Thank you for the reviews, favs and alerts. No, Mia isn't Lucifer's daughter. She actually meant Sam to be her "husband", Dean just cut in to annoy Sam. Sorry for writing that part unclearly.

Chapter 13

Mommy dearest

22 years earlier

"How beautiful, the hands that served the wine and the bread and the sons of the earth. How beautiful, the feet that walked the long dusty roads, and the hill to the cross. How beautiful, how beautiful, how beautiful, is the body of Christ. How beautiful, the heart that bled, that took all my sin and bore it instead. How beautiful, the tender eyes that choose to forgive and never despise. How beautiful, how beautiful, how beautiful, is the body of Christ…"

For the first time in a very, very long time, demon Azazel had entered a small church. Despite of what some people thought, demons were able to enter a church if they wanted to. Personally Azazel had nothing against churches; he had always taken pleasure watching the hypocrisy they stood for. Humans trying to convince to themselves and most of all to the others that they weren't wicked and corrupted, they didn't lie, cheat, steal and so on when they bothered to spend an hour a week in "the house of Lord". Pathetic.

According to Azazel's experience, humans were capable of being just as bad as demons. Well, some humans. Now he stared at the young woman who was wearing a chaste coral dress, she was singing in front of the altar. She had immediately caught his attention; he could easily see how innocent she was. Most definitely a virgin. Beautiful and pure in every way. She was perfect; exactly what he had been looking for.

"Excuse me," he said to the woman who was sitting next to him. "Do you know who this lovely young lady is? She sings like an angel."

The woman glanced at Azazel and smiled. It was because of his meat suit, a sweet harmless old lady.

"That's Catherine Harlow. Her father was a pastor here before he passed away."

"Oh dear, poor girl."

"Yes, we were all devastated to lose him, he was a good man, bless his soul." The woman paused and nodded towards the front row.

"The lady in black is his widow and the young man is his son. Sweet little Davy just adores Catherine."

"How nice," Azazel replied, he couldn't have cared less. He had already heard everything he needed to know. Catherine Harlow… Azazel's lips curved into a smile. Oh yes, she was absolutely perfect. His father would surely be pleased.

"Sam…" Mia murmured, she was too shocked to move. Yet she couldn't let Sam to get shot because of her.

"Out of the way!" the man with the shotgun demanded. "I only want her!"

"No," Sam replied firmly. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Sammy…" Dean started tensely and looked at the gunman. "Listen, we can work this out…"

"Shut up!" the man shouted, he was shaking. "Shut up, shut up, shut up! I need to kill the demon…" He paused and let out a hysterical laughter. "Kill the demon. Yes, that's what I need to do…"

"She's not a demon," Castiel's calm voice stated.

The man startled, unsure of who to aim with the shotgun.

"Yes, she is! My sister…My poor sweet Cathy…"

Fresh tears were filling his eyes; he let out few loud sobs.

"What happened to your sister?" Castiel asked calmly.

The man was quiet for a brief moment before replying.

"She was the sweetest, most innocent girl there was. She would have never… Not before marriage." He paused and shook his head. "She told me that she had never slept with anyone and she never lied to me. Something terrible happened to her, it ruined her life. She wasn't my Cathy anymore." He paused again and glared at Mia. "That thing ruined her life. I need to kill it, what kind of creature can be born without… She's evil; she turned my sweet innocent Cathy into…into a whore."

Mia was unable to speak, this was definitely too much.

"David!" Mrs. Harlow snapped, she had just opened the door. "Put the gun away, right now!"

Her son pouted his lips, like a child who wanted desperately to defy his parents.

"But mother… This thing… I need to kill it…Cathy…"

"Enough," Mrs. Harlow cut in, her tone of voice was freezing. "Your sister was a filthy whore. Say it."

He shook his head and let out a sob.

"Mommy, please…"

"Say it!"

"My sister was a filthy whore," he muttered and dropped the gun, his hands were shaking violently. Mrs. Harlow looked at him coldly.

"Now go to your room and pray, boy."

He walked inside without saying a word. Mrs. Harlow glanced at Mia.

"Leave. I never want to see you again."

"My mom wasn't a whore," Mia hissed through clenched teeth before her grandmother managed to turn her back on her. "She was a young woman who tried her best to survive after her heartless bitch of a mother abandoned her."

Mrs. Harlow's eyes narrowed.

"How dare you…"

Mia let out a cold laughter.

"You know what, grams, mom told me about you, but I never knew how right she was. You're a horrible person and if anyone's soul is going to burn in hell, it's going to be yours."

Mrs. Harlow's eyes remained nothing but cold when she glared at Mia.

"For his judgments are true and just; for he has judged the great prostitute who corrupted the earth with her immorality, and has avenged on her the blood of his servants."

Mia wasn't very familiar with the Bible, but she recognized this verse from the Book of Revelation.

"Whatever," she snorted and took Sam's hand. "Let's go."

"A whore like your mother," Mrs. Harlow hissed.

"Yeah, I am," Mia replied defiantly and slapped Sam's bottom. His eyes widened. "I'm sleeping with all of them. It's great, you should try sometimes."

She kept her head high and marched towards the Impala, Sam was right behind her.

"Your Bible is in many ways incorrect," Mia heard Castiel saying. "God has never been interested in your mating habits and He is not obsessed with them as you people seem to think. Good day."

"Yeah," Dean added. "What he said."

Mia felt the need to burst into a hysterical laughter, but somehow she managed to get in the car. Sam touched her shoulder when he sat next to her.

"Are you…"

She shook her head.

"Not really."

"Geez…" Dean muttered while starting the car. "Humans…"

Mia was quiet for a while; she had no idea what to think. Apparently she didn't have a father and she had ruined her mother's life. And her uncle's as well. Her mother had never mentioned that she had a brother; Mia felt nothing but sympathy for the poor guy. Being alone with that woman for so many years… It would no doubt drive anyone insane. But the most important question was how she could exist if she didn't have a father.

"How…" she finally murmured. "I don't understand…"

"It's okay," Sam said and took her hand. She was nothing but grateful for his gesture. "Cas?" Sam added.

"This seems to be more complicated than I thought," the angel replied, his voice didn't hold any emotion.

"Yeah," Mia muttered. "You could say that. How can I exist?"

"There are some ways for a woman to become pregnant without intercourse," Castiel replied. "Unfortunately none of those ways seems to apply to you."

"Now what then?" Dean asked.

Castiel seemed tense.

"I am not sure. I can't read her mark like an archangel could, but…"

"Wait, wait," Dean cut in. "An archangel could tell what she is?"

"Possibly, but taking her to Michael would be…"

"I wasn't talking about Michael. We know another archangel don't we? And he happens to owe me one."

Castiel frowned.

"You can't be serious, we can't trust Gabriel."

"The guy's a dick, I'm not denying that, but he doesn't want this whole apocalypse thing any more than we do…"

"What?" Mia gasped. "Did you just say apocalypse?"

There was suddenly very quiet in the car.

"Sam?" Mia asked firmly.

He cleared his throat before speaking.

"Yeah, there's going to be an apocalypse if we don't stop it. But we're going to stop it, no matter what it takes."