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Chapter Three

For evil to flourish, it only requires good men to do nothing

Simon Weisemthal

When Monica woke up the next morning it didn't take her long to realise that she wasn't in her shitty apartment but someone's shitty house. Memories of the night before came flooding back to her...as she visualised that...that woman slitting that man's throat Monica was overwhelmed with the need to vomit.

She launched herself up out of bed and fled the room looking for the bathroom. The waitress just made it to the toilet and the end of the hallway before she emptied the contents of her stomach in the bowl. Monica slumped back against the wall thinking about what had happened.

Splat!

Monica screamed as blood splattered all over her face and her clothes. The man's eyes and mouth started to glow with a flickering light as blood spurted out of the man's slit throat. The body dropped to reveal the tattooed woman from that afternoon.

"Can the pig squeal, woman."

Monica gulped. "You-you killed that man."

Not a man, she corrected herself, a demon...just like the one who had tried to kill her when she was sixteen.

"Clean it up when you're done. This ain't no fancy five-star resort."

Monica reacted to the familiar voice. "Bobby!" She knew Bobby Singer, hell everyone in Sioux Falls knew Bobby Singer as the old drunk who owned the salvage yard and hated mostly everyone. He'd picked her up on the side of the road one day and helped her get the waitressing job-that was seven years ago now.

"When you're done you can get yourself downstairs. Shower's that way!"

He turned heel and walked down the stairs leaving Monica alone and wondering what she'd done. She flushed the toilet and headed back to the room she'd woken up in-a bag of clothes was just dumped on the floor and when she sorted through it-Monica realised that they were her clothes. One of them had broken into her place and brought her clothes!

Monica shook her head, not wanting to think about it. She pulled out a pair of black slacks, a strawberry pink blouse and her gray cardigan before she went to find the shower. Monica locked the door then she stripped and got out of her bloodied clothing. She didn't spend too long in the shower before she got out and made her way downstairs.

"Afternoon, Monica," Sam smiled making her blush.

"Hello, Sam." She wrapped her arms around herself protectively and looked around the cluttered room. "Last night wasn't a dream, was it?"

Sam shook his head and Bobby grunted. "No, it was a demon."

"Are you sure he wasn't just mentally ill?"

Dean outright laughed in her face. "Listen sister, demons are real, ghost are real...every damn thing they told you to fear as a kid is real as well. Everything that goes bump in the night is real and we hunt 'em. We bump back."

Monica shook her head. "No. No. No. It's a joke! A sick joke! I need to go home!"

"Explain why a demon was after you," Bobby ordered.

Monica shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm Catholic?"

Dean snorted. "Yeah okay. That's believable."

"Dean!" Sam snapped.

"All I'm saying Sammy is that demons don't just go after someone for no reason. They murdered seven other girls who looked like her! Cas says she's important and we gotta risk our lives protecting her so I wanna know why."

"I believe I can answer that."

Monica scrambled backwards when the three men jumped to their feet, various weapons drawn. There was a man standing in the middle of the room flanked by two women-all dressed in black suits.

"Bloody angels," Dean scowled. "What do you want?"

The angel smiled. "My name is Mihr. I'd like a word with Monica Grant if you would."

Monica stepped forward carefully. "I'm Monica."

The angel suddenly flung his arm out and slammed Monica into the wall. She screamed when she hit the wood and fell to the floor.

Mihr brushed his suit off. "Nephilim are disgusting creatures. An abomination. Who in their right mind would copulate with a mud monkey?" he hissed. He advanced on Monica as the women kept the three hunters busy.

A black shape came smashing in through the window followed by a fourth angel. It was the hunter from the diner. She picked herself up off the ground and launched herself at Mihr with a silver knife in her hand. Mihr shouted out before the blade went straight through the side of his face.

Monica threw up on the ground beside her as the man collapsed on a heap on the ground.

"Come for a visit and get thrown through a window," the hunter muttered. She pulled her blade out of the dead angels face and used his suit to clean it up.

The other angels vanished.

Monica picked herself up and stopped when she saw the boy's staring at her.

"Thanks for the help, Art," Bobby nodded. "Boys, this is Artemis Moran."

"Everyone calls me Art," she replied.

"We've met," Sam replied.

"Cas bloody knew!" Dean grumbled. "CAS! CAS! CASTIEL!"

"This had better be important, Dean." Castiel appeared behind Dean.

"Start talking! What is she?"

"Monica Grant is a Nephilim," Castiel answered truthfully. "Her father is an angel and her mother was a human woman. I expressed my concern that she was, and still is, important to Lilith's plans. Monica's blood is needed to break one of the seals to Lucifer's cage."

"Woah! Woah! Woah!" Art called out. "Time out! Tell me what the hell is going on?"

Castiel stared the hunter down. "The demon Lilith is trying to break the seals of Lucifer's cage and free him."

Art snorted. "Okay sure, whatever. Why are angels attacking me and who the fuck is Amitiel?"

"Do you have any more questions?" Castiel frowned. "I need to return to heaven."

Art grabbed his arm. She was only about four foot nine but she certainly had a grip on her. "Yeah I had a question-aside from being woefully behind in my taxes-who is Amitiel?"

Dean snorted. "So we gotta protect this chick forever?"

Castiel shook his head. "No, until Lilith is killed and the seals are put back in place. As for you, Artemis Moran-the angels won't stop coming for you until this is put a stop to."

"Then let's go gank the bitch!" Art shouted out. "Up until two days ago I was under the assumption that angels didn't exist and now I've killed two! I stay out of Winchester business purely for the reason that the bad shit always happens to the train wreck of a family!"

"Hey!" Sam and Dean argued.

"You two get rid of the body," Bobby grunted. "Art, come help me with this. Monica, sit!"

Sam and Dean went to the angel's body whilst Art crossed the room with Bobby to help him pull some books off the shelf.

Monica quietly sat on the old couch.

Castiel looked down at the waitress. "I hear your prayers every night," he bluntly told her. "I regret to inform you that your mother is not among us in heaven."

Monica's jaw dropped. "What? No! That's not possible."

"Your mother made a deal with a demon," Castiel told her. "The deal itself was a selfless act-selling your soul to save your dying sister's life is a noble act-but she still made a deal with a demon and he came to collect ten years later."

"You're lying!" she snapped. Monica had no idea why she was arguing against an angel in memory of a woman she didn't remember. She'd long since given up on trying to remember the woman-there wasn't even a photograph of her. She wrapped her arms around herself like she always did when she was upset-everything was changing too fast. "Why don't you just kill me and that will stop these seals being broken?"

Castiel was silent.

When Monica looked up, the angel was gone.

Across the room, Bobby and Art watched the waitress as she sat on the couch. "Nephilim," Art frowned, "not the sexy Shadowhunter kind."

"What the hell you on about, girl?" Bobby snapped.

"Bobby you seriously need to get out and read something that doesn't involve research," Art deadpanned. Sure Art had a deep respect for the aging hunter-he'd taught her everything she knew aside from her father's journal. "Stay away from Twilight."

Bobby glared at her.

"Like far away-vampires don't sparkle."

"Did your mother drop you on your head as a kid?" Bobby growled. It was always like this between the two hunters-she'd sass and he'd growl.

Art shrugged. "Not my mum, maybe a demon or two and very recently might I add."

Bobby shook his head and muttered under his breath. The little hunter often drove him crazy but she brought him whisky so he always overlooked it. "I don't think I have any books on half-breed angels."

"Nephilim," Art corrected him. "Man-maybe we should just kill her now and be done with it. Lucifer coming topside is bad. I usually stick to demons and ghosts, maybe the occasional shapeshifter and vampires-well they're super fun with dead man's blood tipped arrows but angels? Aren't angels meant to be the good guys?"

Bobby raised an eyebrow. He looked over at Monica still seated on the couch when Sam and Dean came back in. "Deal with it?"

Dean nodded. "Dumped it behind the back shed. Sammy and I'll build a pyre and burn it." He went to the fridge and helped himself to a beer, tossing one to Sam and then to Art. "You fight good, short stuff."

"I'm dynamite," she shrugged nonchalantly. Art cracked open the can and chugged it down before tossing the empty can in the trash. "So what are we doing with her?"

Everyone's eyes fell on Monica who looked up at them.

"We shouldn't talk about her like she isn't here," Sam frowned. He looked at Monica-she looked like she was going to fall apart at any moment.

"Grab your jacket, Dean," Art ordered. "I know a rare book dealer about five hours away from here that can help us. Name's Gen Warden. We go way back."

Dean shrugged. "Okay."

"Seriously?" Sam asked him.

"Gen's a good girl," Bobby nodded. "I'll call her and let her know you're on your way. She'll get what you need whilst you drive there."

"You're driving," Art told Dean, snatching his beer off him.

-XXX-

Dean and Art had barely been gone twenty minutes when Sam joined Monica on the couch. "Hungry?" he asked.

Monica looked up at him, she'd just been sitting there playing with her fingers, twirling her rosary around in her hands. She was thinking about what that angel had said about her mother and everything else. It sort of made her understand some of what was going on. She smiled at Sam and she nodded, slowly getting up.

"Yeah I am a bit hungry thank you, I haven't really eaten since before I went to work. I tend to not eat sometimes. Maybe I'll nibble on a few things, but that's really it."

Monica had gotten up as she followed him out and into the kitchen. He looked through the fridge to see what he could find to make for them to eat. Sam opened the fridge to be met by a godawful smell from last week's Thai food going mouldy in the back of the fridge. Quickly he slammed it shut.

"Maybe Bobby's got some bread in the cupboard."

From the lounge room, Bobby snorted. "Good luck, kiddo," he muttered under his breath.

Monica giggled. She had to be one of the only people in the town that appreciated Bobby's surly attitude. She watched Sam as she sat down at the tiny two-person table in the kitchen corner and smiled to herself. Monica found Sam rather handsome.

"I think we'll order a pizza delivery," Sam nodded. He sat down and opened his laptop to do the order online.

Monica smiled as she watched him.

"Sam, do you mind if I ask you something? I mean it seems that this doesn't seem new to you guys, so maybe you can help me with trying to figure out some of the things that are going on? That guy Castiel seems to know more than anyone. How does he know so much about me?"

Sam looked at her, he was surprised at how Monica was taking in all of this. She'd had so much information thrown at her, and yet she didn't act surprised to find out that there were demons and other nasties in the world. She was taking this pretty well, not many normal folks took it as well as Monica did. She then looked back down at her hands and cleared her throat.

"Sorry, I mean I just want some answers as well. There is so much that I want to know about what is going on. I know a little bit of what I've seen myself. The demons attacking me is not so much of a surprise. When I was about sixteen, I was attacked by something as well. At the time I really didn't think about it. Now that I'm older and look back on what had happened, I knew that something was off on the boy that attacked me."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean you were attacked? How did you know that the kid wasn't just crazy?"

Monica sighed. When she did looked up, he could see that there was definitely something different about her. Knowing the fact that she was part angel-Monica was part of the world they lived and hunted in. Who's to say that she wasn't one of them? There was still so much that any of them knew. Who was her father? That would be a question to ask Castiel if he returned. Monica cleared her throat as if trying to get his attention. He then snapped out of it hearing her clear her throat.

"Has this always been what you and your brother do or did you two kind fall into it? Do you work? I mean I am sure your parents are proud of you."

He turned and looked away, Dean got to know his mom before she had been killed by the demon. Same never liked to talk about the Yellow Eyed Demon. Azazel was dead but his actions would echo throughout his life for a long time-his and Dean's. He'd died before of it and Dean had been sent to Hell because of it. He got up and left Monica at the table, taking the laptop with him. Sam passed Bobby as her walked in-the old man sat at the table across from her.

"Those boys are something else, ignore them. Both are like their father, hard headed and stubborn as a mule. Those damn boys may give me a heart attack one day. Ignore the angel, he's a pain in the ass to be honest. Yer safe here don't worry, those boys won't let nothin' happen to you."

She nodded and smiled weakly at him. Bobby actually seemed to be the only one understand how she felt whilst everyone else seemed so intent on dissecting her. Monica held out her hands to look at them wondering what kind of power she really did have.

"And what about the girl?" Monica eventually asked. "She did save my life twice."

Bobby snorted. "Artemis Moran didn't grow up as a hunter like those two. She chose this life and her family kicked her out because of it. She's got no one but that car. She's stubborn, crass, rude, curses like a sailor but she's one of the best damn hunters out there. Come to think of it, she's Dean if he was born a girl."

She nodded looked to see if Sam was coming back. Bobby chuckled.

"Don't even think about it sweetheart, relationships don't last in this line of work. You either get dumped on your ass or they die. Sam don't really get out much-Dean seems to think he's gay."

A pillow came flying in from the other room that made Bobby chuckle. Sam poked his head in as he glared at Bobby, which made him even less scary as Bobby laughed harder.

"Blame yer brother Sam not me. Your record for relationships are less than Dean's attendance record for school. That's saying something."

Sam turned to Monica ignoring Bobby.

"Pizza will be here shortly, I made sure to make it gets here on time. Though I think it will be here later than thirty minutes. They chucked a fit about delivering out here."

He chuckled as Sam had turned to Monica to look at her than walk out. Bobby watched her as she then looked back at him.

"I'm sure you remember when you found me right? Well I had a boyfriend, who was my first kiss. He looks just like Sam, and I can't help but think about him whenever I see him."

Bobby laughed shaking his head as he heard the front door close as he got up and seen that Sam had walked out. There was some money right by the door.

"Now where in the hell is he going? I am going to smack that boy when he returns. Better yet I'll let Dean do it. Maybe a good fight between 'em will make them wake up."

-XXX-

Sam left the house and headed out to the back of the junk yard. When he headed out, he wanted to find Ruby and tell her about the nephilim that was now a walking, talking target. He managed to find her leaning against a tree.

Ruby smiled when she saw Sam. She kicked herself off the tree and came over to him.

"So good to see you Sam, tell me do you have any good news to bring to me?"

Sam nodded. His eyes lit up when he saw Ruby. He had so much to tell her, but where to start? He figured that he should start off about Monica and what happened at the diner, the fact that she was nephilim and one of the seals to break in Lilith's mission to free Lucifer.

"There are a couple things actually. We met a nephilim. She's one of the sixty-six seals to free Lucifer from the Pit."

Her eyebrows raised. "Wow, a nephilim? Where is she now?"

"She's safe."

"You did say that there was a couple things that you had to tell me?" She wondered what else there was.

Sam then cleared his throat to catch Ruby's attention and break her train of thought.

"There's another hunter in the game now," Sam also confessed. "Her name is Artemis." He stuck his hands in his pocket. "What can you tell me about an angel called Amitiel?"

Ruby's chestnut eyes widened in shock. "Hang on, you said Amitiel, right?"

Sam nodded.

Ruby backed away in fear. "Sam you have to get away from her. You and Dean. Amitiel is dangerous. Next to Michael and Lucifer she's worse than anything you'll ever face. God created her in a time of war-that's all she knows. She kills humans, angels and demons alike without remorse."

"But you gotta say yes to be an angel vessel?"

Ruby shook her head. "Amitiel knows how to make her vessels say yes. She prefers a bloodline. If she's after your friend than she is the perfect bloodline. If she can't get Artemis she'll use her family to get to her. It's always women and always the strong ones."

She stepped further away from Sam. "You need to get her away-far away. We'll talk soon, Sam."

Suddenly Sam was left standing alone in the middle of the junkyard. Just great, he thought to himself. Dean wasn't going to be happy about this. He made his way back towards the house just in time to see Bobby dealing with an angry delivery boy.

"Bobby?"

"Five minutes late," Bobby grinned. "Free pizza."