"Don't be afraid," Anna kept her voice soft as the group backed away from her, "I'm not like the others."

Ruby scoffed, "I don't find that very reassuring."

Pamela crossed her arms from beside Angel, "Neither do I."

"So…" Anna's sad eyes met the Winchesters as she spoke, "Castiel, Uriel… They're the ones that came for me?"

Sam raised a brow, "You know them?"

"We were kind of in the same foxhole."

"So, what?" Dean scoffed, "Were they like your bosses or something?"

"Try the other way around."

"Well, just look at you, Anna." Angel shook her head, a piece of her feeling betrayed by this entire revelation, "All of a sudden you're a big shot boss angel? Why do they want you dead?"

"Orders are orders." She shrugged sadly, "I'm sure I have a death sentence on my head."

Pamela pressed, "Why?"

"I disobeyed…" She looked at them individually, "Which, for us, is about the worst thing you can do. I fell."

"You… fell…" Angel repeated, "Like Falling-Angel-Lucifer fell?"

Dean looked confused, "Meaning?"

"She fell to Earth…" Pamela explained, "Became human."

"Wait a minute. I don't understand." Sam stopped, "So, angels can just become human?"

"It kind of hurts." Anna explained walking around, "Try cutting your kidney out with a butter knife. That kind of hurt. I ripped out my grace."

"Your grace?" Angel gaped again, "Lost us again, sweetheart."

"My grace. It's… energy. Hacked it out and fell. My mother, Amy, couldn't get pregnant. Always called me her little miracle. She had no idea how right she was."

"So…" Dean scowled, "You just forgot that you were God's little Power Ranger?"

"The older I got, the longer I was human, yeah."

Ruby scoffed loudly, "I don't think you all appreciate how completely screwed we are."

"Ruby's right. Heaven wants me dead."

"And Hell just wants her. A flesh-and-blood angel that you can question, torture, that bleeds. Sister, you're the Stanley Cup. And sooner or later, Heaven or Hell, they're gonna find you."

"I know. And that's why I'm gonna get it back."

Sam frowned, "What?"

"Her grace." Angel answered with a smile laced with slight understanding, "Interesting. You know where it is?"

"Not quite, but if i can find it we won't be totally screwed."

Dean shifted unsurely, "You're just gonna take some divine bong hit, and shazam, you're Roma Downey?"

She smiled, "Something like that."

"Alright. I like this plan." Dean nodded with a shrug, "Where's this grace of yours?"

"Lost track. I was falling about 10,000 miles per hour at the time."

"Wait." Sam thought, "You mean falling, like, literally?"

"Yes."

"Uh oh." Angel grinned, "Sammy's gears are turning."

He smirked at her before turning back at Anna, "Like the way a human eye can see? Like a comet, maybe, or a meteor?"

Anna studied him, "Why do you ask?"

Later that night, in Bobby's library…

"Here." Sam motioned to one of the books that surrounded him and Ruby, "In march '85, a meteorite vanished in the night sky over northwestern Ohio. It was sighted nine months before Anna was born, and she was born in that part of Ohio."

Ruby smirked, "You're pretty buff for a nerd."

Sam rolled his eyes, "I think it was Anna." He pulled out another book, "And here, same time, another meteor over Kentucky.

"And that's her grace?"

"Might be."

"Alright." Ruby shook her head and got up from her seat, "That just narrows it down to an entire state."

"Look, it's a start."

"Sam…" She shook her head again as she turned from him and sighed, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For bringing you this mess." Turning she met his eyes, "If I had known, I would have kept my trap shut."

"Yeah, well, we'll muddle through."

"Not this time. You do not want to get between these two armies. It's Godzilla and Mothra. If one side doesn't get us, the other one will."

"So, what do you want to do? Dump Anna and run?" At her nod he took his laptop and stood to bring it over to the desk, "Forget it. Look, I know the angels freak you out but-"

"Forget the angels. It's Alastair I'm scared of."

Sam frowned at her, "Alastair?"

"You met him in the church. Practically the grand inquisitor downstairs. Picasso with a razor."

"And?"

"And you should pull him out and throw him back in the pit… if you weren't so out of shape."

Sam shook his head exasperated as he leaned on the desk, "Ruby…"

"No, your abilities- you're getting flabby."

"Yeah" His glare hardened, "So how do I tone up?"

"You know how." She stepped closer to him, "You know what you got to do."

"No, I'm not doing that anymore."

"Sam-"

"I said no."

"Well, then you better pray that Anna gets her groove back, or we're all dead."

Outside…

Angel walked outside to Bobby's salvage yard where Anna was leaning on the Trans-Am. She was staring at the stars deep in thought but turned once she heard Angel approaching.

"Pamela get home okay?"

"Yeah, Dean just called." Angel nodded, "She said she was sorry but uh Angels aren't really her bread and butter after the last time so…"

"I don't blame her." Anna looked down sadly, "You guys should do the same."

"Nah, we don't scare easy. Plus, we're really not that smart." Anna chuckled at that as Angel came to lean next to her, "Can I ask you something?"

"Hm?"

"What do they want me for? Why did they save me?"

"I'm sorry." Anna shook her head slightly with a soft look geared toward the blonde, "The angels aren't talking about it, and it was after I fell."

"And there's my next one." Angel studied the redhead closely, "I can't really wrap my head around why'd you want to fall. Why be one of us when you could be divine? People pray to you guys… Being human falls way under that bar."

Anna frowned, "You don't mean that."

"But dont i?" Angel countered, "Humans can be summed up like this. We'll use Deans words: 'A bunch of miserable bastards that eat and crap and stay in a constant state of confusion and fear.'" Anna gave the blonde a puzzled look making her chuckle, "I mean, he's no Shakespear but he's right. We've talked about it once or twice when neither of us could sleep. That statement, even though I think he was trying to be funny, always stuck with me. There's nothing that great about being human when you compare us to angels."

"I don't know…" Anna shifted to knock her with her shoulder lightly, "There's loyalty… forgiveness… love."

"Pain."

"Chocolate cake."

"Diabetes. Guilt."

Anna smirked, "Sex."

"Yeah…" Angel laughed, shrugging after she got bested, "You definitely got me there."

"I mean it. Every emotion, Angel, even the bad ones… It's why I fell. It's why… why I'd give anything not to have to go back. Anything."

"Well…" Angel looked pained as she moved away from the Trans-Am, "Feelings are overrated, if you ask me."

"Beats being an angel."

"Still not biting on the opinion. I mean, you guys are all powerful and perfect to say the least. You don't doubt yourselves or God or anything. Me? I'd be surprised if i could go a day without doubting something, whether it be me or someone around me…"

Anna scoffed, "Perfect…" She repeated that word with disdain, "Like a marble statue. Cold… no choice… only obedience. Do you know how many angels have actually seen God? Seen his face?"

"All of you?"

"Four angels. Four. And I'm not one of them."

"That's it?" Angel's brows shot up, "Well, then how do you even know that there is a God?"

"We have to take it on faith… Which we're killed if we don't have." Anna shook her head as Angel watched her, "I was stationed on earth 2,000 years. Just… watching… silent… invisible… out on the road... sick for home… waiting on orders from an unknowable father I can't begin to understand. So don't tell me that-" Angel couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her and earned a glare from Anna, "What is so funny? What?"

"Nothing. Sorry." Angel waved her off, "It's just… I can more than relate." She shrugged, sharing a smile with the redhead, "Never thought i'd be able to relate to an angel of the lord."

Sam walked out interrupting them, "Hey."

Angel looked over, "Did you find something?"

"I think so. Deans back too." As Sam led them in he started explaining, "Union, Kentucky. Found some accounts of a local miracle. In '85, there was an empty field outside of town. Six months later, there was a full-grown oak. They say it looks a century old at least."

"Sounds like it could be a hit." Angel nodded before turning to the woman beside her, "Anna, what do you think?"

"The grace. Where it hit, it could have done something like that, easy."

"So grace ground zero… It's not destruction." Dean started, "It's…"

"Pure creation."

Inside the Impala…

As Dean drove silently, Sam sat beside him and Anna, Angel and Ruby were all in the backseat. Dean looked at the four of them in the rear-view mirror and laughed.

Ruby scowled, "What?"

"Nothing. It's just… an angel, a demon and a hunter riding in the backseat. It's like the setup to a bad joke…" He shrugged, "Or a Penthouse Forum letter."

"Dude…" Sam shook his head as he motioned his hands at Dean, "Reality… Porn."

"Dude." Angel leaned forward, pointing to herself, "Sister."

At the oak field…

Shining before them was a magnificent oak tree shining brightly in the sun. It captivated all five of them as they studied it.

"This is where the grace touched down." Anna stated as she breathed in deeply, "I can feel it."

Dean studied the redhead, "You ready to do this?"

"Not really."

"Anna…" Sam called as they followed her closer to the tree, "What are we even looking for?"

"It doesn't matter." She put a hand on the trunk with a look of grief, "It's not here. Not anymore." She turned and met eyes with Angel, "Someone took it."