A week or so later, Dean was going to head out on a case. He was meeting Jody there. I asked if I could come with him so I could finally pick up the car. It would be nice to have an extra set of wheels around, and would make me able to come and go if I wanted to. It would be easier to get groceries too, if I needed to, or just…

I don't know why I wanted to be able to come and go, but it made me feel better to know that I could.

So Dean took me with him, and we met up with Jody in Nebraska. He let out a low whistle when he saw the Charger, glancing over from me to the car.

"This is the car you had?" He asked. I nodded.

"Rowena… She gave it to me." I said. He took another look at the car.

"You are never getting rid of this car." He decided. I rolled my eyes, and gave Jody a hug as Dean kept… I don't know what it was that he was doing besides looking at the car, but whatever it was I was certain the Impala would be a little jealous.

"How's Claire?" I asked the woman.

"She's doing good. Hard to hear the news of what happened, but she's holding up. How are you?" I shrugged.

"I'm making it by, I think." I said. "Just… pushing through, you know?"

"Well, if you ever want to talk with some girls about stuff…" She smiled, handing me a business card. "You've got Claire's number and now mine. Don't be a stranger, alright?"

"Thanks." I nodded, smiling a little as she handed me my keys. I hopped in, and gave the engine a little rev as I started it. Dean just stared, looking from my car to his. He walked over to his own, and rubbed the hood lovingly.

"You're better than her, baby. You're much better." I could hear him talk to his car as he looked over at mine one more time before turning to Jody. Another car pulled up at that point, and I took it as my cue to head out. It wasn't necessarily a long drive back, but it was a drive nonetheless.

The second I got back, though, I automatically felt my head hurt. "What the hell?" I asked, getting out of the car slowly. I waited for a few seconds outside, leaning against the frame of the car, until it all subsided. This headache was familiar, though. Jack's powers…

I ran in once it all clicked, bursting through the door. "Sam?!" I asked, urgency in my voice. "Jack?!"

"We're here!" Sam shouted, running towards me. I relaxed a little, and met the Hunter at the bottom of the stairs. "Hey, hey, are you alright?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Are you?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Kylie?" Jack came from around the corner slowly, watching. He was there. He was fine. Everybody was fine. I relaxed more fully, acknowledging the scene in front of me. Everything was thing. There wasn't a threat.

"Hey, Jack." I waved over at him, looking back at Sam. "Don't worry about it. Just got worried for a second." I tapped my forehead with my index finger, and Sam seemed to understand. "What're you guys up to?"

"Not a whole lot," Sam said. "Just taking a break from practicing."

"Practicing?"

"Yeah." Sam took a glance back at Jack. "Considering what he's able to do, we've been trying to get a better handle on him being about to control his powers. I was about to run out and get some food for a break. You hungry?" I thought about this for a moment, and I could feel the smallest starts of an idea forming.

"What's on the menu?"

"Probably Chinese takeout."

"Cool." I glanced back over at Jack, thinking. That was when it all clicked, and I had an actual idea. "I'll text you what to get. See you in a bit." I moved past Sam, patting him on the shoulder as I walked towards Jack. "Come on. We're gonna go hang out for a few minutes." I looped an arm around the Nephilim, pulling him with me.

"O… OK!" Sam shouted after us. I kept pulling Jack along, waiting until I heard the door to the outside open and close once more before I stopped.

"What are we doing?" Jack asked. I stopped at the table, and saw a pencil on the table. Jack looked over at it too, and I could see frustration in his face.

"What were you doing?" I asked instead, looking over at him. His face paled for a moment.

"Sam was… trying to teach me." He said. "Trying to help me learn to control my… my powers." I nodded, looking over at the pencil again.

"Force push thing?" I asked.

"I… I guess."

"And he didn't wait for me to get back." I muttered, shaking my head. "Ouch. That hurts."

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Jack asked immediately. I shook my head.

"No, just the headache thing." I told him. "That was why I was worried. I was afraid that something was attacking you guys."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because you tend to defend yourself well in case of an emergency." I replied. "I could feel your energy outside. It was… It was massive and…" I stopped, realizing what I was saying before I laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, just… Just…" I laughed again. "When I was first learning, I did the same thing." I realized how quickly Crowley must've hauled ass inside once he felt that power surge, and remembered how fast he actually did arrive as I tried to put out the curtains.

"GOD-FUCKING-DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!" I'd screeched, letting out a low hiss of pain. I made my way to the small bathroom then, so I could run cool water over my hand. The curtains had bit the ashes, I'd reeled in the flames, and the result was burning my hand badly, again.

"You rang?" Crowley appeared quickly after that, walking in from the doorway in the kitchen. At that time he'd been coming and going while I practiced, searching for a hand of God to defeat Amara with. This time, though, what he brought back were my things. "What did you set on fire this time?"

"Curtains finally bit the ashes."

"I liked those curtains."

"Go purchase new ones." Strangely enough, I could remember how those words tasted to say. They were bitter. I was bitter. Nothing I had been doing had been achieving the goal I was aiming towards. I turned off the water at that point, and took a moment to examine the burns on my hand. At that point… I had a lot of burn marks and scars on my body from doing this. Shortly afterwards I'd healed myself, and later on saw that all the burns that my body had accumulated were gone, but at that moment… I was just bitter and frustrated.

"Did you burn yourself again?"

"My hand."

"Killing the flames?"

"Yep."

"If you can do it once without burning yourself you can do it again."

"No shit, Sherlock."

"I felt a tremendous amount of power flowing a little bit ago, while I was coming back to the cabin. I'm guessing you were the source."

I hadn't realized how quickly he'd appeared after that. I'd burned myself plenty of times before, but Crowley usually didn't just appear right afterwards. Usually he just came in, saw the aftermath, and put me to work on doing what I could to clean up the mess I made. Sometimes he helped me bandage myself up, but I was more often than not left to my own devices around that time. I wasn't worth his time if I couldn't manage "such a simple spell." His words, not mine.

He must've thought that I'd been in danger, be it from my own attempts or an outside intruder. It must've been like what I felt earlier. For a moment, I wondered how much he really cared about me back then. Must've been enough to make sure I didn't destroy myself.

"You gave others headaches with your power?" Jack asked. I shook my head, still smiling.

"No, not… not quite. At least, I don't think so." I looked over at him. "But the power surge… That was a thing."

"What happened when… when your power surge occurred?"

"I lit the curtains on fire." I explained, holding up my hand for reference. "And burned the hell out of my hand after I reigned it in."

"Your hand looks fine, now." He pointed out.

"Yeah, I… I healed it afterwards. Didn't exactly mean to, but I did."

"Oh…" He looked at my hand for a moment before I saw an idea build in his eyes. "Can you… Can you teach me?" He asked.

"Yeah." I didn't even think before I said that, and had to stop myself afterwards to actually think of what I just said. That had been my idea, yes, but at the same time… I couldn't do any of that anymore. I didn't even remember exactly what I did to make it feel as though I was actually using it, and in all honesty… I'd never had complete control of the angelic grace inside of me in the first place. I just kind of used it, more or less, without knowledge. And now…

Now I had nothing. When Crowley taught me, he at least knew what he was doing and could do most of it himself. But I… I couldn't I couldn't light a fucking candle on fire if I wanted to.

"I might not be the best teacher, though." I told him quickly, realizing the holes in my original plan. "I… I can't do any of this. I used to, yeah, but now… After everything…" I raised that same hand, and on reflex tried to summon a flame to my palm.

Nothing happened, like how nothing happened the last… I didn't even know how many times I tried to summon something as simple as a flame back to my fingers.

"I gave up what made me magic to close the Rift." I stated simply, lowering my hand back down. "So I… I can't do it anymore. I can't do what you can do."

"Were you… Were you able to before, though?" He asked. I nodded.

"Not everything you can do, but the teleporting stuff? The force push? The healing and the self-preservation and a few other things?" I nodded again. "Yeah, I used to be able to."

"Then… Then will you help me?" He requested again. "Please?"

"I'll do my best." I promised.

"Thank you." He smiled brightly, and it occurred to me just how few times I actually HAD seen him smile. Granted, he was technically only a few days old, but still… I didn't even think Sam and Dean have seen this kid smile.

"No worries." I glanced over at that pencil again. "How long have you been trying to do this?"

"Since you left with Dean." He replied. I widened my eyes.

"OK, first you get a nice, lengthy break. Then we'll start." I felt a little better as I made those promises to him. I didn't know if I could teach him, I had no clue, but I could at least try. It would… It would make me useful then. It would give me a better purpose, maybe even offer me a chance to get my own powers back.

Either way, I would actually be doing something useful, and that was better than nothing.