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I sat on the edge of the seat tapping my foot. The waitress had only been gone for two minutes but I was having a mild heart attack. Not because she was late with my coffee but because since three days ago I had been antsy about pretty much everything. She came back with my coffee and stared at me tapping my foot on the ground.

"Honey are you okay?" She asked me. I looked up at the woman with her box dyed brilliant red hair and her crows feet around her eyes. She looked friendly enough but kind of tired and worn. At five in the morning I could hardly expect anything else.

"I'm fine just got a lot on my mind." I said smiling up at her in a friendly way. To her I probably just looked like some wandering kid. I was wearing my beat up converse and some straight legged jeans topped off with a Mets sweatshirt and a messy bun on the top of my head. It probably also didn't help I had a hunter green backpack sitting next to me on the bright turquoise booth seat.

"Can I get you something to eat?" She asked patting me on the shoulder.

"Four waffles please." I said sliding the menu to the edge of the table.

"Honey our waffles are pretty big…" The woman warned me.

"I like waffles." I assured her and she chuckled before leaving me alone

I had run away. Yes I felt a little childish about it. More than a little childish actually but then again I also felt a little justified. After the whole angel talk I had asked little to no questions. Castiel had explained that they needed to get me somewhere safe. That somewhere safe turned out to be a bunker that Sam and Dean had inherited. We were going to go there the next day. Then they were going to figure out what to do with me. After the fight with the angel Castiel said the Whole angel population was on my tail and there wasn't much he could do about it. Though he was the head of the armies. Nephilim were strictly prohibited and because the cat was out of the bag I was going to have to run for it.

I hadn't meant to get freaked out I really hadn't but before everyone went to sleep I had already decided that I wasn't going to the bunker and these people weren't going to have to 'find something to do with me'. Now I was sitting in this God awful diner trying to figure out what I was going to do with me. I knew the Lore about Nephilim. Angel and Human offspring that were forbidden in heaven and on earth. No one took kindly to them. The weight of the news washed over me much like it had the past couple days. It was something I really couldn't get my brain around.

I had too many questions about my mother and my entire being. I had no idea what I was going to do with my future if I was going to be running away forever. Castiel said the marks burned into my ribs to keep angels away was breaking apart. Soon there would be no hiding from them. Then I realized for about the hundredth time that I wouldn't be able to do this alone. That I needed someone's help even if I didn't want it.

I realized I was also being a true Winchester in that moment. I would rather die than risk the lives of Ernest Cass Dean and Sam. It was the family motto after all "Die so your family can bring you back to life again with horrible and terrible repercussion that no one could possibly deal with". It was a long Motto and I was falling perfectly into line. I ran away from the people who could have helped me hopped on a bus to stick it out on my own. But I know how stupid that sounded. Even for me, and I did a lot of stupid things.

I took out the Altoids tin from my purse. It had a thin layer of lead lining and angel wards on the inside. It was enough to keep very small objects from being tracked. I had made it when I was very young and would put my necklaces from Crowley and Castiel in it whenever I felt like throwing a fit. Now I supposed as the summoning necklaces sat inside the case preventing me from being tracked I wondered how I hadn't grown up at all.

I opened the tin and pulled out Crowley's necklace. I pulled a knife from my pack and made a small cut on my hand grabbing the necklace. Nothing happened. I sighed and put the necklace back around my neck. They didn't always answer. How could they. King of hell and Leader of God's armies. I was just their niece who wasn't really their niece at all. In fact I was sure with as much as Crowley had been called these past few days he would be pissed if he had to come here again. So part of me was relieved that he wouldn't show up.

I knew if I called Cas he would come. I didn't know if I was ready for his kind of comfort. His sad look and everyone else's pity stares. I needed some tough love. I needed someone to tell me to shut the hell up and calm down. I needed Bobby. My heart squeezed with the thought of him and I fought back stupid tears that surfaced from an old wound. I wanted to ask him what I should do; I knew he would know. Because Bobby always knew.

"I hope these Waffles are for me and the terrible inconvenience you are on my working schedule." Crowley said from behind me. I turned to smile at him as he slid into the seat across from me. He frowned and that only made me smile wider.

"Hey Uncle King." I said and he just stared at me.

"What is it that you need little one?" He asked but in a rather irritated tone so it lost all its endearment.

"Do you know what I am?" I asked him as I cut the waffles into bite sized pieces. I took a container of blueberry syrup from the edge of the table and poured it over the mess.

"That looks disgusting." He said looking down at the plate.

"It's not I assure you." I said taking a large bite. "Do you know or not?" I said around a mouthful of waffle.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked disgusted with the food and my manners. I raised an eyebrow at him and gave him an incredulous look.

"Oh yes that." He nodded

"Oh yeah that…" I said rolling my eyes.

"Well what about it?' He asked sitting back.

"You knew all this time and never told me." I stated.

"What good would that have done?' He asked. The waitress came over and asked him if he needed anything. He dismissed her with a smile.

"I don't think that's fair." I said.

"Fair." He stated back to me. "You don't think it's fair?"

"No." I said flatly and he just stared at me.

"Pray tell how would you have preferred it to go?" He asked and I sat back waiting for the person I needed to tell me off.

"You were born what you were none of us could help that. No good would have come from telling you that you were Nephilim. It would have nothing but cause you harm. It has only been public news for three days and look how poorly that is going." He said staring right back at me.

I took another bite of my waffles and drank the coffee the woman had brought me. Of course he was right and I had known that but for some reason I needed someone to tell me. I knew nothing would have been different and it really wasn't any different now. Except for the fact that if the angels found me they would kill me, and I had no idea what the daemons would think of me.

"What does a Nephilim mean for hell?" I asked quietly. I had learned the hard way that people didn't really take kindly to angel talk.

"Hell has just started to find out." He shook his head. "The angels have put quite the bounty out."

"I have done nothing to them." I argued and he shook his head.

"No matter, they will spread the news to every demon under heaven. I will discourage them from doing anything the angels say but if I push too hard on it they will know you are associated with me and that could turn out worse." He explained. Of course it all made sense to me and there was really little to argue.

"Cass won't be able to do anything either." I said going to grab more syrup.

"They wouldn't listen. Angels are traditional creatures. It doesn't matter who or why the rule is broken it only matters that whoever has will be eradicated." His voice sounded like he was trying to be soothing.

"Eradicated." I said nodding assuredly "Oh fun times."

"Oh don't be such a baby." He chided.

"A baby?" I asked incredulously. "What am I supposed to do? I can't hunt like this. I can't even live normally."

"Come live with me." He said leaning forward and raising and eyebrow.

"What do you mean…" I asked hesitantly

"Do you know the fun we would have?" He asked with a gleam in his eye.

"I think by fun you mean trouble and by trouble I mean evil things." I said giving him a disapproving look.

"One man's trouble is another man's contentment and paradise." He said. I laughed aloud and shook my head at him.

"I'm not going to be your cute little sidekick down in hell, Uncle King." I said shaking my head.

"Well then I suggest you ask a solution from people who share your moral standpoint. I can be of no further use to you." He stood up.

"Crowley…" I said and grabbed his jacket coat.

"Yes dear." He answered looking down on me with affection.

"Thank you for coming." I said turning a little red that I needed his help but he had made me feel like I could face this.

"Jude, you are my girl. I will always protect you." He bent down and kissed the top of my head before walking out of the diner. I reached in my back to get the Altoids can.

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