to end well.

Suddenly, Sam and Dean hit the side against the Impala and the guns ripped away from their hands with an invisible force, and another Demon grabbed Castiel from behind. Rylee unloaded a round of rock salt into the first Demon, but her grip on Sam and Dean against the Impala didn't let go. "Ow…" She muttered with a growl as she stared at Rylee. "You'll pay for that."

Rylee's gun flew from her hands as a force suddenly sent her flying backwards into the air.

"Rylee!" Dean's voice called out.

A tree hit behind her as her head bounced off the trunk and her shoulder made a sickening crunch. She saw the ground coming up fast at her as she was falling; her head bounced off again on the ground and darkness swallowed her.


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