'Father's left me with a child.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or destiny, but I found her and left her with a Human couple. And later that same night, He brought her back to me. Father wants me to protect this child.

Her name is Aziza and she's just perfect. She likes to pretend that she's a Princess with her own kingdom, Zeallegon. She's so creative. And she knows how to scratch this spot on my wings that I've been trying to get for decades.

Even with her spontaneous growth, I'm not worried about taking care of her at all. Human children and putti aren't as different as some would think. My only problem is that I don't know what she is.

She looks and acts like any other Human, but she can't be. He wouldn't have left her with me if she wasn't important. He left a note too. I can't understand what He's trying to say because Father never writes things as they are, always biblical encryption. I've been studying that letter for weeks and I've only gotten a single clear translation.

Aziza has something to do with Lucifer. I know that for sure. Father mentioned 'the Star' rising and the only thing that made sense was Lucifer, the Morning Star, being released from the Cage. He also mentioned Aziza being 'a reflection of her beloved' and that's yet another question I have to find an answer to. What her purpose is and how it involves Lucifer is what I'm trying to figure out.

I've been watching her memories when she's asleep, but I can't tap into her very first rememberings. It's like they're locked away. I guess Dad told her some secrets that He doesn't want anybody else to know.

As of today, Aziza is about 7-years-old. She loves flowers, so tomorrow, I'm going to surprise her with a trip to the Hitachi Seaside Park in Japan.'

Sam was in the overstocked basement again, sitting at the desk. He spent all morning searching for Gabriel's journal because it wasn't in the desk like the Archangel said. It was hidden in a bookcase with books on Slavic mythology.

After Gabriel told them that Aziza was the one, true Soulmate of Michael and Lucifer, they came home and enlightened Castiel on what she was. After that, they all sat down in the living room with cups of strawberry leaf tea, because Aziza had said that was Castiel's favorite, and talked.

Aziza told them everything she knew about herself, which turned out to be everything Gabriel told her he learned from the Cupids. She couldn't remember anything about Michael or Lucifer, but she expressed that she didn't want anything to do with either of them and that she wasn't going to bond with them either. She didn't want to be involved in the Apocalypse the Archangels obviously wanted to happen because she didn't want millions of people to die all because of a family feud.

Aziza said all she wanted was to live a normal life without Michael or Lucifer and she's been doing that with Gabriel so far. She's never met Lucifer or Michael and she even doubted they would think about her when they were so focused on killing each other.

That conversation happened 3 days ago and just 2 days later, Dean, Sam, Castiel and Aziza were driving to Miami, Florida to investigate the sudden temperature drop. It was 50 degrees in the coastal city, which was strange considering the daily average was 75 and up. Aziza was used to going Demon hunting and she knew they were responsible for the temperature drop as well as the handful of 'accidental' deaths happening there.

Like she said, the cause of the climate change and death toll was due to a pair of Crossroads Demons, a couple actually, who teamed up and their little posse of henchmen they sent out to collect Souls earlier than their due date. When confronted, the red-eyed Demons said it was their way of cashing out before Lucifer destroyed the world.

Aziza proved to be a great addition to Team Free Will because she had her trusty Super Soaker filled with holy water and she was absolutely fearless as she exorcised the Demons. Two of them had actually kneeled and called her their Queen, tried to persuade her to let them escort her to Lucifer. Then, they realized who Sam was and they were all for kidnapping the pair, but Dean and Castiel weren't having any of that.

They spent another day in Miami to ensure there weren't any more demonic presences and they took a fun trip to the beach too. The Winchesters have never had the chance to visit Miami Beach, so this trip was extra special for them. Sam couldn't take his eyes off Aziza when he saw her in her purple bikini. Thankfully, Dean had distracted Castiel by teaching the Angel how to make sand castles, so Sam had Aziza's full attention for most of the day. Every time he made her smile, he felt like all was right in the world. Since he had his shirt off for most of the day, he caught her sneaking peeks at him and she was biting her lip again, effectively driving Sam to insanity. She even told him that he was the lovechild of Hercules and Thor, which made Sam laugh. Dean stole her away with claims of knowing how to surf and to Sam's surprise, his brother actually knew how to ride the waves like a beach baby.

They'd gotten back to the cabin last night and today was going to be an R&R day, so after breakfast, Sam had retreated into the library in search of Gabriel's journal. He did take a break from searching to grab a snack and he went searching for the other occupants of the cabin.

Castiel must've been talking with Gabriel or off doing whatever it is he did when he wasn't with the Winchesters. He heard music, Farewell, Stars by Message to Bears, and followed it to the source. Aziza and Dean were in the backyard and Sam almost choked on a Jolly Rancher when he witnessed his brother doing yoga with the blonde. Aziza had to tweak his position sometimes, but Dean was mimicking the poses she made without complaint.

Sam flipped through a few pages of the journal and noticed they were filled with the day-to-day things Gabriel and Aziza did. They sounded like a happy family and Sam would've said they were a normal one too, but normal families don't conjure Godzilla to climb the Space Needle in Seattle, Washington for fun. Sam noticed that they were moving almost on a weekly basis too and Gabriel had commented on how he knew Aziza didn't like how much they moved around, but that he had to keep moving to keep her safe. Sam could definitely relate to how she felt.

'I don't want to write this, but I have to.

Aziza was about 10 or 11. It's hard to know exactly how old she is. She likes casting spells and creating things. She's so good it at too. She was asking for a pet, but she didn't want a cat or dog. She wanted a special pet, a mythic one. We looked through some old books and she conjured a Qilin or a Chinese Unicorn.

I thought it was a good idea. Qilin were good omens and it reminded me of Aziza. The creature was dovish and it wouldn't hurt anything, not even a fly. I mean that literally too. A fly got into the house and the Qilin caught it in its mouth, but it didn't eat it. It let it fly out a window.

It's said that Qilin only punish the wicked and I believed it to be true today. We took the Qilin out for a walk and I made it so that in the eyes of a Human, it was invisible. No need to draw attention. We stopped to get ice-cream from a passing cart and I heard the Qilin growl for the first time.

It must've sensed an iniquitous spirit because it went to fulfill its purpose. It ran across the street and Aziza chased after it before I could stop her.

I saw it again today. Her falling. I almost didn't believe it.

I went to General Sherman, just like when I found her the first time, but she wasn't there.

She's out there somewhere and I have to find her.

It's been 2 weeks since I saw her falling and I tracked down Aziza today. She was in Washington. In my spare time, I've made a music box for her to listen to that will make her remember me.

Another Angel found her, Hadraniel. He had her in a little apartment with all the toys a kid could ask for, but she looked miserable. She was 5-years-old again. She told him that he was the wrong Angel and that she wanted to be with hers. She told him that her Angel had golden wings.

To this day, I still don't understand how she could've remembered me without listening to the music box.

What she did to Hadraniel is something I can't explain either. He must've realized that she was talking about me and he told her that I was dead. She started crying. Hadraniel tried to calm her down, probably hug her. She touched his face and he was gone as if someone had expelled him with a banishing sigil.

Aziza forced out an Angel out of its Vessel with a touch.

How?

I have no idea.

She's held my hand and hugged me a million times, but I've never been forced out of my Vessel or felt any pain.

When I appeared, the way she looked at me, the amount of happiness that filled her eyes and how she told me she missed me, it made me feel like I was on top of the world.

Aziza's sleeping now. We're staying at a hotel until I find somewhere nice for us to live.

After this entry, I'm going to start working on some kind of tracking tag for her. After I saw her falling, I tried almost every location spell I knew to find her, but nothing worked.

I need to figure out what she is.'

Sam paused after reading that. He didn't understand what Gabriel meant when he said he saw Aziza 'falling' after that Qilin incident. It sounded like he was implying that she died because she was 10 or 11, then she was a 5-year-old. Sam knew that Archangels were the most powerful things in Heaven and he wondered if Gabriel's ever resurrected Aziza.

He flipped through a few more entries, stopping to read some to see if they'd clear up some confusion. Most of the pages were of memorable days where Aziza did something amazing or if Gabriel took her to some beautiful place in the world. There were pages where monsters that harvested or fed on Souls were dead-set on capturing Aziza and how Gabriel had been a one-Archangel army in protecting or rescuing her, then moving to a new State just to be safe.

There were about four pages reserved for Aziza's first contact with a Demon and how it was going insane because of a voice in its head. The Demon was saying that someone wanted Aziza and that they had to bring her to him. Sam remembered everything from when they first encountered Aziza and how she exorcised that Demon without saying a word. The Demon did say something about hearing someone screeching in its head and that if the voice wanted her, Aziza knew how to make it stop.

Gabriel's notes were more detailed about the Demon encounters and he briefly wondered if Aziza was a Fallen Angel due to her powers, but he dispelled the thought as it didn't make sense and he claimed to know every Angel in existence, fallen or not. He mentioned that the only being he knew of that could exorcise Demons similar to the way Aziza did was the Father of Murder himself.

The entries got a bit hysterical after that. Gabriel was terrified at the mere thought of Aziza being connected to Cain in any way and he seemed like he was trying to convince himself that she wasn't. He mentioned the Morning Star from the letter Aziza had from God again and how Cain had killed Abel because his brother was communicating with Lucifer, mistakenly thinking that the first Fallen Archangel was God.

Gabriel kept writing that there wasn't an ounce of evil within Aziza and that she cared for life so passionately, that killing was something she refused to do. He went on to say that if Cain had ever impregnated someone or something, Heaven would've known the second his spawn was conceived and they would've handled the situation immediately.

When Sam flipped to the next page, he found that the next 5 or 6 leafs had been torn out of the journal. He figured that Gabriel got too emotional.

Before he could read the next entry, the dinging of a bell made Sam's eyes snap up from the journal and he noticed a silver bell jerking in place. With how much time they spent reading through the hordes of lore, Aziza joked about putting a bell in the library to let the brothers know when there was something to eat, but he didn't think she was serious.

Sam could feel the pool of saliva fill his mouth as he quickly shot up and banged his knee on the desk in the process. He didn't care though. Whatever Aziza cooked was worth the pain.

Sprinting up the steps and dashing down the hall, Sam ran into the kitchen and snagged a chair. When he looked at the table and realized there weren't any plates of food waiting to be devoured, he looked around the kitchen. Leaning on the wall next to the sliding door, Aziza had her hands covering her mouth to keep him from seeing her grin.

"You called?" Sam smiled and a giggle slipped out from the blonde.

"Dean thought it'd be fun to go camping. He's out fishing for dinner."

"Sounds like a good idea." He nodded in approval. Sam knew just about everything his brother's wanted to do all his life, but couldn't because of how they were raised or because Hunting got in the way. Dean had always wanted to go camping for fun and he must've realized he had a chance since they were someplace safe. "Do you have any gear? I can't really imagine Gabriel going camping."

"I tried to get him to do it, but we went glamping instead." She rolled her eyes as she thought about the time she tried to get Gabriel to go camping with her. He lasted 3 hours before he started whining about needing the Internet and a proper toilet, knowing he's never used one in his life. "There's some tents and sleeping bags in the closet, but I don't know how to pitch a tent. I know how to make a campfire though."

Sam and Aziza gathered the camping supplies she had and they made their way outside. Sam noticed that Castiel had come back and he looked to be cleaning and gutting fish from a bucket with Dean. Once the fish was taken care of, Dean went inside to grab a pair of duffle bags filled with food and clothes.

Aziza was leading the men down a faint dirt path that followed the length of the lake as it formed into a creek and she was pointing in the directions of the ski slopes nearby. Since it wasn't winter, most of them were closed, but Aziza promised to take them skiing when it got colder, then she got excited about celebrating Christmas with the boys. She said that she would dress up an elf, Sam could be a reindeer, Dean had to be Santa and Castiel would be the Angel atop the tree. Cas commented that sitting on a tree didn't sound like a comfortable experience. Sam was all for supporting the thought and he even joked to Dean about making the eggnog. Dean laughed it off, but his heart was melting at Aziza's generosity.

He and Sam haven't had something close to a proper Christmas since they went hunting those pagan gods they thought were Krampus in Ypsilanti, Michigan. He knew Sam was more accepting to celebrating the holiday because Dean wasn't dying this year. He also knew that Sam was keeping his cool just like Dean was, but there had to be fireworks exploding in his chest. Aziza probably didn't know how special and rare it was for the brothers to enjoy a holiday like any other family. And with that incentive of spending Christmas together, she obviously wanted them to stay with her for a long time.

If Dean was being honest with himself, he wanted to stay in this cabin with Aziza, his brother and Castiel until he was old and saggy. He wanted to take her along for Demon hunts and go on their one-day vacations like they did in Miami. He wanted call her with help on researching lore when they were hunting some other kind of monster. He wanted to continue eating her home-cooked meals and he'd even pass on a cup of Whiskey for some of her freshly brewed teas. Hell, he even wanted to do yoga with her every day.

This cabin and the sweet blonde who basically adopted he, his brother and their broken Angel was starting to feel an awful lot like a home. Dean would do anything to keep it that way and he realized how silly this bet going on between he and Sam was. He tried to flirt with Aziza, but knew he didn't have any romantic feelings for her. Sure, she was a beautiful girl and she was silly and she had a huge heart, all admirable traits, but she seemed to be more interested with Sam, not that she deprived either brother of her attention. Dean knew when Sam liked a girl because he'd always try to make her smile and every time those two were together, Aziza always had a bright smile on her face.

In that moment, Dean decided that this bet was over and he was out. He wanted Sam to continue to be happy pursuing Aziza, so he was going to step away and let nature take its course, but he was going to give them a little nudge in the right direction like any good big brother would.

After a short hike and more plans about spending holidays together, they arrived at a clearing in the woods. From their spot, the cabin was a little over a 20-minute walk away and their position overlooked most of the woods surrounding them. They weren't very close to the mountains, but they could see them in the distance and Main Street was almost a blur of colored buildings, but within their view.

Sam and Dean got started on pitching the two tents while Castiel and Aziza were lighting lanterns to repel mosquitoes and any other bugs that wanted to feast on them, then they went searching for firewood. It took the brothers 15 minutes to get both tents up because they started playfully bickering about how to build their overnight shelters and they managed to construct one of the tents upside-down, so they had to start over again. By the time Aziza and Cas came back, both tents were properly pitched.

Like she told Sam she could, Aziza had easily started their campfire and since the sun was setting, she got started on cooking their freshly caught fish. She packed the fish, cauliflower, breadcrumbs, olives, garlic, lemons, onions and green peppers into wads of aluminum foil, cooked them over the campfire and after 25 minutes of drooling over the scrumptious aromas, she gave each man his steaming meal.

None of them seemed to care that the food was extremely hot because they didn't wait for it to cool off. Like with every meal Aziza made for them, the guys were trying to stuff each bit into their mouths and they didn't care of their tongues or cheeks were scolded in the process.

"Since I caught dinner and Zia cooked it, Sam's digging the poop chute." Dean announced as he poked at their campfire.

They'd finished eating moments ago and started talking again. Aziza had brought up the Supernatural books as something Gabriel told her on his last visit and the brothers had groaned, planning to strangle the Archangel for running his mouth about those godforsaken books. Thankfully, Aziza hasn't read any of the books and the brothers begged her not to, especially Sam. He was still trying to work up the courage to tell her that he was responsible for releasing Lucifer from the Cage and he didn't want her to find out from anyone else. He had to be the one to tell her, but he was stalling because he had to prepare himself for the hate she'd have towards him for starting the Apocalypse.

So, after telling some stories about their far-from-ordinary childhoods, the conversation shifted to her. Sam told her how he understood what he was like to grow up on the road with Gabriel and Dean watched with a heartwarming smile as his little brother had a heart-to-heart with the blonde. He had to butt-in, so he brought up their bathroom situation.

Sam pulled a face at the thought of digging their bathroom. After the amount of protein and vegetables they all just consumed, he did not want to be on poop duty. Thankfully, Aziza came to his rescue.

"There's an outhouse nearby, Dean. Nobody needs to dig a poop chute, which sounds really gross." Her face was scrunched in disapproval at using a chute as a bathroom, which made Dean chuckle because Sam's was the same.

After Aziza pointed out the path leading to the outhouse, Dean looked to Castiel, but the Angel was looking off in the distance, seeming to be daydreaming. The Hunter noticed that Cas has been staring off since they built their camp, but he didn't know why. He guessed that there were woodland animals going about their days and caught Castiel's attention.

"Heya, Dean." Aziza sat next to the eldest brother and wrapped her arms around his right one, smiling up at him. "Have I told you how awesome you are? Seriously, you've gotta be the most kick-ass awesome guy I've ever met."

'Oh, boy.' Sam shook his head, knowing that Aziza was trying to get something out of Dean, but his brother seemed oblivious.

"More awesome than Gabriel?" Dean asked, smirking at her.

"A billion times more awesome." She told him and Dean was smiling his ass off. Sam huffed at his brother's expression and glanced at Cas, but the Angel still wasn't paying them any mind. "And you know what's even more awesome about you?"

"I'm one handsome devil?" He suggested, making Aziza giggle.

"Yes, that too, but the thing that makes you the most awesome guy I've ever known is that gorgeous, 327 four-barrel, 275 horses, 1967 Chevy Impala that you love so much."

Dean didn't reply, he couldn't. Hell, Sam was even stunned into silence because he's never heard anyone except his brother talk about the Impala like Aziza just did.

Dean's hand went over his heart as if the organ was in danger of stopping. "Okay, I don't know if I should be aroused or proud right now."

"Gross." Aziza wrinkled her nose with a smile. "I've never driven a vintage car or stick-shift before, so I was thinking you could teach me how to Drive Baby 'cause you're such an awesome guy."

Aziza was batting her lashes and the action just made those azure eyes of hers look more innocent than they usually were as she silently begged Dean to teach her how to drive his car. Sam was expecting Dean to let Aziza down as gently as he could because his brother had an unhealthy attachment to that Impala and it took half of Sam's life for Dean to finally start giving him lessons.

"Alright." Dean easily agreed and Sam swore he just caught a bug because he felt like something just got stuck in his throat, making him choke. Aziza let out a squeal of happiness and threw her arms around Dean to hug him. "Sam's probably gonna be looking for another case, so your first lesson's tomorrow."

"Thank you, Dean! I'll make you pies whenever you want!"

And with that promise, Dean had almost snapped Aziza's spine when he hugged her back. He wanted to head back to the cabin so Aziza could make him a pie right now, but he decided that he could hold off until tomorrow. None of the men have had a chance to taste her desserts, but Dean knew anything she made would be mouthwatering.

After a small, playful argument between the brothers about Baby, Sam noticed how dark it was getting and suggested, "Maybe we should establish who's sleeping with who in which tent."

"I don't sleep." Castiel reminded his Human companions, seeming to have exited his daydreaming.

"Humor us, Cas." Sam shook his head with a smile.

When all their eyes fell on Aziza, she just stared back at them for a moment, then a light bulb went off. She figured that since she was the only female, her decision would shape who was going to be sharing a tent with each other. She was used to Gabriel watching over her when she slept, so she knew she'd be comfortable with Castiel doing the same. She noticed how happy Dean and Sam were to have their own rooms, so she didn't want to stick them together.

"Sam, are those corn stalks you have for legs gonna kick me in the throat or should I just suffer through Dean snoring in my ear?" She asked through a giggle, laughing when Dean looked a little embarrassed at the fact that he's been snoring because he was usually a silent sleeper. Then again, he was used to getting 3 or 4 hours of sleep within a week on a stiff mattress rather than 8 hours a night on the clouds they had for beds in the cabin.

Aziza decided that she'd be comfortable sharing a tent with Sam and Dean was secretly happy that he could be bunkmates with Castiel. That's how he hoped their sleeping arrangements would go because he wanted Sam and Aziza to get some alone time. He wasn't encouraging them to start knocking boots, he really didn't want to hear that either, and he knew Sam was one of those romantic people who planned out things like that, Aziza didn't seem like the type to be an easy lay either, but he wanted them to have a moment alone without anyone disturbing them. Hopefully, Sam would realize that was his way of calling off their silly bet.

After everyone went to the bathroom and got cleaned up using the water from the creek, they all stayed up for a half-hour to stargaze. The stars seemed to twinkle brighter that night and Castiel had started telling the story of Kokabiel, the Angel of the Stars. That Angel was responsible for the creation of all the stars within the Milky Way galaxy, but Cas recalled his Father giving Kokabiel specific orders to create a batch of stars specifically for mankind to adore. Cas and a most of his siblings actually acted as an audience when Kokabiel created stars; it was like watching smaller versions of the Big Bang.

With a bedtime story and full bellies, everyone retreated to their tents with their bunkmate for bed. There were a pair of sleeping bags positioned side-by-side and Aziza's was obviously the pink one. She refused to sleep anywhere near Sam's feet for fear of his toes stabbing her in the eye while they slept, so both their heads were at the same end.

Neither Sam or Aziza immediately drifted off. She asked what Sam was researching in the library earlier and he told her that he was reading Gabriel's journal. He didn't know if he should ask her about the entry he read about the Qilin, if Gabriel had resurrected her, because it seemed like a tender subject and he didn't want to upset her. Instead, he asked her about the Cupids, remembering what Dean said happened before they arrived at the cabin. That successfully got Aziza to happily chatter on about how she absolutely adored Cupids and wished she could spend her life spreading love like they did.

Sam listened to Aziza's prattle for another few minutes and she somehow managed to get Sam to tell her about his magic phase when he was younger. After promising to show her a card trick tomorrow, they both dozed off.

SN*SN*SN*SN*

"Sam…" Aziza whispered to the tall man sleeping next to her, but he didn't even stir. She heard a branch snap from somewhere outside of their tent and she started poking Sam in the cheek. "Sam, wake up!"

After another poke, Sam had finally opened his sleepy eyes, but they didn't focus yet. "What's wrong?"

"I think the Blair Witch is out there." She told him with worry in her whisper.

Sam had to blink a few times, but he still couldn't see everything in the dark. He knew Aziza was close because he could feel her body heat and one of her hands was on his shoulder, so she must've still been lying down.

"You're joking." He rubbed his eyes, so he couldn't see Aziza's very serious expression.

"I am far from joking, Samuel!"

Sam was silent for a moment. That was the first time Aziza had ever called him by his full first name and opposed to being annoyed when hearing it from anyone else, he really liked the sound of it coming from her. It made his flaccid cock twitch with arousal. It was like he had morning wood.

"I've been hearing sticks breaking and something moving around in the bushes." Aziza told him, waiting to hear another eerie sound that woke her up. "She's lurking around out there and plotting to eat us."

Sam quietly cleared his throat and tried not to think about how close Aziza was to him now as opposed to when they went to sleep, how her back was pressed into his bare chest and her soft hair was right under his nose. He couldn't help himself, so he inhaled. She smelled like white lilies, a honeyed, floral aroma emanated from the blonde. It seemed so fitting for her too.

"It was probably just an animal passing." Sam's voice was deeper than it usually was, a husky tone accompanied it that only came when a man was libidinous, as he tried to reassure her. Aziza turned her head enough for Sam to see her face and even in the darkness, her expression clearly said that she didn't believe a word that just came out of his mouth. "If she was real, and she's not, you'd still have nothing to worry about. Her turf is Black Hills Forest, Maryland and we're in Colorado."

"Bambi is not frolicking around with his woodland friends out there! It's the goddamn Blair Witch! She came over here just to eat us!" Aziza opposed, still whispering. She didn't seem to notice the new tone Sam's voice held or she brushed it off as his sleepy voice.

Aziza shifted and Sam had to sink his teeth into his lip to stop a groan as her leg skimmed against his growing erection when she moved towards the zipper of their tent. She pulled it down and a whoosh of the cool, nighttime air filled their portable shelter. Sam sat up and closed his eyes to let the crisper air hit his chest in an attempt to calm him down and he felt some of the heat leave his skin, but his hard-on remained.

When he looked at Aziza, her position did not help his growing problem. She was on her hands and knees with her head was poked out of the tent.

'Touch. Mine. Want. Feel. Take.'

Sam could only understand those words as they seemed to be repeatedly chanted in his mind. And he'll be damned if he didn't want to. The urge to just grab Aziza and touch every inch of her skin, put his lips everywhere, feel her writhing beneath him in that subservient position, was an incredible temptation. He didn't have an ounce of regret towards her picking him to be her bunkmate, but he should've slept with his back to her or something.

Sam's eyes hungrily trailed from her slightly mussed hair and down. He just noticed the oversized shirt on her that he swore was covering his nude chest before he went to sleep, but he didn't mind that she was wearing it. She probably slipped it on because she got nervous when she heard the nocturnal sounds of the woods. She found comfort in it, he realized. Sam noticed that his shirt had slipped off her shoulder and he felt another jolt from under his sweatpants when he didn't spot a colored bra strap.

Sam slowly licked his lips as his eyes continued their journey of praising and craving Aziza's body until they fell upon her bum. Even covered by her plaid night pants, her botty looked deliciously bodacious and perky.

"Deeeean!" Aziza called his brother, her voice sounding like a ghost's susurrant melody, and Sam focused. He was right behind her, his hands hovering just inches from her hips as was his crotch to her ass.

It took so much willpower for Sam to pull his hands away from her and curled them into fists to prevent temptation. He was silent as he moved to sit next to Aziza, but still concealed by the flap of the tent. What the hell was wrong with him? He briefly questioned why he couldn't seem to find an ounce of control, but he noticed that Dean didn't answer her.

Aziza must've grabbed a rock and pitched it at Dean and Castiel's tent because Sam heard a small thump followed by someone frantically moving around on their sleeping bag.

"I told you she was out there!" He heard Dean say, most likely to Castiel, then he heard their tent unzipping.

Sam mimicked Aziza's position and stuck his head out of their tent. He watched as Dean emerged with bedhead. Sam could barely see Castiel's form sitting in their tent from the opened flap and he wondered if the Angel was simply watching over Dean as he slept. The older Winchester brother had a flashlight in his hand and was pointing it around their campsite, but mainly up in the trees.

"There is no such thing as the Blair Witch." Sam told his brother and Aziza. He felt like he was the only one thinking realistically right now.

Dean purposely shone his flashlight in Sam's face, blinding him for a moment. "Shut up, Sam! You're gonna piss her off!" He scolded in a harsh whisper.

"You should know better than to believe in that." He chided his brother back.

Dean looked like he was about to say something, but he caught some kind of grunt or yelp in his throat before he disappeared back into his shared tent. When the flap was lifted again, Castiel's head poked out first, then Dean. The Angel seemed preoccupied with scanning their surroundings and Sam hoped he wasn't gullible enough to believe in the Blair Witch.

Dean and Aziza's flashlights shone on the path leading to the outhouse when they heard the rustling leaves. They both were telling Sam that he was wrong and that the Blair Witch was in the woods to murder them while Sam was telling them they were scared over nothing.

"There's nothing evil out there and even if there was, I'm not gonna be afraid of some stupid witch." Was Sam's final carp to Aziza and Dean, retreating into his tent.

He laid on one of the sleeping bags and folded the pillow for added support. Due to the feminine smell, he plopped down in Aziza's sleeping bag and he hoped she wouldn't care that he stole her bedroll. Aziza moving made him sit up and he watched her dart out of their tent. Sitting up again, Sam lifted the flap and watched Aziza settle inside of Dean and Castiel's tent. His brother was still inspecting their surroundings, but Aziza was using Cas as a shield and Sam could see how close she was sitting behind the Angel, how she grabbed his arm. He frowned at that, scowled was more like it. Why did she have to touch Castiel? And didn't she feel safe with him?

"She's gonna eat you first, Sam. Not me. I believe!" Aziza whisper-yelled to Sam when she saw him looking out of their tent. She was too far away to notice the malicious look he was giving Cas. "And if it's not her, then it's a Bigfoot!"

Sam didn't respond to what she said, still feeling little buzzes of heated envy at the sight of Aziza touching Castiel. When she shone her flashlight on his chest, he relaxed his features as best he could.

"Those aren't real either." He told her.

"Bitch, please." She scoffed and he smirked at the sass she had to have inherited from Gabriel. "It won't hurt you 'cause it'll think you're family, but I am not gonna become a swamp bride tonight, Samuel."

There it was again, his name falling from her lips like an aphrodisiacal hosanna and the effect it had on him was out of this world. His eager cock had twitched again, but this one made Sam lowly groan. He was fully erect now and every pulse or twitch made him feel like he was about to explode. He shivered when he felt a drop of precum dribble from the head of his cock down the length of his shaft. It took every ounce of restraint Sam had for him not to shove his hand into his pants and start jerking off right then and there, not caring if Castiel or even his brother saw him.

"There is something out there…" Castiel spoke as if he were in a trance, his blue eyes shifting around the night-drenched woods. "I'm not sure what it is, but…it's coming towards us."

Aziza yelped when it sounded like a goddamn tree had fallen, but the sound was too close for comfort, maybe 10 to 15 feet away. Dean and Sam retrieved their guns and Cas crawled out of the tent to stare into the aphotic woodlands as if he were waiting to greet whatever was prowling out there.

The noises only continued to grow after that, rustling of bushes, the panicked shrieks of sleeping animals being rudely awakened by some disturbance, more branches snapping, but it was near impossible to pinpoint the source of the sounds because the woods made everything echo.

Suddenly, the forest was silent again and everyone, save for Castiel, seemed to be holding their breaths in anticipation for the Blair Witch to reveal herself. After another moment of silence, something Yellow partially revealed itself and Dean and Aziza had matching screams while Sam had fired a shot at the Yellow.

Flashlights shone on the colored thing and everyone let out a sigh of relief upon discovering one of the Rock Guardians was hidden in the darkness, not the Blair Witch. They didn't know which one it was until it got closer and the symbol on its torso could be read.

"Zur, you giant pile of Talc! You had us scared half to death!" Aziza scolded, still inside Castiel and Dean's tent.

The Rock Guardian's cautious Yellow dimmed and it emitted a Cornflower-Blue color, the change similar to watching a lava lamp shift shades. Zur was the cold-hearted one of his siblings and he was the most aggressive, always prepared to attack. Aziza couldn't remember a time when Zur portrayed any shade Blue, so seeing the being do it now was surprising. He mentally spoke to her and told her that he did not mean to scare her, which explained why he was Blue.

"That's what I was feeling." The Angel murmured, realizing why he was preoccupied with scanning the forest earlier. Castiel couldn't figure out exactly what the Rock Guardians were. He knew they were made of boulders, but that didn't explain what their life force was and that was how he identified most beings. Humans had Souls, Angels had Grace and so on. Cas sensed Zur traveling through the forest earlier, but he couldn't identify the being. Zur turned to Castiel and telepathically talked to the Angel in Enochian. After he finished, Cas smiled and looked to Aziza. "You weren't in the cabin, so he and his brothers were searching for you."

"That was very sweet of you, Zur." Aziza smiled at Zur. She hated when he got so aggressive, but she still loved him and his brothers for being so protective. "You can call off the search, we're just camping. We'll be back tomorrow morning."

Aziza knew Zur had sent a mental message to his other brothers on her whereabouts, their thoughts were connected like stations on a radio, and she expected him to go to go back to his post, but he didn't. In front of everyone, he shook his head once and sat down with a hard thump, like an overgrown child, making everyone bounce a bit. Obviously, Zur had declared that he wasn't going anywhere and Aziza knew he could shrink down to a smaller size, similar to how Panos did when the Winchesters first arrived at the cabin, but Zur didn't make any motions to do so.

He did, however, emit a maroon color and Aziza furrowed her brows at why he would be angry right now.

"He said if you ever shoot him again, he will crush every bone in your body starting from your toes and ending with your skull." Cas relayed Zur's threat to Sam and the Rock Guardian was probably glaring at the younger brother, but due to the lack of being able to make facial expressions, it just looked like he was staring.

Aziza finally crawled out of Dean and Castiel's tent to reprimand Zur and she told him that if he couldn't be nice, he was going back to his post. With everyone reassured that the Blair Witch wasn't in the woods to kill them, Aziza came back to her shared tent with Sam. When they got settled again, she started tugging Sam's shirt off and apologized for being a clothes thief, but Sam told her that she could wear it if she wanted.

And to his luck, she did. When he got his shirt back, he hoped her scent would still be clinging to the material.

They both laid on their backs and Aziza wasn't as close as she was before, but Sam's knuckles could easily brush against her hand and he did so every now and then. Only when he was sure she was asleep did he gently intertwine his fingers with hers and shut his eyes to rest.

I thought this was a cute chapter and it got some bonding time in with Aziza and the boys. I didn't want to rush things between Sam and Aziza, but after this, things should start steaming up. I predict another few chapters, maybe 3, before Lucifer pops in. I've got his appearance written out, so it's just a process getting from point A to B.

So much love and thanks to everyone sticking with this story :3