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Chapter 7

So… Victoria?

After Mary and Victoria had gone to bed, Dean, Sam, and Cas stayed up to talk. Sam grabbed two beers from the kitchen and handed one to his brother before they all sat down.

"What the hell?"

"I know." Sam and Cas said in unison.

"So, Buffy in there is basically a human angel?"

"That's not exactly an accurate description, Dean. I would strongly advise not calling her that when she can hear you. Her strength would surprise you."

"So why did God create humans with these abilities?" Sam always wanted to know more, he wanted to understand whereas Dean usually just wanted to know how to deal.

"They were created to protect their fellow humans. They are the ultimate hunters. Their abilities present themselves on their twenty first birthday. That is the day they meet their Guardian Angel. The angel who will train them to become all that they can be. Victoria will be able to do much more than she can already with the proper training."

"Why can they take down angels?"

"As you have seen, angels are capable of doing bad things. These chosen were created with the idea that they would be able to help if a situation ever arose where angels became overcome with power." Cas looked at the floor, ashamed of all his past wrongs.

Dean hated seeing his friend in any kind of pain, he had been through so much.

"Why haven't we seen them before?"

Cas looked at his friend and smiled, "They are very rare. The fact you stumbled across one is well, amazing. I never thought to mention their existence before because I knew we would likely never meet one."

Sam looked down the neck of his beer, timid to ask his next question. "Will you be her Guardian?" He didn't look at Dean, he didn't want to see his face.

"I feel a responsibility toward her, yes. However, I am not a Guardian. That was not what I was created for."

"When has that stopped you?" Dean looked at Cas with admiration and a hint of pride.

"Yes, well, I am known to rebel."

Sam downed the rest of his beer and went to get two more. He knew the three of them were like brothers, and he would do anything for Cas, die for him even, but he couldn't stifle the twinge of jealousy he felt that Dean and Cas shared a more 'profound bond'. Maybe it was because he had always believed, always had faith, yet it was Dean who got the angel.

Victoria sat on the edge of the bed Mary had made up for her. She was staying the night in the 'bunker' of hunters. She laughed aloud thinking about the situation. She never would have believed herself that morning. She also wouldn't have believed she was tracking the Devil. How strange her life had become.

She wanted to be a scientist. Discover things in a lab, away from people and societal norms. She wasn't 'normal', never had been. Even before her 'abilities' came to light, she was considered strange. She was okay with that though, because she knew what she was and she was comfortable with herself. She knew it didn't matter if other people weren't, they didn't understand, and people always fear what they don't understand.

She leaned back on the bed and closed her eyes. Sleep soon found her.

"It's the most amazing thing ever, my great grandmother's recipe, come on, you have to try it."

"Victoria, I am an Angel of the Lord, I do not require food."

"It's a chocolate pecan pie, no one requires it."

"Nevertheless, I cannot taste food as you humans can, when I taste food, I taste everything. It's overwhelming."

She looked at him inquisitively. It was her twenty fourth birthday. He was the closest thing she had ever had to a real friend. She found an ease with him, an ease that comes with no expectations outside of her abilities. An ease that allowed her to be herself in every possible manner. Because he was the same way. She understood it was because he was an angel, but to her it didn't matter, she felt that they were kindred, and she blossomed in that.

"Let me try something." She put her fingers to his forehead. When she removed them she put a forkful of pie into his mouth when he opened it to question her.

His face went from annoyance to pleasure. "I do not know how you accomplished that Victoria Doyle, but that tasted perfect."

She smiled with self-satisfaction. "I think I gave you human taste buds. I don't know how long it will last, but at least you got to taste the pie."

Victoria suddenly woke up and wiped away the tears that had fallen while she was sleeping. She got up to find the kitchen. Baking always seemed to help her work through things.