"C-can we talk?"

I looked up from my book to see Dean standing by the table.

"Sure," I said, dog earing my place.

He sat down in the chair across from me.

"I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have gotten so worked up about something that's in the past. I know how hard that must have been for you, and I'm sorry."

"It's all good. Really, I don't blame you. I disappeared without warning for years and then lied about who I was when you found me again."

"Still," Dean insisted. "I shouldn't have yelled at you like that."

"And, it's seriously fine. Honestly, we were about due for an argument anyway."

Dean chuckled at that, both of us smiling.

"Sam told me I doted on you too much at one point."

"I mean, he wasn't wrong. Considering what life was like, you kind of spoiled me."

Dean rolled his eyes as I laughed. However, my smile dropped as I saw a serious look come into his eyes.

"So, I was wondering... the second time Michael visited you... he said you were powerful. What was he talking about?"

"You remember that?"

"Yeah, I mean... that was before he..."

"Ah... Well, um... I, uh, don't know what he was talking about," I bit my lip.

Dean studied me quietly for a few moments. I glanced down at the table and back up at his eyes, suddenly uncomfortable. His eyes never left me for a second.

"Well, if you're sure..."

He stood, moving to leave the library and stopped in the doorway to look back at me.

"You know, if you did have powers or whatever Michael sensed about you, it wouldn't change how we feel about you. We care about you, Angie. It would take a lot to make that stop."

I sat in silence after Dean disappeared, chewing on my lip and thinking. I knew Dean was right, and it was stupid to keep the truth from him and Sammy- especially since I had already told Jack everything. However, something told me knowing that not only was I part demon and part angel as well as human, but Michael was my father, qualified as the "a lot" Dean said it would take to make them stop caring. I knew that was also stupid to think, but it was a strong enough feeling that I refused to take the risk.

XxX

I uncapped the empty vial from the necklace chain. Setting the chain down on my bed and holding the empty vial in one hand, I held up the other in the air and concentrated. A moment later, I felt power surge through my body and up my arm. I watched as blue-white angel grace flowed out of my palm into the vial. When it was full, I put my hand down, stemming the flow. I screwed on the cap once more and sat, studying the grace as it glowed and moved around in the vial.

"How did you do that?"

I jumped, looking over to see Cass standing in the open doorway. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I glanced at the vial in my hand and back at Cass willing myself to say something.

"That's impossible," Cass breathed, backing up.

"Cass wait!" I called, finally finding my voice as he hurried down the hall.

I jumped up, vial still in hand, and ran after him. We ended up in the War Room where Sam and Dean were sitting at the map table. They both had bottles of beer and their laptops open, probably trying to find a new case.

"We have a problem," Cass announced.

They both looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked.

"It's-" Cass started.

"I told you to wait," I interrupted him, glaring.

"What's that?" Sam asked.

I looked at him, then followed his gaze to the vial of angel grace attached to its chain in my hand.

"Son of a bitch," I muttered.

"It's angel grace," Cass supplied.

I glared at him as Sam and Dean looked from him to me with shocked expressions.

"Where did you get-"

"I saw her create it out of nothing," Cass said.

"You saw her what?" Dean questioned him.

"Her eyes... and then it just started coming out of her hand and flowing into the vial, and..."

"You know, if you hadn't run off I could have explained," I growled at him.

"So explain it now," Sam addressed me.

I looked at him and then at Dean.

"I- I, uh-"

"What happened to her eyes?" Dean asked Cass.

"They were... I've never seen it before... they-"

"Were like this?"

They all looked at me as I closed and opened my eyes. There was a flash and I knew they were seeing my wings as well as the inhuman eyes that were a combination demon and angel. One wing was a fluffy white and the other resembled a bat's. As for the eyes: the sclera was the pitch black of a demon while the iris was the glowing blue-white of an angel.

"What the Hell?" Sam breathed once they went back to normal and my wings disappeared.

"Cass sit down... this is going to be... sit down," I told him.

Cass walked over and took a seat next to Dean.

"I'm a nephalem," I started.

"What? Like Jack?" Sam asked.

I shook my head.

"No. Jack is half angel, half human. I'm part angel... part demon."

"What?!" Dean shouted.

"My mom was a demon and my dad is an angel," I explained, looking at him.

"So does that mean you aren't human, then?" Sam asked.

"No... I have a soul thanks to the vessels."

"Wait, doesn't that mean..."

"I'm all three... Demon, angel and human."

"Cass," Dean growled, turning to face him.

"It's possible, Dean... They are stuff of legend. There are no reported accounts of anyone actually seeing one, but..." Cass trailed off.

"Why are we learning about this now?" Dean turned on me.

"I was scared to tell you... I honestly didn't know I was one until three years ago."

"That doesn't make any sense," Cass said.

"My dad- he wiped some of my memories. He taught me how to control it, and then he made me forget what I was and who he was. He left enough that I was subconsciously applying what he taught me, but... Until three years ago, I had no idea."

"Your dad taught you how to control your powers?" Sam spoke up.

"Mm hm... He taught me how to suppress the angel and demon inside me so I could live as a human without fear of losing control and hurting someone."

"Who are they?"

"What?"

"Who are your parents?" Dean clarified.

"Um... my mom was a no name demon... fairly low in the ranks... no one noticed she went missing..."

"And your dad?"

I swallowed, dropping my gaze to the floor.

"Michael," I mumbled under my breath.

"What was that?" Dean inquired.

I looked up, staring him in the eyes.

"Michael," I repeated in a small voice, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.

There was dead silence for a few blessed moments and then Dean jumped up, his chair falling over from the force.

"Michael?! As in the archangel, Michael?!"

"Dean, calm down," Cass told him, standing and putting a hand on his shoulder.

Dean shook it off, turning.

"Calm down?! She and I just had a conversation about how Michael sensed something about her- was drawn to her- and she told me she didn't know anything about it!"

"I didn't say anything, because I knew you would freak out!" I shouted at him. "Kind of like you're doing right now!"

We glared at each other, and I felt myself shaking as I held back tears. I was suddenly reminded of when Michael and I did the same thing when we had him cuffed in the office when he took back over Dean. Everyone was on their feet now, Cass ready to hold back Dean and Sam ready to hold back me if things got worse.

"You lied to me," Dean hissed, making me flinch.

His tone was eerily similar to when Michael was controlling him.

"I never meant to hurt you," I replied, my voice timid.

Dean scoffed, "Maybe you were right. Maybe I shouldn't have taken you in all those years ago."

I took a step back, feeling as though I had been slapped. I felt tears begin to slide down my cheeks as I met Dean's eyes.

"I- If that's how you feel, then I guess I'll just leave."

"Good idea."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, glancing briefly at Sam and Cass before heading back down the hall to my room.