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[Part 10]

It was hot metal against my skin, the burning sensation rousing me from the cold and withered state that I'd been in. I didn't look around, it was impossible anyhow. My eyes were covered by a thin material. Still I felt a burn on my collarbone, and I tried to move my hands to swipe it away. There was shift in my hands, but they didn't touch my face. My hands were bound in, what felt to be, rope.

There are two things that I know scare humans the most. It's taking away their ability to see, and move. Taking away the ability to hear would cause any human to thrash about and look for any sort of sound to listen to. The control of a situation is what they strive for. I was surprisingly calm, thinking rationally for a change. My mouth wasn't covered, but I was sure they had a gag nearby if I tried to scream. There wouldn't be a point to, the demon that took me had probably warded the place for angels so that I couldn't be found by Castiel.

Across the room I heard a door open, two sets of feet were walking towards me. Hushed and cold whispers leaving their mouths. "This is his daughter?" The demon asked, stopping just about a foot away from where I was sitting, "She doesn't look all that strong."

A slap and a hiss later the other, probably a demon harboring in a female vessel, spoke up. "Don't touch her, if you do there's no doubt that he'll destroy you. Then he'll go down to Hell to kill you a second time." I went rigid against the wall. These demons knew my father. The more and more I heard about him from their lying mouths, the more it made me think that my father was a fallen.

"What ever. He can kiss my butt, I'm gonna see just what makes his little pride and joy so special to him." The demon was kneeling next to me, and just as I felt his hands grasp some of my hair he was yanked away, accidentally pulling half of the blindfold with him. He hit the ground hard, but not before another man was on him in an instant, foot against his back pulling his hands up.

The demon screamed in agony, crying out in a strange tongue to the attacker. It shifted to english after a small time, but it was worthless pleadings as the man continued to pull back his arms. "I'm sorry, my King. Please, I won't try again, I won-"

"Be quiet insolent PIG!" The man yelled, the outline of wings forming from his back. They weren't demonic, not like the ones Naberius had when I had looked at her with my angelic eyes, rather than human. This man had angel wings, Fallen angels wings. He had two sets of wings like the archangels, much to my surprise. His heavier wings were broken and limp on the ground. I would be shocked if he could move his wings at all with the state that they are in. His second set, however, is like ice. His feathers shine, reflecting off the minimal light of the room, giving them just enough light to look dangerous. Those were wings meant not only for battle and war, but also beauty. "I show no mercy to those who defy my orders." A shuddered cracking sound resounded throughout the room, and I saw the man's foot dig and dig into the demons back until blood spurted from a hole he'd created.

The demon was calling out to anything, Pagan, God, Jesus, anything he thought that may save him. I hadn't thought a demon would cry out like that, but this man... this angel had to have been powerful if he was that afraid. There was something close to a spark in the angel's hand and the demon was gone, ashes left in his wake. When the man turned around, I saw blonde hair, blue-green eyes, how my eyes would get if I was out in the summer, his chest was smallish. In all honesty, he was just a hair shorter than Dean, but a smidge taller than Cas. He ran his hand through his hair, flicking his hand to order the other demon out of the room.

In a matter of moments we were alone. The angel staring down at me with those gold flinted, blue-green eyes. I stared back, though it was difficult to keep one eye on him while the other remained covered. Slowly his hand reached out and uncovered my other eye. Blinking a couple times to help my eyes adjust allowed me to see the smile that had spread across his face.

"Asariel," He stated, taking my face in his hands. If I hadn't seen the display before I would have probably thought he was a caring father. The blood and guts earlier didn't help his cause. I didn't reply to him, only stared, and eventually he brought his hands down to where the burning sensation was, pulling up the wing necklace. "Elena... She still gave you my gift." My heart was in my throat. This angel... H-he can't be- His eyes shifted back to look at me. "It's good to see that you took care of it, just as she had when I'd given it to her. Back when she was pregnant with you, my daughter."

-Never Know Thy Truth-

He'd felt like an idiot. He should have rushed her inside the moment that he felt the demonic presence in the first place. Now Asariel was in danger and it was all his fault. Dean and Sam were rushing around him, throwing weapons into bags, books, clothes, food, and water. They hadn't carried around much beer anymore since Asariel had come along. No matter how many times they offered her a drink Asariel was firm in speaking how she loathed alcohol, and how it had taken away one of the lives of her classmates. Castiel could remember when Sam had heard the story he set down his beer and didn't pick up for the rest of that night.

Dean stalked past the angel, heading out the door to check over the impala so that they were sure no hiccups would occur on the road. Cas had suggested earlier letting him fly them all to where Asariel was hidden, but that plan all but shattered to pieces when he could no longer feel the Nephylim.

Nathaniel was adamant that HE, or Lucifer, would not harm her. For some reason Castiel did recall once overhearing that Nephylim's and their Angelic relative usually had a bond that would make it almost impossible for one to kill the other.

The prophet had also seemed to be unnaturally calm. Like he'd expected this to happen from the start. It was unsettling to the angel to say the least. Nathaniel was already out in the car, seeming to be in prayer for some hours after he'd learned of Asariel's kidnapping. Sam had snapped the angel from his trance, "Come on, Cas. We've gotta drop off Nathaniel at Bobby's before we search for Asariel." The angel didn't move, but nodded nonetheless. He didn't feel like arguing with the taller than six foot man before him, though he could have easily overpowered the human had he needed to.

Numbly Castiel moved towards the door, soon flying out the door and into the Impala. Nathaniel was still hunched over in the prayer, some tears were falling down his face when Castiel had taken a second glance. Prophets had been known to be emotional prayers, according to the rumors that went around the garrison. The tears weren't much of a shock to the angel, but he could see Nathaniel clutching a wooden cross around his neck. His gaze shifted over to the hunters who'd closed their doors almost simultaneously before starting the car.

They were on the road in a matter of seconds and Dean was too silent for the angels liking. Sam was on the phone with Bobby, going through their fathers journal as he spoke. It seemed to comfort and give Sam something to do with his hands while they traveled. The younger got off the phone after a quick goodbye.

Castiel had taken to looking out the window by this point, seemingly distracted. "How had Naberius even find her? I thought you had warded her against the angels and demons, Cas." The angel flinted his eyes to the side without moving his head.

"It's possible that Lucifer was able to find her regardlessly. He was once an Archangel, some of the simple wardings that I use could have possibly not been strong enough for Lucifer to be hidden from." His eyes went to the window once more.

Nathaniel shifted in his seat, "No, it wouldn't have been possible for Lucifer to find her. Wards or not. When she'd been born I had made sure that no angel would recognize who she was until she was at the age of... Well, when she was old enough to be considered important to start her part in the apocalypse. Even so, she should have been protected against detection."

Sam was looking at the prophet. "So really she could have stayed home and been alright. But that doesn't explain still how she was found." The hunter shook his head and then turned to Castiel. The angels hands were moving across his knees, circling the kneecap and he seemed to be longing when he'd stare into the distance.

After some silence fills the car until Nathaniel speaks up again, "Perhaps Lucifer had put a tracker on me. I would not be surprised if my escape had been planned so that his knights could take her." Castiel gripped his knee then and turned to the front of the car.

"What does Lucifer want with her?" The angel surprisingly asked, though the flaring nostrils caused the prophet to give him a weary glance.

The prophet found his hand gravitating towards holding his necklace again when he spoke, "It could be possible it is the maternal instincts of a father and daughter. Or there could be a bigger game afoot that we don't know about." His scrapped the outside of the cross, "In all of the years that I've been the Nephylim prophet, I have never come across a archangel's Nephylim... Much less one that was the daughter of a prophet and archangel."

"A prophet? Her mom was a prophet too? How many have you guys gone through since she's been born?" Dean asked, his hands still gripping the steering wheel in a very tense manner. Though Nathaniel and Castiel hadn't known Dean long, Sam knew all of his brother's habits. This was rare for Dean to get so worked up over someone that wasn't directly family, more or less someone who was related to Lucifer.

Nathaniel was staring straight ahead, his dark eyes watching the road for any signs of danger. "Elena, she was my sister. When we were first created God commanded that we become prophet's after some of the angels started to have children amongst the humans. Elena, the prophet of Fallen's while I took over the prophet of Nephylim. She took to the position very quickly, she was a natural prophet and was quick to enact any punishment or reward to an angel that deserved it. In the time before HIS fall we had just come into existence. Elena had just started as a prophet, there were fallen's before there were Nephylim so I was still in my training. When I would be released from Michael, after training, Elena would meet with me. One day she brought along with her HIM. They were inseparable, Elena held him in such a high light. He looked at her in a similar manner, but after he fell Elena searched for him. I don't know when she saw him again, but once he was thrown into the cage after falling Elena had said something about a small being starting to form in her. Had I known at the time she meant a child I may have known to keep her safe, and watch over her more closely. But at the time I had just started my duties as a prophet, I was overwhelmed and she hadn't for many millennia said anything about it. I won't forget when she came up to me one day after I'd talked with a new Nephylim that had been successfully born with his mother in tact.

When I'd turned them on their way Elena was standing there in a new dress, I'd known it was new because she had never owned a wedding dress. She wasn't worried, she was crying tears of joy. Millenia's I'd known her, I was there the day God had created her, I was there when she'd learned how to interpret messages from our father, I had been her shoulder to cry on when one of the angels would make fun of her for being a prophet rather than an angel. I'd been through all of it with her, but when she came to me that night telling me that she was to have HIS child... I turned my sister away. My heart was shattered, and I didn't know what to do by that point. Elena didn't argue, but I could see that she had been gravely upset by my reaction. Since that night we'd gone through several prophet's, over a dozen at least. Chuck was the prophet when Asariel had been born. I knew of her location, I had been on my way to receive her from the hospital when I was kidnapped." The car was silent for a long time, not even the radio was switched on to fill the silence.

Sam looked at his hands in his lap, "So would this have happened to Asariel had you been able to get her from the hospital?" The younger asked. Nathaniel turned his head away from the hunters up front to look out the window to his right.

"I can only hope that God had planned to save her."

-Never Know Thy Truth-

"Y-you're my father?" I asked the angel, who chuckled and moved his hand to move some hair behind my ear. Blush covered my cheeks I was sure. It's bad to say that you think your father isn't bad looking, but it was obvious. He was attractive, which only made me hope that maybe that it was just me expressing how my fathers vessel appeared. I thought Castiel was attractive, but he's using a vessel as well. Though Castiel had a personality to make up for me not really seeing his true form.

My father's smile cracked over his face, "Yes, I have been since you were conceived." TMI. Shifting my eyes away I felt my face heat up even worse. "Oh, don't be embarrassed, Asariel. It's a father's job to embarrass you." I flicked my gaze back before looking back. My lip was between my teeth once more and I felt some blood welling up again.

I ran my tongue over the small cut to taste the small tang of copper. My eyes were forced back to his, those gold flinted eyes stared straight into my own. "You are so beautiful, Asariel. Just like your mother... I wish I had been there to help her. She was my light in this world caked in darkness." He kissed my forehead, before pulling back and smiling at me. "But she has blessed you it seems. You got her figure, and light. The green eyes that she once had, but it's good to know that my blonde was given to you as well. You are a perfect mixture of us both, wouldn't you agree?" From his pocket he emerged a picture, which I could only believe to be that of my mother.

Glancing at the photo I nearly gasped. She had dark brown hair, green eyes, and near perfect skin. She wore a teal blue sweat in the picture and was smiling revealing a set of pearly white teeth. Around her neck, the same wing necklace that I had to remember her by. Her legs were hidden, but it was enough. I hadn't seen an image of my mother since I had been at my aunts, and none of them did my mother justice to what she truly looked like in this photo. At that moment I noticed that my hands could move from their confinements, I grabbed the photo slowly from my father and smiled at the image. After all these years I felt new connection to my mother.

My father had wrapped an arm around my shoulder and squeezed gently. I put my head on his shoulder, a part of me pretending that he hadn't just killed a demon without mercy or without malice. It was like we had been like this our lives, no demons, no angels, talk of Nephylim, or the stench of beer that stuck out like a sore thumb to her when she was with Sam and Dean. "My daughter I wish I could have found you sooner. I could have kept you safe. Warm. You would still know your mother. You would know me." My eyes closed gently. My head fell against his neck, curling up into his side. "Asariel, I will never lose you again."

-Never Know Thy Truth-

Bobby was getting the prophet settled when Castiel, Sam, and Dean walked back out to the Impala. "Nathaniel said he was held in a Warehouse about ten miles north of Loveland. If we get going we'll get there before nightfall. Then we can go in guns a blazing and see to it that Lucifer's behind is thoroughly torched." Dean grinned as he opened the drivers door. Castiel got in the back as Sam took the passenger side.

"Lucifer lives in a plane of fire and brimstone. Having his butt on fire will not feel much different to him than Hell." Castiel had a crease in his brow as the Impala roared to life and set down the road towards Loveland.

Dean grabbed the bridge of his nose. "Cas, it's just- No. Nevermind." He muttered at last, looking to the road again after Sam settled next to him to sleep the trip down.

-Never Know Thy Truth-

"They should not have left." Nathaniel stated, walking down the stairway just a half hour after the Winchesters have left. The old hunter looked at the prophet with a raised brow.

He set his beer down next to him, "Why would you say that Nathan?" Bobby asked, getting to his feet. Nathaniel walked up to a window and looked at the sky. His face was troubled, and he stepped back in a second before turning to the hunter.

His dark eyes were in a serious position. They didn't give way even when Bobby had looked away twice. "HE plans on their arrival. The more I am left alone I can remember bits and pieces of conversations that I'd overheard. HE had stated that he wanted Sam to know something... Hunter, tell me, had Sam had any contact with demons before Asariel had come into contact with them?"

Bobby grumbled then clearly stated, "Balls!" Then he walked across the foyer and up to the prophet. "Yeah, he met one demon. Her name was Ruby, other demons happen to be Azaziel and Lilith. Those names mean anything to you?" Bobby asked.

Nathaniel looked even more troubled. "Sam doesn't know then... Father how we have led them to the darkness without faith." He spoke out, not really paying attention to Bobby who was looking more and more confused. "Bobby Singer, there is something that you must know about Sam."

-Never Know Thy Truth-

Asariel was on her feet, twirling around to show off wings that she couldn't see. Her father sat on a chair a little ways away, a proud look on his face as he watched his daughter. "Your wings are very strong. In time you will be able to see them. My daughter, how proud I am." Asariel stopped twirling a moment to smile at her father.

She had never been praised so much in her life. For a while in her head she wondered if life would have been better had she'd been found by her father rather than being taken in by her aunt. "Thank you, Father." She stated, bowing slightly. This seemed to please her father more because soon enough he had captured her in his arms and lifted her off the ground to circle her around. Asariel laughed loudly and called out to be released. The angel did no such thing and only set her feet on the ground. Keeping his arms around her.

"My daughter. My precious Asariel." He whispered into her hair. The Nephylim smiled softly before burying her head in his chest. "If only I could hold you like this and never tire. I wish I had been able to hold you the night you were born."

Asariel had secretly been whispering in her head as well for that to have been so. At the moment she wanted nothing more than to be held by her father. He was cool against her skin, but it was comforting in an odd way. "They pull us away from each other, Asariel. The prophet and hunters. They don't wish your happiness only because of who I am."

The Nephylim scowled and looked up at her father, his eyes had gotten darker as he looked up at nothing, glaring at the wall. "What do they call you?" She hesitantly asked. This was new to her, the wraith the emitted from her father was blistering and hot. It scorched her though it left no marks. Something in the back of her head was screaming to get away, that it was too dangerous. Like looking at a grinning dog and some part wanted to run as fast you could to get away.

His grip only tightened on Asariel, "They call be a beast, a monster. What you call Satan or the devil. But they are wrong because my name is Lucifer. You my daughter have nothing to fear because of that name." At the word she cringed, stepping back only being forcefully pulled back into the embrace. "They knew that was name, did you know that? They knew the whole time and didn't tell you." His voice came out in a hiss. "They wanted you to have a positive outlook of your father. I have done nothing to you but compliment you. How can they think that my name would cause you grief other than what you hear from the mouth of a priest?"

She couldn't pull away, though her hands were spread across his chest pushing. His cold hands gripped her wrists tightly, "Why do you persist in getting away? What have you to fear?" He growled slightly, eyes narrowed at his daughter.

"I can't be. You cannot be Lucifer!" She cried out, suddenly on her butt on the ground with a shadowed angel over her. Lucifer's eyes were dark looking at his daughter.

"How dare-" He started, but soon enough a figure flipped him and threw him to the ground. It wasn't long, however, until Lucifer was back on his feet and glaring at the angel before him. "Castiel." He stated. "I hadn't expected you so soon."

Castiel pulled out his angel blade and twirled it slightly in his hand. "Lucifer." The former archangel smirked. "I will only tell you once, leave Asariel alone. I will take her back with me and I will not see you trying to take her again."

Asariel stared at Castiel a moment, then a snort came from the devil. "Can your words really be backed up by your actions? Your shaking before me even now, and this is not even my true vessel." Lucifer took a step forward, "What makes you think that I will heed your words?"

The angel took a step back, his serious facade almost shattering right there. He glanced back at Asariel on the ground, who was shaking out of fear. "The fact that I have your daughter who doesn't want anything to do with you. After learning who you truly are she will never consent to staying with you." Castiel bent to the ground to help Asariel to her feet. "When she learns even your name she will never want to see you."

That caused the devil to erupt in a hearty laugh. The angel stood confused, with a trembling Nephylim in his arms. His eyes flickered outside where the Winchesters were waiting. Castiel had let them handle some of the few demons that were left in the warehouse while he retrieved Asariel. When Lucifer stopped laughing he wiped a nonexistent tear from his face. "She already knows my name, Castiel." The angel's grip became tighter around Asariel. "She was simply shocked to hear it, but I have done nothing to cause her grief. So like heck I will let you take my daughter away from me a second time!"

The devil launched towards Castiel then, angel blade hitting angel blade. It was surprising and nearly caused the angel to lose the weapon already. Asariel dropped again, but hurried to her feet to run towards the exit. Lucifer seemed to notice and knocked her back from the doorway. "She will not leave me again!" He cried out, throwing Castiel back. He made to grab Asariel, but Cas had slashed his arm. Lucifer brought his arm back and held it to his side till the wound healed. "You... Will not make a fool of me." He hissed, as Cas was rammed against the back wall. His trench coat snagged and created a hole in the fabric. Lucifer slashed his this time, making a long cut along Castiel's torso. The angel cried out but didn't seem to affected as he dodged the second attack.

Castiel rolled across the floor before returning to his feet. He was looking right at Asariel, whom didn't seem to look at him but at Lucifer. There was concern in her eyes, something Castiel hadn't expected from her when she looked at the Devil. Cas cried out again when the blade cut across his shoulder this time due to his distraction.

He grabbed the wound and thrusted the arm to cut Lucifer. "Leave it be brother, we should not have to fight like this." He stated, taking his hand away when the cut healed. Lucifer thrusted again and Castiel grabbed his wrist. "Please."

Lucifer glared and pulled back, bringing Castiel stumbling forward where his fist came down and hit his shoulder out of place. Castiel dropped his blade then and gasped in pain. Lucifer watched him for a moment and brought his hand up with the final blow. Cas looked up as he was raising the blade, a pleading look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Lucifer whispered, but before he could make contact Castiel was covered by a feminine body which was slashed rather than stabbed. Eyes wide Lucifer looked in the eyes of his daughter, before she and the angel were gone in the blink of an eye.

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