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Not much was said once everyone returned back to the motel. Eyes were shifty, no real answer was given by anybody, and all were seemingly okay with it. Keila didn't go back to sleep that night, the thudding in her chest and nauseous pain rolling in her stomach kept her awake. How she wished she could've slept, though. It would've silenced her mind, for just a couple of hours. Her mind was still racing when the sun peeked over the horizon, it was still racing when the sleepy town slowly came to life, and it didn't even stop when the hunters all piled out of their rooms, bleary-eyed and exhausted. Her tumultuous thoughts kept rolling as they made their way back to North Dakota, and continued on when they pulled into Bobby's Salvage Yard, with the sun hanging high in the sky.

She couldn't find any solstice, constantly plagued by what that angel had said to her. He knew. That's all that she could think about, is that he knew there was something different about her. It shouldn't have surprised her; he was an angel of the Lord. He was an almighty and powerful servant of God, of course he could sense the darkness that was etched into her. But, that didn't mean that it terrified her any less. Her faith in her ability was crumbling before her eyes. She was so sure that she could mask her demonic energy from other supernatural creatures, but that angel, Castiel, threw her in a tailspin.

She gnawed on her lower lip, until a rap on her driver's side window startled her out of her thoughts. She cursed to herself as a metallic taste filled her mouth, running her tongue over the divot in her lower lip. She grimaced to herself, as she gingerly pushed the door open and exited her car. She placed her hand over the top of her brows, shielding her honey brown eyes as she peered up at the younger Winchester. She noticed the shadow that he casted, and she quickly moved into it, dropping her hand and sighing in relief as she escaped the sun's harsh glare.

"Thank God your tall…" She muttered quietly to herself. Apparently, it wasn't quiet enough, since the hunter in front of her chuckled, and she grinned sheepishly up at him. He stared down at her, a small smile on his lips, before it dropped and his brows furrowed together. He leaned towards he ever so slightly, hand raising to grab a hold of her shoulder. Keila's entire body stiffened at the contact, her eyes wide as she watched him edge closer. Could he sense it? The darkness that swirled around inside of her? Was this where she finally-

He brushed the sleeve of his shirt across her bottom lip, pulling it back and inspecting it, before turning his wrist out and showing it to her. She stared dumbly at the crimson mark that was smeared across his plaid shirt sleeve.

"Your lip is bleeding…" He glanced at her, eyes showing the smallest amount of concern. Oh. OH. Her tongue darted out across her bottom lip, trying to soothe the small puncture mark. She threw her head back slightly, hand dragging through her dark tresses, before she looked down at her scuffed boots, a small blush creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks.

"I gotta bad habit of bitin' the dead skin off my lips. Apparently, I gotta little too eager." She scrunched her nose and closed her eyes, groaning.

"'m sorry. That's gross." Sam chuckled at her, throwing his arm around her shoulders and steering her towards Bobby's house. Keila's head fit snugly in the giant's armpit, which made her feel oddly calm. As they made their way up the back porch, Sam pulled away slightly, pulling the screen door open for her, nodding his head towards the house. She scurried past him, mumbling a 'thank you' as she moved down the hall and into the large study. The older hunter was already sitting at his massive desk, books spread all out in front of him as his weathered eyes scanned the pages in front of him.

Keila crossed in front of the desk, her body slightly sagging as she moved across the intricate trap on the floor, before she plopped down on the worn couch, both of her arms moving to the back of it. She turned her head from side to side, her neck popping loudly, before she dropped her head to rest on the back of the couch, looking up at the ceiling. She could hear the brothers moving around to her left. She kept her eyes trained on the ceiling as she heard a chair scrape across the floor, and an aggravated sigh echo throughout the room.

"Well, then tell me what else it could be." Keila lulled her head to the side, staring lazily at the two brothers that were arguing in the kitchen. Dean propped up against the kitchen counters, his arms crossed across his chest, an irritated look on his face. Keila couldn't help but let her eyes roam over the older Winchester, his tight black shirt stretching across his pectorals, his tan biceps flexing as he stared down his younger brother. Keila flicked her tongue over her lower lip again, convincing herself she was doing it to check for blood, and not any other reason.

"It's not fair." She whined lowly to herself, letting out a huff. Why were they both so attractive? She bet they never went through and ugly duckling stage. It should be mandatory, she thought to herself. God knows that she went through one. Her puberty years were NOT a pleasant time in her life. Hormonal and learning to control demonic powers? Big no-no.

"Look, all I know is I was not groped by an angel." Keila couldn't hold back the snort that escaped through her nose. All three hunters glanced at her briefly, only one of them smiling towards her. She rolled her head towards the brothers and shrugged her shoulders lazily. What? It was funny.

"Okay, look Dean. Why do you think this Castiel would lie to you about it?" He's not lying. Keila watched as the older Winchester looked away from his younger brother, shrugging his shoulders lazily.

"Maybe he's some kinda demon. Demons lie." Keila rolled her eyes at the eldest Winchester. He was grasping at straws to try an explain this away. A throat clearing caused Keila's head to bob towards the right as she stared at the older hunter, he was staring hard at Dean.

"A demon who's immune to salt rounds, and devil's traps…and, Ruby's knife? Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing!" Sam was exasperated as he tried to convince his older brother. Dean was as stubborn as a mule sometimes. Keila rolled her head back over, watching the brother's argue again. She stared lazily at them as she slowly placed her left ankle on top of her right thigh and sinking lower into the old couch.

"Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have seen one…at some point…ever?" Sam stared hard at his brother, his words coming out dull and sarcastic.

"Yeah. You just did, Dean." Dean groaned, dropping his hands to grip the kitchen counter.

"I'm trying to come up with a theory here, okay?! Work with me." Sam groaned, aggravation clear across his handsome face.

"Dean, we have a theory." Dean pushed himself off the counter, storming across the kitchen and towards Bobby's desk.

"Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please." Sam rolled his eyes, slowly rising from his chair and following his brother toward the desk. Keila stayed rooted in her spot, head sagging into her shoulder as she stared at the hunters in front of her. She was still awkward when it came to social interactions. She'd spent the majority of her life either alone, or with her father, so she usually tried to fade into the background and watched what unfolded in front of her from afar. Since, that's what she was trained to do.

"Okay, look. I'm not saying we know for sure. I'm just saying that I think we- "

"Okay! Okay. That's the point. We don't know for sure, so I'm not gonna believe this thing is a freaking Angel of the Lord because it says so!" Keila's eyebrows arched slightly as the two brothers bickered in front of her. She'd seen them do this before, when she had to tail them with her father, and later on when she was on her own, but she never had front row seats to it. It was kind of entertaining to watch.

"You two chuckleheads wanna keep arguin' religion, or do you wanna come take a look at this?" The brothers glanced at each other, before huddling over Bobby's desk to look at the books. Bobby leaned back slightly, making eyes contact with Keila, before jerking his head towards the book.

"That means you too, Honey-britches." Keila groaned as she slowly dropped her left leg down, and pushed herself off of the couch. Honey-britches? What is it with hunters and these ridiculous nicknames? She saw Dean's forest eyes gleaming at her, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Keila childishly stuck her tongue out at him, receiving a chuckle in return as she moved towards the edge of the desk.

"I got stacks of lore, Biblical, Pre-Biblical. Some of it's in damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit." Dean leaned back, shaking his head, while Sam looked over at him. Keila just kept staring at the books that were sprawled out on the desk in front of them, eyes scanning the pages, trying to absorb the information written on them.

"What else?" Bobby looked up at Dean, eyes furrowed underneath his baseball cap.

"What else, what?" He raised his eyebrows at the eldest Winchester.

"What else could do it?" Keila rolled her eyes, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear. She brushed her fingers a long one of the pages, speed reading it.

"Nothin'." She muttered loud enough for all the hunters to hear. They all looked at her quizzically. She glanced up, clearing her throat, before standing up straight and carding her hair over one of her shoulders.

"I'm not as clueless as ya'll think. I've done plenty of research on all sorts of weird shit. Angels are a breed all their own. They can do shit that most things can't." The hunters continued to stare at her, all eyes boring into her. Keila felt her shoulders square slightly, silently taking on their challenging stares. Dean's eyes broke away first, glancing back towards Bobby. The older hunter looked away next, rolling his shoulders and sighing.

"Airlift your ass outta the hot box? As far as I can tell, nothing. Honey-britches is right."

"Quit calling me that." Keila hissed under her breath, glaring lightly at the older hunter. Despite her outward detest for the nickname, she couldn't help the warmth that spread throughout her when the hunter called her that. A since of longing filled her chest, that she quickly tried to smother.

"Dean, this is good." The younger Winchester looked at his brother, who looked back at him incredulously.

"How?" Sam gave his brother a hard look, lips forming a thin line, eyebrows quirking ever so slightly. Keila noticed that the younger Winchester did this a lot. It was a very sarcastic look, and it made her want to giggle.

"Because, for once, this isn't just another round of demon crap." Keila involuntarily winced, but none of the hunters seemed to notice. "I mean, maybe you were saved by one of the good guys, ya know?" Dean rolled his eyes, looking at the group that was huddled around the table. His emerald eyes looked on to Keila's amber eyes for a brief second, before his shoulders sagged in defeat.

"Okay, so say it's true. Say there are angels. Then what? There's a God?" The mocking tone did not go unnoticed to Keila. She could hear the bitterness in Dean's voice, and for once, Keila didn't blame him for it.

"At this point, Vegas money's on yeah." Dean let out an exasperated sigh, head lulling back slightly.

"I don't know, guys."

"Okay, look." Sam interjected, trying to convince his brother. "I know you're not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof." Dean gave his brother a side-eyed glance.

"Proof?" Sam nodded his head eagerly.

"Yes!" Dean stared at his younger brother, brows furrowed.

"Proof that there's a God out there that actually gives a crap about me personally? I'm sorry, I'm not buying it." Sam's face fell, a groan escaping. Keila leaned back on her heels, watching the interaction between the two of them unfold.

"Why not?" Her lip twitched slightly. He sounded like such a little brother just then, whining.

"Because, why me? If there is a God out there, why would he give a crap about me?" Keila could feel her stomach heart drop into her stomach as the hunter spoke. She knew that tone, it sounded just like her inner monologue.

"Dean- "

"I mean, I've saved some people, okay? I figured that made up for the stealing and the ditching chicks. But, why do I deserve to get saved? I'm just a regular guy." Keila stared hard at Dean Winchester. She could feel the self-loathing roll off of him in waves. She felt for the hunter, that head space is not a place that you want to live in. If that wasn't pot calling the kettle black.

"Apparently, you're a regular guy that's important to the man upstairs." The way Sam's eyes shone as he stared at his other brother, Keila almost couldn't stop the 'aww' that was about to pass her sore lips. It was cute.

"Well, that creeps me out. I mean, I don't like getting singled out at birthday parties, much less by…God." Sam stared down at his brother, his face showing how fed up he was with his brother's antics. The role reversal between these two, I swear…

"Okay, well, too bad, Dean. Because, I think he wants you to strap on your party hat." Keila snorted again. These two were ridiculous with their little phrases. She didn't miss the smug look on Sam's face either. Oh, he's proud of himself on that one. Dean gave Sam a half-assed glare, before rolling his shoulders and looking at Bobby.

"Fine, what do we know about angels?" Keila watched as the older hunter picked up a book, holding it out to the side for Keila to grab. She takes it gingerly from the hunter's hand, running her fingers along the worn cover, before cradling it to her chest. She glances up as she hears a loud 'thud' as Bobby places a large stack of books in front of Dean.

"Start reading." She stifled a giggle as she watched Dean's eyes widen on the large pile of books in front of him, before he glances to his brother, then back at the pile. He glared up at his brother, pointing a finger at him, before swiping a book from the top of the pile.

"You're gonna get me some pie."

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