AN: Here we go! Sorry it's been so long! Been so busy with school... Anyway. No edits. Really rough skim/read through. Might be a few errors. Enjoy! and thank you! - Dee

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[TIMELINE CONTINUED FROM LAST CHAPTER]

Dean turned up the music in the Impala as they drove West on I-90, headed for Sioux Falls. Sam stared out of the window as he drove, his brow marked with worry. He peered behind him into the backseat to look at their new passenger. She was passed out, facing the back of the seat, a worn red fleece blanket tossed over her. Sam turned back around and paused on his brother, watching as he drummed his hands on the steering wheel, mouthing the lyrics to Poison. "What Sammy?" Dean asked, reaching over to turn down the music. He shook his head silently to the question and returned to staring out of the window. "What?" Dean repeated a little more sternly.

"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Sam asked. "Taking an unconscious girl who may or may not be supernatural and dragging her off to Bobby's? She could wake up at any minute! We have no idea who or what she is!"

"And why exactly do you think I'm taking her to Bobby's then?"

"I just don't like this," Sam added, his jaw tense.

"And you think I feel confident about it?" He waited for him to say something, but when he didn't, he continued. "Look, Sam. She was in that house for a reason. And I don't think it was her doing. Does she look like a hunter to you?" Sam shook his head. "Does she look like a weird, crazy - anything that we usually see in places like that?" Dean asked, taking his eyes off of the road to look at his brother. Sam shook his head again. "That's what I wanna know. Why she was there and who sent her there. And the safest place for getting questions like that answered is - ?"

"The panic room," he answered, halfway rolling his eyes.

"Yup!" He smiled a bit at Sam. "Exactly and nothing is going to –" With a fluttering noise Gabriel appeared between the brothers, a fried chicken leg in his right hand, a bowl of caramel corn on his lap. Dean screamed, the Impala swerving out of its lane. "Sonofabitch," he shouted, scooting away from the angel into the door.

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Crowley

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I clutched the gold coin in my hand tightly, squeezing my eyes shut, praying the coin would start working again. My foot tapped wildly on the linoleum floor of the "nerve center" that Lannister had created near the gates of hell in Wisconsin. "How long's it been, Lannister?" I asked, trying not to let the wildness of imagination get to me. There could have been a hundred reasons the coin stopped working.

"An hour, sir."

"An hour?!" I screamed, turning to face the clock. "Get someone out there, Lannister!"

"We can't, sir," Lannister answered calmly. "We don't know what happened out there. Anyone could be watching that house now. We send one of ours out there we risk being found. And we can't have that, sir." I gritted my teeth and turned back around to face the window looking out into the cemetery.

"What else can we do?"

"Wait."

"Fuck waiting," I mumbled, cursing myself as I retrieved the necessary ingredients for a summoning. I couldn't believe I was stooping this low. I couldn't believe I was going to call on him to help me. That arrogant, snappy, flying monkey.

"What are you doing, sir?" Lannister asked cautiously, keeping his distance.

"Summoning Gabriel," I snapped. I had no other choice. I couldn't risk anyone knowing about the relationship I had with Addison. No one else could know about her either. The average hunter or demon had too much sense to know that I wouldn't care about the abduction of some college-age human. They would want to know the catch – they would want to know why I was worried about her safety. Demons and humans were alike in that fact – always wanting to know a cause – even if there wasn't one.

"Sir, is that wise?"

"No!" I barked, slamming a wooden bowl onto a countertop. "But what other choice do I have?"

"None, sir."

"Then do us a favor, eh?" Lannister's head tilted a bit to the side. "Shut the fuck up!" I screamed, drawing symbols on the floor. Lannister pursed his lips and looked away slowly. After a snap of my fingers, a fire erupted in the middle of the sigil. Gabriel's wings made a faint fluttering smile and he landed a few feet away. He stared at me with a small smirk.

"What did you manage to screw up this time, guard dog?" Gabriel snipped, unwrapping a candy bar that was stuffed into the pocket of his jeans. "Because by my being here," he peered at the clock on the wall behind Lannister, "I'm missing on wild and crazy sex. It's penciled into my schedule for right now."

"Addison's missing," I told him, getting straight to the point. I didn't want the flying monkey in my home any longer than necessary.

"How? And why?" Gabriel asked, his smirk falling. He stopped mid-chew and stuffed the rest of the candy into the same pocket. "I thought you were watching her."

"I was and still am. She got away from us."

"That's brilliant," he quipped. "I thought that you would prove my theory of demons only being selfish bastards wrong – especially after she's survived the last nineteen – almost twenty years that she's been alive. I can see I was wrong." I fought back the intense, rich urge to send him away, handle it all on my own, regardless of whether it broke my plan or not. "Where was she last?"

"Blue Earth, Minnesota."

"What in the name of – " he paused. "What was she doing out there?"

"We have the address," I answered, cutting him off. His golden eyes bore into mine. I slowly held out a piece of paper to him, matching the intensity of his stare.

"If I found out this has anything to do with you – you'd better pray I don't find you," Gabriel snapped, ripping the paper from my hand. He peered down and tossed the paper aside. "How long has she been missing?"

"Close to two hours."

"And you've just been in here, sitting on your pompous ass, afraid of ruining your reputation by going after her? That's all this about, isn't it?" I chewed on the inside of my cheek and looked down briefly. The guilt tasted hard and cold. I couldn't bear the thought of someone capturing her and torturing her for answers. Gabriel was right, but regardless, I still hated him and still didn't regret my decision. I couldn't throw years of work away because she was missing for two hours. "Let's pray Zachariah doesn't have her and that we don't meet again for a long time." He flew away instantly and I was beside myself. Gabriel would attempt to return her to her parents where angels and God only knew what else awaited them. Served his cocky ass right, but not Addison's.

"Oh, shut up!" I shouted, slamming my hand down on a nearby wooden table. "You're not going after her!" Gabriel could easily spot the angels from a mile away. He would be fine.

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Narrative

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The second Gabriel's feet touched the ground outside of the house, he could feel it. He could feel the residual explosion from grace sitting in the air. It was refreshing, pure, and untamed – nothing but innocence. He felt something else though, as well. He waved his hand to rewind time. Gabriel stood in awe as he watched the Winchester's Impala appear at the door. He grumbled under his breath as Dean carried Addison out to the car, her wings dragging the ground. He looked up and stared at the deep black sky above him and closed his eyes. "No," was all he could simply say, multiple times in a row. He didn't wait for anything else to happen. The minute he saw her wings, he was falling into the front bench seat of the Impala, right between Sam and Dean.

"Sonofabitch,"Dean shouted, scooting away from the angel into the door. Sam stared at the angel with horror and surprise.

"Please," groaned Gabriel, taking a large bite out of his chicken wing. "What is it with you Winchesters? Why is it always you two?" Dean laid into his horn at a passing car who had taken the time to roll down his window and shout out a few profanities. "I mean everywhere! Do you two just ever get tired of trouble?"

"Excuse me?" barked Dean, eyeballing the archangel.

"You two – you know – the constant battles. Always fighting even if it's with each other. For a couple of little humans who don't want to fight in the apocalypse, you sure pick enough fights to equal it." Gabriel waved his hand at the both of them and popped a large handful of popcorn into his mouth. Dean and Sam met eyes over Gabriel's head, confusion translating from each of them. "Do you purposely look for it? I mean do you just stumble into this shit on purpose? I honestly think you do."

"Are you trying to us something, Gabriel?" Sam questioned, adjusting as Gabriel turned to smile at a still sleeping Addison, her wings tucked neatly behind her. His smile fell when her energy touched his, when he briefly remembered that seeing her wings wasn't a good thing.

"Oh no," he whispered, his golden eyes enlarging. She would wake up soon if she continued to recharge like that. "Where are you boys headed?"

"Why do you care?" Dean snapped back defensively.

"Tell me or I'll drain it out of you. Your choice." Dean saw the flash in Gabriel's eyes and swallowed the counter he had ready.

"Bobby's."

"Hope you're all wearing your seatbelts," Gabriel warned. He placed his hands firmly on the bench seat after thrusting the bowl of popcorn and chicken leg into Sam's lap. Sam fumbled for a minute, grasping the bowl before the contents spilled. A few pieces hit the floor and Dean scowled.

"Hope you plan on grace vacuuming my car later," Dean quipped.

"We've got quite a bit more to worry about than your floor board, pretty boy."

"Okay guys, seriously," Sam chimed in, staring at the both of them. The car became weightless, drifting through a warp tunnel before stopping in Bobby's driveway. Dean and Sam sat speechless. The engine cut and Dean's jaw tightened.

"Safe and fast," Gabriel laughed. "I'll get her inside." He turned to touch Addison and Dean caught his shoulder.

"Don't you ever touch my baby like that again," Dean warned.

"Is he always this whiny?" Gabriel asked Sam before taking Addison inside. Sam smirked at his older brother as the angel disappeared. Bobby cursed as he spilled a fresh cup of coffee all over his desk, the sight of Gabriel and an unconscious woman startling him.

"Balls!" he shouted, tipping the mug upright even if it was too late. Gabriel smiled and fixed the mess, returning the coffee to the mug. "How'd you get in here and who the hell is that? This ain't a damn cemetery, even though everyone thinks it damn well is! This is an auto salvage yard!"

"She's not dead," Gabriel held her so Bobby could see her face. His jaw dropped. "Met her before?" Bobby nodded speechlessly. "Could I commandeer your panic room?" He nodded, walking towards the basement. He knew the angel was more than capable of teleporting her downstairs, but he opened the door and allowed Gabriel to walk down. He helped situate her in the cot in the center of the large circular room and covered her with a blanket when Sam, Dean, and Castiel appeared at the doorway of the room.

"Was it necessary for you to call your boyfriend?" Gabriel taunted Dean, leaning against the wall.

"I prefer an even playing field when something doesn't smell right," Dean replied, staring at Cas.

"I need to speak to him. Alone," Gabriel ordered.

"Would you idjits get upstairs and let the girl rest? She doesn't need to hear you four bickerin' about hell only knows what," Bobby snapped, pointing upstairs. The four men gawked at each other. Without a word Gabriel dropped them upstairs.

"Whatever you need to say, you can say it before the Winchesters," Cas insisted, holding his eyes on his reckless older brother.

"Castiel, this is important," Gabriel stressed. He waved a hand over a window and sigils sprawled out in each direction, covering every window in Bobby's house.

"I'm listening." Gabriel sighed loudly.

"Fine. If you insist on talking before these two, you need to turn off angel radio for a moment." Cas nodded and followed the order. "That girl down there is a nephilim." The younger angel's blue eyes lit up.

"Impossible," he shot back almost immediately.

"No, just a well-kept secret."

"All of the breeding mothers were executed."

"As far as you knew, yes."

"This is great news," Castiel chirped, a broad and rare smile creeping up on his lips. The war in heaven would soon end, the apocalypse would never happen, it would be alright – finally. "We should warn the brothers." Gabriel cried out and stopped him before he tried to fly away.

"No, brother."

"Why?" Dean asked. "You still have a beef with your feathered bird brains up there?" He gestured to the sky.

"You've met Zachariah, right, Dean?"

"Yeah."

"He seem like a real good hearted guy to you?"

"No," Dean scoffed. "He was a dick."

"Yeah, and on top of that, he was the one who supported the deaths on the nephilim's heads in the first place," Gabriel added. The innocent light in Castiel's eyes faded.

"Aren't nephilim half angel and half human?" Sam asked curiously.

"Yes," Gabriel replied.

"So why are they wanted?" Dean asked.

"You already know how Zachariah feels about humans. Imagine entire garrisons with that attitude. The idea of an angel and a human made them sick. God made nephilim special. They were the future rulers of heaven, the new peacekeepers – "

"Damn," Sam muttered, putting the pieces together.

"Most were killed off before they were even born. It was the only way they knew how to stop them at the time. To stop one in full form – " Gabriel whistled. "Damn near impossible. You need almost fifty angels to kill just one."

"So where's she been?" Sam asked, settling into the couch.

"Hidden away and watched over meticulously."

"Yeah, but why now? Why is she compromised now? Because that's why you're here, right? She was alone, passed out and now we have her. Not exactly being watched over…" Dean started.

"I'm still trying to figure that all out myself. She wasn't in this state when I saw her a few months ago. Something set her grace off – it brought her to full nephilim – wings and all. She was never supposed to do that."

"And why not?" Dean questioned, still not completely trusting everything the angel had to say.

"Her mother's wishes. She didn't want Addison raised like this. That girl has a hard life ahead of her. Most magic and Enochian - she'll have to learn now. It won't be instinct. It's like trying to learn Spanish as an adult." Dean balked. "She's lived so long as a human with hardly any grace, I don't see this ending well for her without help." The men took a moment to let the entirety of the situation sink in.

"I need a beer," Dean muttered, walking towards the kitchen.

"Me too," Sam added, trailing behind. The brothers sat with Bobby in the kitchen, explaining the story to them as the angels talked privately in the living room.

"I should have known," Bobby cursed. The Winchesters stared at him confusedly.

"How would you have known what she was, Bobby?"

"That damn ritual, remember? Voodoo lady and her hands – on assistant?"

"Light Girl?" Dean spoke, his eyebrows raised in shock. Bobby nodded slowly, fiddling with the beer bottle cap in his hands.

"That's impossible, Bobby," Sam continued. "You couldn't have known what she was. The nephilim were never supposed to exist."

"Yeah, but that don't mean there ain't lore about them either, boy."

"What kind of lore?" Dean asked, hunching over the table farther.

"Nephilim were supposed to finish out the apocalypse, destroy demons and be our protectors. They were going to put angels in their place – "

"I'm afraid there's more to it than that," Castiel interrupted, stepping beside the table.

"Like what?" questioned Dean, rising from his chair. Cas sighed and looked away, uncomfortably. Gabriel had left shortly after speaking with Castiel, to look more into the mystery of Addison's condition.

"Dean," Castiel began, "Sam." He looked at each of the men carefully. Sam rose to stand with Dean. "It is no coincidence that Addison was found by you two. You three are all involved in the apocalypse. You're also bound by blood." The brothers turned and made eye contact, squinting.

"Are you saying John had another love child?" Bobby squawked, thinking it out in his head. Castiel smirked and shook his head.

"Possibly."

"What in the hell does possibly mean, Cas?" Dean asked, sternly, folding his arms over his chest.

"The exact linage isn't for certain. Teodora never recorded or made a note as to who the father was, but the lore and prophecy says that the last standing nephilim would be of relation to the true vessels – which is you two."

"Who is Teodora?"

"Addison's mother."

"So, that girl down there could be our sister?"

"Or cousin, yes. Cousin is the correct term?"

"Yes," Sam answered, crossing his arms to mirror his brother before rubbing his face. Dean made a face of uncertainty and bit down on his lower lip.

"What do we do about this, Sammy?" Dean asked, turning around slowly. Sam dropped his arms, rubbing his face again wearily. It was nearing two in the morning and he hadn't slept well the night before. He was exhausted.

"This is a lot for two in the morning, Dean."

"That might be our little sister down there, Sammy."

"Might."

"No difference. Blood is blood. If she's a Winchester, she's a Winchester. She – is a – Winchester, right, Cas?"

"Yes, no relation to your mother's side, strictly Winchester." Dean smiled and nodded. Sam sighed.

"You take first shift with Bobby. I need to sleep," he stated, slapping Dean's back.

"First shift?" Dean asked confusedly.

"Yup," Sam shouted, walking into the living room to snuggle down on the old worn out couch against the wall. "Someone's gotta be awake with her. She's not gonna be in the best state of mind when she wakes up if she just underwent the change last night. Probably wouldn't be a bad idea if Cas stayed too to help since Gabriel left."

"It would be my honor," Castiel chirped about to grab Dean's shoulder to flutter downstairs. Dean stopped him and held up his hands.

"We can walk, Cas," Dean stated. "It's not that far." Castiel tried to fight the smile spreading across his face but couldn't stop it.

"Yes…" Bobby shook his head as the pair left the room and headed into the basement.