They sat around the table in the library, archangels and Nephilim on one side, Winchesters and Seraph on the other, and Iaso seemed to be debating internally on where the tale should actually begin. She squinted slightly and nodded, seeming to come to her place, glancing down at her backpack next to her foot.

"They found me and a few others nearly two hundred years ago."

Raphael looked decidedly guilty at that and beside him his brother squeezed his shoulder in comfort, had he known Iona had been with child all those years ago he wouldn't have left her with merely a token to remember him by before making his leave.

"We all lived together. We looked out for ourselves and the younger ones. And then the faction split."

She looked between the two sitting at her side and then back to the two hunters.

"They did not like the way we were treated in the human world, hunters come after us for merely existing, just another monster to cross off their hit list."

Sam looked down at his crossed hands, feeling something akin to guilt settle in his stomach, and next to him his brother nodded in agreement to her. There was only two things in the world; the good and the bad. Humans were good. Monsters were bad.

Iaso glared at the older hunter "We're not, by the way, hunter."

Dean glared right back at the teenager "When you kill innocent lives you are."

"We never mean for humans to come between us but sometimes it is unavoidable."

"And that's why we hunt you back."

She shook her head, looking ready to rise from her chair in defense of her own kind, but a large dark hand settled warmly on her shoulder.

"No you hunt us because you don't understand us. All you see is black and white. You don't kill the bad and save the good, you are so close-minded hunter, the world is full of shades of gray. There are just as many bad humans as there are good creatures. But when you refuse to give someone the benefit of chance then they become what they are imagined to be."

"And what do you imagine yourself to be?"

Dean was pushing it, he knew it, but there was a point to be proven here. Castiel nodded in agreement from beside him, fingers curled around his blade in the inner pocket of his trench coat, there had been a reason that the Nephilim had been cleansed from the earth. They were destructive creatures, relishing in the destruction they could cause, and were more along the chances of destroying another then befriending them, because that was just how they were.

"I would kill you without hesitation if you stood with them."

The hunter waved a hand in her direction and turned to his younger brother with an expression of 'I told you so'. But Sam Winchester was loath to say he agreed. He had seen for himself to good that some creatures could be, his old childhood friend Amy Pond coming to mind, and he briefly wondered what had become of her son. The Nephilim wasn't necessarily innocent but the points that she made were valid ones.

"No, Dean, she's right."

"Sam! How can you-"

"Amy Pond, Dean, Amy Pond was not evil."

"She was killing people."

"For her son. Her son was sick. She was helping her family."

"She was a monster!"

"So is your friend here." They fell silent at her interruption and their argument was put on hold for a moment, neither Archangel looked as though they were intending to stop her, not that would be able to if they tried. She had every right to speak her mind, and no one, not even a knew found father, would take that right away from her. "Your friend, Cassarole?, he has innocent blood on his hands. He's killed humans, angels, everyone you can imagine, and yet you let him live? Why?"

"He did it for the greater good."

"No. He did it because he thought he needed to. He did it because it would help you. Why is that okay, but another doing the same thing not, what gives you the right to play judge and executioner? My kind may be killing each other but at least we do it with honor."

…

When threatened with bodily injury, much to Gabriel's amusement, at the idea of putting his daughter back in that dungeon underneath them, a room had been made up for her across the hall from her uncles. Iaso had accepted it from the tall hunter shyly, she did not like the older one, but the younger one seemed to understand where she was coming from, thus he had honor too.

She sat in the middle of the bed, legs crossed under her, and her backpack just before her, lost in her own thoughts when a knock at the door pulled her back to the present.

"Come in?"

The door opened just a crack and her father poked his head in, "May I join you?", he entered and closed the door behind him, just as she had it before he came to see her. He had a child that he knew nothing about, it broke his heart to know that she had been so alone for so long, that she had to face the world on her own since the passing of her mother. Raphael sat on the edge of the bed, silently, neither were sure what it was like to have the other and an awkward silence fell between them for a moment.

"Would you have really come?"

Her voice was small, so small, unlike it had been when she had confronted the hunter with her differing opinion. It surprised him for a moment, and he turned to look at her from where he sat, and gave an assuring nod.

"Had I known, I would have never left, despite how she urged me to.", he smiled at her softly, "I have a daughter and it breaks my heart that I know nothing about her."

"We could…", she curled in on herself even more "I don't know….Talk…No that's weird…." But her dad nodded, and thus they ended up sitting face to face, her not moving from the position she had already taken on her new bed, and he taking up something similar across from her.

"What was your childhood like?"

Iaso smiled, seeming to drift back into memories, "It was fun. I ran around our village all day. Mom let me paint myself for our festivals. I got into all sorts of trouble. She talked about you, a lot, said that you were the one good thing she had, until I came along obviously. She named me after you. She said that you healed people and that's what my name means.", she nodded towards him "What do you do?"

He chuckled, but nodded, "I am as you said, a Healer, The Healer of Heaven. I treat all the wounded, the ill, I protect those on earth as well. Patron to doctors and those in the medical field. Help them discover their cures and procedures. What do you enjoy in your free time?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "Nothing much, my times pretty filled, but I like to write. Sometimes I draw. I have a book in my backpack. I can show you some time. Do I have any more uncles?"

"You have hundreds" he smiled when her eyes widened "But only three direct kin to you. You've met Gabriel already; energetic and humorous. Then there is Michael; a Warrior through and through, but the gentlest angel you would ever meet. Of course then there's Lucifer, though fallen he may be, he will forever be an archangel, thus your uncle. I hope that you get the opportunity to meet them one day. I am sure they would like to meet you. What is your favorite color?"

"Green.", she tilted her head at his soft chuckle "What?"

"Green? My wings are green, emerald to be precise, it is my aura."

"Really?"

He nodded and she laughed softly, it was a soft sound, likes a windchime in a gently breeze, and it made his heart warm slightly.

She calmed down after a moment "Have you ever had a kid before?"

"No. Have you ever had a father before?"

"No. But I am happy to have one now."

"Indeed."

Gabriel came to check on them a few hours later when neither made another reappearance, opening to door slightly with a hand, he peeked inside, the lights had been turned off save for a lamp on the bedside table and he smiled when it illuminated the two bodies on the bed. His niece was curled up against the pillows, his brother laying across the bottom of the bed, her socked feet resting across his stomach.

…

The Healer had to leave the following morning, to return to his duties in Heaven, but made the Nephilim swear to call for him if he was needed and to keep her uncle informed on her whereabouts at all times, there was clearly some adjustment still to be made here but they were making good progress, as was the way when one had already grown up with a parent, despite being on their own for so long they knew not to disobey a clear order when given one.

Before he had gone, the Healer had refastened the ornament around his daughters neck, brushing her curls down fondly as he did so. He had blessed it with his grace, it would grant her protection if she ever found herself in need of it, and had sworn to always be watching and listening if she were to need his help.

It was not something she took willingly and he had been quick to dismiss the notion that he thought her incapable of handling her own, quite the opposite, it was an offer and she as happy to except the offer as it stood.

And so, despite any reservations against the others, she sat at her uncles side at the war room table preparing to let them all in on the War of the Nephilim.