A. Chapter 26

"You say in your world Lucifer is still locked up tight?" Uriel growled.

"That's exactly what I'm saying," I snapped back. Traitor or not in this dimension, I was going to stab the damn angel if he didn't keep calling me a Hell spawn. It was bad enough to find out less than two months ago that I was in fact Lucifer's daughter, but I didn't need some scum bag making me feel like shit about it. "The seals have not all broken in our world."

"We don't intend on letting them break," Sam added. Dean was sitting silently in a corner. I just wished there was some way for me to take away the older hunter's pain. It really wasn't his fault this war started, but now… This wasn't helping. He was seeing what the world would come to if he failed. Talk about a weight on one's shoulders.

"Abomination," Uriel said glaring at Sam. Gabriel had left the room some time ago to find and speak with Michael. The rest of the angels looked like they were agreeing on the same idea: we shouldn't be here. Most of the angels believed we were some trick even though we walked right by demon warding symbols. Seriously what would it take?

"Shut your trap you sanctimonious prick." Dean's voice was so distant that I would have sworn an angel had spoke those words. My eyes locked onto the hunter's hunched form. The movement in the corner of my eye was Uriel heading for the hunter, but I was quick to put myself in the path. My black wings were in plain view and blocking the Winchester from sight.

"He's right," I hissed. "Keep your opinions to yourself… You don't even know us."

The angels gave me a weird look: the 'yeah right' look. Uriel backed off, and I hid my wings from sight once again. I could tell by the look in the angel's eyes though, this was not over. Dean had just made himself a grand target for the darker angel. Not like I could blame him though; Sam was his brother, his responsibility.

"I was adopted by a lady named Melissa Chance, and later she married Christopher Moore. For seventeen years, I lived in harmony until demons came after me…." I stared them all in the eyes. "And angels for being some hybrid. Now, two years after I fight for the angels beside the brothers to stop Lucifer."

"Don't you mean Daddy?" another angel growled.

"No offense," I sighed. "But I literally just found out about that less than two months ago. You know how I found out?" I glanced around the room. When no one answered, I continued, "When I dove into Hell to save two of your buddies' asses." Thankfully, my shaking had decreased, but I still held up my trembling hand. "See this! This is what happened to me plus a month long coma after Dean and I pulled two angels from Hell because your counterparts couldn't… I ripped a piece of my grace from my body to save some damn angel's life…" I slammed my fists down on the table. It got everyone's attention. "I don't know what we have to do to convince we're not those things and on your side!"

"I believe you," Gabriel's voice rang out. The female arc angel stood near my side and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I talked to Michael. He confirmed that you three are not from our world." Her eyes locked onto the other angels that weren't really sure what to do about the three "outsiders" now. "Which means that none of you are allowed to harm these three! That's an order." Uriel grumbled something, but I didn't care. Gabriel believed that we weren't from this world. She pulled Dean, Sam, and me from the room.

"Although we know you're not from this world," Gabriel sighed once we were out of earshot of the other angels. "We don't know how to get you home just yet…"

"Well," I said, "I don't want to go home just yet." The arch angel gave me a perplexed look.

"Neither will I," Dean said. "We're not leaving this world when it's like this."

"Not when we might be able to do something about it," I added.

"Whoa guys," Sam butted in. It sort of hit me right in those moments. Dean and Sam were growing apart, and I was beginning to take Sam's place with Dean. In his eyes, I was his younger sister. Sam… Sam now seemed to be the outsider. "We need to get back."

"And leave this world to burn?" I asked bringing my thoughts back to present. "Hell no… No pun intended." I looked both brothers in the eyes. "You guys can go back if we find a way, but I'm not leaving until I put Lucifer back under his rock!" This was hitting home for me. I had promised myself I would beat my father, and just because I was waltzing around in another dimension did not mean I was going to let this one get away.

"You're staying Rachel, I'm staying," Dean finally sighed. "I left you behind once, and you got your ass sold into slavery." I heard the tad bit of amusement in his voice, and I couldn't help but crack a grin as well.

"Was not my fault," I frowned. "How was I to know that Alistair would be waiting for me? Seriously, you can't predict everything."

"Yeah well this time," Dean scolded, "we're sticking together. Right Sammy?" I wanted to laugh. Sam's face was scrunched up probably because he didn't want to do this, but he wouldn't leave the two of us behind.

"We'll see if we can help," Sam sighed. "Is there any way?" he asked Gabriel, who had been quiet throughout most of the conflict between Dean and his brother.

"To be truthful," Gabriel shrugged, "I really don't even know what your skills are. I've only met your counterparts. I would appreciate some show of what you can do."

I couldn't help but grin. After all, Gabriel was my tutor in the past. I'd be glad to show off my strength. "Pleasure…" I removed my blades, but the arch angel was quick to grab them before I could set them any where.

"Are these yours?" she gasped looking at each blade. "This is my workmanship. I'd recognize it anywhere or any dimension."

"You made them for me when I accidentally time jumped into the past," I smiled. "You were my tutor to help me fight better."

"Then," the arch angel replied in a way that didn't make me too comfortable. "We might as well pick up where you left off."

This was not going to be a fun time. I could only wonder how long we would be trapped here until the angels started freaking out from our world.

. . . .

It took some time, but the angels soon grew to trust Dean and me. Sam, on the other hand, the celestial beings were still unsure about him. It didn't help that he had demon blood, and the fact he was always on edge. Even I calmed down after a few days of walking around with these foreign angels. Actually, a few would walk up and ask about my world or talk to Dean. Many of the angels weren't sure of how to really "talk" with us; I'd blame our damn counterparts. They made things uneasy, and since we had arrived here, the attacks had increased. All over the globe, angels were being attacked more and more. Gabriel believed it was because that the darker versions were trying to lure us back out. We were unknown to them, and Lucifer didn't like unknown. With that being said, Gabriel had ordered that we stay inside. The only advantage of this was I was getting trained. A few of the angels enjoyed working with my hand to hand combat or focusing my grace. Eventually, Dean joined in, and he was getting practiced more in his fist fighting.

The only bad thing that had really happened in this world besides finding out that Lucifer ruled was that we discovered that Suriel was dead. In this world, she had fell and the angels had no choice but to kill her. Without the Winchesters to protect her, she just eventually fell. I felt the elder hunter's sadness with this. Things weren't much better with Castiel; in this world, he was a complete ass. He refused to even look at the three of us. It was like we didn't exist. Eventually, I planned on talking to the ass. We weren't our counterparts, and I didn't appreciate being treated as such.

"Focus Rachel," Gabriel said just before she moved to clothesline me. I attempted a back spring only to land on my back.

"Damn it," I cursed feeling the pain in my back from the cement. I struggled back to my feet. "I still can't get that back flip for the life of me."

The arch angel sighed, "You'll get it. You just need more practice… Time and practice."

"And time we surely don't have," I replied. "How bad have the attacks gotten?" I moved to grab my water, drank some, and sprayed some on my sweaty form. In this safe house, there was a side room for just sparring practice. Thankfully, the angels had found some extra clothing, and right now, I was dressed in a simple pair of black warm-ups and a sports bra.

"We've lost three sisters this week," the arch angel sighed. I looked at my stricken mentor. These attacks were only because of the brothers and me.

"Maybe if we went outside and faced them…" I started but she silenced me with a wave of her hand.

"You three are the best thing to happen to this dimension so far," she replied. "I will not risk you three dying for stupid reasons."

"And I don't think I'm willing to let more angels die in my place," I sighed. "I'm not in the mood for a work-out any longer… I think I might sneak outside for some fresh air and to spread my wings."

I left before the angel could respond, and as I headed out, I glanced over to see Dean speaking with Sam. I gave them the quick motion that we needed to talk later, and then I headed outside. Castiel was standing there looking at the setting sun, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going through the damn angel's head. Hoping he wouldn't mind, I walked and stood next to him.

"A penny for your thoughts?" I asked not glancing over to the angel.

"Excuse me?" Castiel said in his ever present monotone. I could feel his eyes on my form, and it sort of struck me there that I was still only in warm-ups and my sports bra. How embarrassing!

"I asked what's on your mind?" I clarified. Finally, I allowed my gaze to focus on this holy tax accountant. His face was straight, and I really missed Cas. At least, that guy was starting to joke and smile… This Castiel… He's just a damn pain in my ass.

"You must have been close with my counterpart," he sighed.

"Stay out of my head," I growled, but I took a breath and relaxed. "We were finally on the same page." I couldn't help but smile. "We actually got along."

"Excuse my manners," the angel spoke. "I am not sure of how to treat the complete opposites of my enemies."

"Tell me about it," I joked. His face contorted into confusion. "I'm use to the Cas at home, and the angels there… You guys treat me like I'm going to stab you in the back at any moment."

"Can you blame us?"

"Not really…" I found my eyes focused back on the sunset. I couldn't help but let my wings out in the open. His gaze was piercing; I could feel in on my very skin.

"You still tremble?"

"The effects of ripping one's grace out, I guess." I tried to hide my trembling hand from view; it was getting better slowly as each day passed.

"Who'd you save?" the angel finally asked after a few moments of silence. I glanced at him, not really sure at first what he was asking. "Who did you rip your grace out for?"

I couldn't stifle the laughter that followed; the angel's anger was palpable, so I was quick to stop. "It's not the question," I answered. "Just the irony… The one I ripped my grace out for was your counterpart." I met the angel's blue eyes.

"You must care about him," Castiel spoke, and this time I heard something in his voice. I wasn't sure what just yet, but it was something besides that monotone crap. We stood in a comfortable silence, just watching the sunset. "I'm sorry you are stuck here." That emotion I did recognize; he truly felt bad. "I understand what it's like to be so far from home."

"I've seen Heaven," I mentioned. "It truly is a beautiful place… I can see why you would miss such a perfect place especially in this mayhem down here."

"Yes," Castiel sighed, "but my duty is here."

"Well hopefully the brothers and I can help to ensure that your duty ends here and you can go home," I smiled. "Once our job is done here, we hope to find a way home."

Again, we lapsed into a comfortable silence before the angel said he had to speak with Gabriel about something that just came to his mind. The sun had finally set, so I was standing in the dark when he left. I didn't move though; I just waited. It didn't take long for the brothers to walk outside and join me in the night.

"Angels are dying," I sighed. "Our counterparts are ripping through them, trying to lure us out." I was quick to the point; no reason to pussy foot around it. "I think if our counterparts want to speak so badly with us, we shouldn't keep them waiting."

"You want to walk right up to Lucifer and say here we are?" Sam asked with a snort. He obviously didn't believe that I was being serious.

"Well not exactly like that. We could probably add a hi on the beginning to that. So it would be more like hi, here we are," I said absolutely serious. "Dean…" I knew right then I was making the brother chose between me and Sam. It wasn't fair by far, but I didn't want to be sitting anymore. I wanted to do something, and if that meant walking straight into Lucifer's stronghold, so be it. I could see the stress lines on the eldest hunter's face. Of course he wanted to chose Sammy; that was his brother. But he wanted to do something as well. Just sitting, waiting to be attacked- no way. Plan or no plan, I wanted to do something.

"No point waiting to be attacked," Dean sighed eventually. "Let's see what this Lucifer is all high and mighty about."

Sam's face fell, and I didn't blame the guy. His brother just chose me. We weren't blood, Dean wasn't my brother, but he still chose me over his own blood. That must have stung somewhere, and somehow it hurt me too. The Winchester brothers were suppose to be a pair of unbreakable brothers, but everyday, I watched as they grew farther and farther apart.

"So how do you plan on getting us there?" Sam asked, his voice full of disdain.

"I've learned some new tricks," I grinned before grabbing the each brother by their arms.

In a blink, we stood on the outskirts of some city. The buildings were collapsing, but there were demons everywhere, moving and what looked like shopping. In the midst of the town stood one sound building. It was built with reinforced steel walls and bared windows.

"I bet I can guess where Lucifer's holed up," I joked lightly though I knew it was far from a joking matter. We were on the edge of this town. No demons had spotted us yet which I appreciated. Thankfully, I was still in my sports bra, so I was sure I could pass for my darker self. "Hid anything that might identify you as a hunter. We want these demons to think we're our darker halves."

Although still in shock from the sudden transportation, Dean and Sam checked to be sure that they couldn't exactly be spotted out as straight out hunters. We glanced at each other, and I wanted to laugh. This was the last thing I'd ever thought we'd be doing- impersonating ourselves.

Taking a deep breath, we walked into town- heads held high. My wings were in plain view, and the Winchesters seemed to fit in perfectly with their strutting. Dean was leading the pack with me on his right and Sam on his left. The second demons even caught a glimpse of us they bolted out of our way. Well, our darker selves seemed to rule this town. Only a single demon dared to approach us.

"Forgive my intrusion malady and sirs," he stammered out. He handed Dean a package.

"And what is scum?" I hissed figuring that would be what Rach would say.

"What you three specified of course," he continued keeping his head bowed. "The poison that has the ability to kill the angels? We finally have an advantage. Our victory is close!" The demon's pride was swelling at handing us such a package.

"You mean ours," Sam snarled to the demon. "Lowly, disgusting…" Before Sam could finish his sentence, I sent the demon flying into the air with my grace. A few snapped their heads up.

"Anyone else like to claim our victory for themselves?" Dean growled. "This victory is because of us and your lord. You'd all do well to remember that."

No other demon bothered us on our way to the palace. At the gate, it took a little glaring, but we were allowed entrance. The only problem we had was that the guards swore they had let us in earlier which meant our counterparts were around. On the way through the dark palace, the three of us kept silent. Human bodies were scattered along the sides of the hallways. It was truly disgusting, but we had to keep up pretenses. Demons were continuously scurrying past us. We were started to get really lost though.

"You!" I snapped to a demon before the man could run past. "Where is my Father?"

"Main chamber," the servant said pointing down the hall. Giving him a nod, we continued.

Behind the large steel doors, we could hear our counterparts updated who we could only assume was Lucifer on how the rampaging was going. For a moment, we decided to listen.

"Where are they daughter?" Lucifer voice rumbled.

"We keep on killing angels but they refuse to show their mugs," Deano replied.

"I was speaking to her," the devil boomed out again.

"He's right Father," Rach sighed. "We have killed three angels alone this week, but these good versions of us refuse to appear."

"Maybe it truly was just a hallucination," he said.

"No," Samuel snapped. "They were real. They fought us and they were strong."

"And good," Rach added. "They defended those disgusting angels like they knew nothing else… Really vomit worthy Father."

"Bring them to me or face punishment!" Lucifer screamed, and shivers ran up my back. I was behind a door too.

"Do you really want to meet us that badly Daddy?" I joked pushing open the door with just my grace.

Sitting on some throne was Lucifer- he was in a darker vessel. Tan skin, black hair… He reminded me of a tanned Dracula. Our three counterparts stood there, mouths agape at the sight of us.

"You decided to join us?" Lucifer asked, his voice having gone down in volumes.

Our three counterparts literally blinked, and they were behind us. No turning back now. Dean's eyes were locked on our dark versions, Sam's was on the door, and I was staring at the devil.

Chapter 27: The ultimate meeting of sides. Rachel speaks with her father of a different dimension while Sam and Dean deal with their dark sides. Of course during all of this, the angels are freaking out. Hopefully, the three good guys can figure out a way to beat their mirror images and send Lucifer back to Hell!

OOC: If you haven't figured it out yet, this arc will be longer than the rest. It will be tying into the later arcs. There is a poll on my profile, please go answer the question! And as always review!