The next few months past slowly, Marguerite often caught herself in black moods, nearly unable to convince herself to do anything but sit in bed and stare at the worn ceiling above her head. Dean and Sam tried in their own ways to interest her in life, but neither of them made much leeway. Surprisingly enough it was Castiel who managed to get her going most days. His solemn care and worry over her wellbeing motivated her to get her ass into gear. He never pushed, never pleaded; only asked. He took on the role of caretaker without needing to be asked. His selfless worry over her sorry ass usually motivated her to get into gear and at least pretend to live.

Bobby was the one usually training her, always instructing her in his gruff voice, letting her learn from her mistakes. None of them ever outright told her anything in their lessons, just let her observe and figure out the best thing to do. Sam and Dean left often in the few months she spent in Sioux Falls, going here and there on different hunts and gathering information. Over those months she slowly grew…better. She began to think of all of them as her family. On the few minor hunts she went on (with all of them there for added safety of course) when she said Sam and Dean were her brothers, and Bobby was her father she meant it. The four of them had become the world to her, slowly worming their way into her tattered heart and clumsily stitching it back together again.

"We're heading out," Marguerite looked up just in time to see a bag being tossed at her, Dean stood at the end of her bed looking at her expectantly.

"With Bobby?"

"No, we're going out for good this time, you, me, and Sammy."

Her stomach twisted painfully and she stared at the bag blankly. Insecurity suddenly plagued her. She couldn't do this. Couldn't be a hunter. She'd never been anything more than a frightened little girl and a school teacher. It had been a great idea when they had just been training her, no one was actually going to get killed training. Actually going out and hunting was a whole different game, at any given point Sam and Dean's lives could be in her hands, and she just knew she'd screw it up somehow. She shook her head frantically not even bothering to look at Dean, "I can't…."

"Marguerite you're going to be fine. You don't need to be afraid."

"I can't," her chest began to warm up slowly, and it felt like hands were moving in between her shoulder blades, caressing her skin in a burning touch.

"I thought my little human wasn't afraid of anything."

The familiar voice echoing around her startled her and she looked around frantically, half expecting to see Gabriel standing behind her, but there was only an empty wall. She turned to face Dean, wanting to ask if he had hear Gabriel too, but was caught off guard by the stunned and slightly frightened look on his face.

"What. The . Fuck…."

"What?" She looked around trying to find whatever it was that was causing Dean to act like he was. He looked…scared. Which was odd, because Dean didn't strike her as the type of guy to get scared.

"Cas!," She jumped when Dean called out, his gruff voice echoed sharply through the small room, panic giving his words a sharp edge, "Cas get your feathery ass up here!"

"Yes Dean?"
They both jumped when Cas suddenly appeared, obviously seeing no need to use the stairs…or the door.

Dean pointed a finger at her, "She had wings."

Castiel stared at them blankly and then looked at Dean sternly, "Sam and I have requested multiple times that you cease drinking before hunts, you have obviously not heeded out requests."

"I'm fucking serious Cas! She had wings. The outline of them in the shadow like you did in the warehouse when I met you! Six big fucking wings!"

Blue eyes sharpened and focused on Dean, "What did you say?"

"Wings Cas. She had wings!"

Marguerite ran a hand down her shoulders slowly, trying to see if anything was there. She felt skin and bone, no feathers, no protruding objects, all the heat from earlier had left her skin. All she had was the faint echo of Gabriel's voice, and for some reason she couldn't quite remember what he had said. She had no idea what Dean was going on about, there was no way she could have wings. She felt a dull prod of worry in the back of her mind, reminding her snidely that Gabriel had six wings, she'd seen them before. The same voice questioned how Dean could have possibly known about the wings, he'd never seen Gabriel's.

Cas looks at her and tilted his head in confusion. Blue eyes bore into her and she squirmed uncomfortably, unused to such scrutiny. He walked toward her and placed two fingers on her forehead lightly.

Her back lit up with pain, fire raced along her veins centering on her shoulders as she screamed. Her skin was ripping bursting from within as something escaped her back; her vision wavered at the edges.

Cas pulled his fingers back instantly blue eyes wide in his face. "Do not let her out of your sight. I must find my brothers…they'll…."

"What the hell did you do Cas? The entire wall is burnt."

Cas looked at Dean frantically, "What I did was not possible. She let out enough grace to kill a lesser angel, let alone herself, and managed to contain it somehow."

Marguerite looked at them through a haze, and when she turned her head on the wall behind her three sets of wings were scorched deeply into the wood. She collapsed against the bed slowly, brown eyes taking every inch of the wall behind her. That couldn't have come from her, couldn't have possibly….

She woke up in the Impala, leather seat rumbling under her cheek, a scratchy blanket pulled tightly around her. She sat up slowly, head pounding dully as she did. The forest surrounding her looked vaguely familiar, but she had the feeling that most trees passing by at high speeds would tend to look the same.

"You're awake," Sam smiled at her from around his seat, "Dean and I were getting a bit worried."

"I wasn't worried Sammy," Dean switched out the cassette tape, "I told you she'd wake up."

Her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton and her throat burned dully, "How long was I…passed out I guess…"

Sam looked at his watch, "Four hours. We would have taken you to a hospital but Cas said you were fine so," Sam shrugged, "we hit the road. We figured if you didn't wake up by nightfall we'd either call Cas or take you to a hospital." Sam passed her a water watching her carefully, "How do you feel?"

Marguerite took a few sips, "Like I've been sleeping in the back of a rickety old car for a couple of hours. Oh wait…" She laughed at the dark look Dean shot her, before leaning back wincing slightly when her back made contact with the leather seats, "Where are we going anyway?"

Dean threw her a map, "Dayton Ohio."

"Why the hell would we want to go to Ohio?"

Sam chuckled, "Dijin."

Marguerite racked her brain for some inkling of what that word meant. She shot Dean a confused look and continued sipping her water slowly.

"It's a genie. Not like Disney though. These guys trap you in a dream world and feed off your life force."

"How do you know it's a Dijin if it traps you in an illusion and feeds off you?"

"Another hunter was in the area," Sam rifled through some papers, "gave us a call to tell us about it. Said he'd phone back by yesterday and never did, so we're going to see what's up."

Marguerite lay back against the seat, "Fair enough. So how do we kill it?"

"Silver knife dipped in lamb's blood."

"Why," Marguerite passed the map back to a smirking Dean, "is it always silver?"

Sam laughed and shrugged his massive shoulders as if the gesture was an acceptable answer to her question. Marguerite didn't think it was, but she could accept the fact that neither Sam nor Dean knew either. The thing she couldn't accept, even if she didn't voice it, was the fact that they did things without really knowing why. Why did they need to kill a certain type of creature, was there a good way to be sure you were actually killing something bad, how did you really know something was bad? They never had an answer, and while she understood that their work saved a lot of lives she got the feeling that they killed certain things without really needing too. Sometimes she felt as if they were too black and white, nothing seemed to be that clean cut to her.

Dean watched her silently before meeting her eyes in the mirror, "Why don't you go back to sleep? Your first big hunt and I don't want you falling asleep on us."

"I guess," she lay back against the seat watching the stars fly by in the dark sky. Her eyes grew heavy, and eventually the rocking of the car and the soft rumble of deep voices lulled her to sleep.

This time when she woke it was daytime, she was cocooned in white hotel blankets resting on a comfortable bed. She sat up rubbing her eyes and yawning before looking around sleepily. When the hell had she gotten into a hotel room? The room was empty of people, and on the crappy little hotel table was a women's suit, a fake badge, and a note telling her to meet the brothers at an address that she was apparently supposed to find on her own. She shook her head and changed into the suit quickly, not even bothering to wonder why it was so well tailored. She grabbed the badge and her wallet on the way out. Pausing only to check the name inside her FBI badge. Agent Gabriel Barnes.

She walked around the city reading the street signs carefully, before giving up and popping into a small shop to ask for directions to the address that she'd been left. She followed the little trail that the nice lady had traced on the map, looking up every so often to make sure she was on the right track.

"Miss! Miss!"

Marguerite turned to be faced with a crying child. The little girl ran up to her, little dress ripped and bloody. Her pigtails were falling out, and tears streamed down her face.

"Something happened to my mommy! Something happened!"

Marguerite crouched down and tried to soothe the girl, "Where's your mommy sweetie? Let's go see if we can help her." She knew Sam and Dean were waiting for her, but for all she knew this had something to do with the case, and even if it didn't she couldn't just leave the girl on her own.

She was pulled along quickly toward a sparser side of the town. Run down houses were spaced farther apart, and the entire area had a don't ask don't tell type of vibe to it. With every step she took farther into the neighborhood the more something in the back of her mind told her that something was off. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something was bothering her.

Marguerite followed the girl against her better judgment, ignoring the voice in her head that was steadily rising to a scream of warning as she ran farther and farther into the deserted area of town.

The girl looked up at her and stopped in front of a run down house, "My mommy's in there."

"Wait here," Marguerite walked up the steps slowly looking around cautiously before opening the creaky front door warily. She gazed inside, trying to see if she could spot anything odd from outside the house. She ventured farther in warily, and could detect the faint smell of blood in the air. The coppery scent stung her nose, and she followed it into the kitchen where a woman lay surrounded by a thickening pool of slowly congealing blood.

Marguerite rushed over, dropping to her knees and checking for a pulse quickly. The woman's skin was cold to the touch, and her eyes stared unseeingly up toward the ceiling. She was so engrossed in trying to find a pulse that she never heard anything come up behind her, and she was completely unprepared when something hit her in the back of the head and knocked her out cold.

(A/N): Sorry it's taken so long to update guys. I just wanted to give everyone a heads up that eventually, there will be some Destiel and poosibly aome Sam and Lucifer shipping. Just in case some of you don't like that, they won't be the main thing, but they will be there. Other than that enjoy the story and thanks for reading! :D