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"I'm not finding anything…" Sam mumbled as he rubbed his tired eyes.

Dean nodded along with his brother as he stretched his arms and followed with a yawn. "When Sammy the nerd can't find anything, that's saying something…" Dean directed toward Anya.

Anya agreed with the brothers. This research only got them a few religions dealing with sacrificing virgins for yearly farming or weather. They all knew it was not anywhere close to their case. Besides all these old books gave off a weird smell that made her nose itch.

Suddenly, Dean's phone rang and he picked up quickly. "Yeah?"

Sam and Anya watched Dean patiently as he finished on the phone. "Okay, we're going now." He said as he grabbed his jacket and rose from his seat. He clicked the phone shut and motioned for his brother and Anya to get up. "It was Bobby. He said he found it and we need to get back there now. He'll fill us in then."

They headed toward Bobby's as fast as they could go and as they walked in the house, Bobby gave a look of relief. "You guys have to hear this."

All three of them listened closely to what the old journal said about the strangest and oldest rituals to ever be existed. As Bobby read more and more, Anya's heart dropped in fear of what it could be. The next words that left his lips felt like it played in slow motion, "To free the Mother…"

Anya closed her eyes as she clenched her teeth with frustration. She wanted to let her angered animal let out and release a blood curdling howl to relieve her stress, but she couldn't.

"The Mother?" Dean asked with a scowl.

Sam had the same confused look as his brother, "The Mother of what?"

Bobby continued with a small shrug, "The Mother of all."

She wanted rip the whole room apart piece by piece. The brothers and Bobby's voice felt so distant the more and more the memories came flooding back. The memories she tries so hard to forget. Her instinct just screamed to cause destruction anywhere and anyhow.

"Anya?"

She snapped back into reality when she met the gazes of all three men staring at her. "Shit." She cursed herself for dazing off again. "What?"

"Do you know what it's talking about? About 'the Mother'." Sam repeated.

Of course she knew what it was talking about and of course she knew who the Mother is. A great portion of her life was based around the Mother. It's the portion of her life that she has collected so many regrets to this day. She mentally slapped herself to answer Sam's question before they really thought she was crazy for spacing out again. They can't know she knows. "No." She replied, keeping her poker face on. Every bone in her body ached to shift and let her animal inside free. All this shock and horrid memories was bringing so much stress that she just wanted to run free in the woods and forget the memories that came back with Bobby mentioned the Mother attempting to be released on Earth.

She knew she couldn't leave suddenly or else she might as well scream that she knows everything about the Mother. Anya needed to keep her cool more than anything right now. She guessed the reason for why the Mother was trying to come to Earth. With Crowley kidnapping all the Alphas, a Mother needs to defend her kids. One thing was for certain, she needs to stop her Mother from being released.


Dean watched her closely as they were getting ready to go to bed. They've been up all day searching for who 'the Mother' was but they didn't find anything. He couldn't shake an eerie feeling he had about Anya though. Ever since Bobby read out what the ritual was to release the Mother, she's been extremely off. From meeting her, he always noticed her always on alert. Now it seems like you have to clap your hands and scream to get her attention. Does she really know who and what the Mother is? And she's not telling the truth? Maybe she's just having an off day like all hunters do.

He felt like he was caught when she suddenly looked at him and he looked away, attempting to hide the fact he was watching her. "Dean, is it okay if I sleep on this couch tonight? I can't sleep well in that bed upstairs…" She asked. She sounded so damn innocent that he almost pictured her as a little girl with pigtails.

He mentally shook the image away and nodded, "Yeah, sure." He answered with an uncomfortable swallow. He decided he'll sleep in the chair tonight since they did need to rise early for more research. He wasn't looking forward to that.


Anya felt sleeping slowly creeping on her after two hours of acting like she was asleep. Dean hasn't quite fallen asleep yet but Sam has. She waited for his slow and long breathing and his quiet slowed heartbeat, but it hasn't happened yet. She heard him rustling and moving once in a while. A slight feeling of guilt came over her for stealing his spot on the couch. She just wanted to sneak out of the house as soon as possible to get to shift and run in the woods a bit. She hasn't shifted in three days, but it feels like forever to her. She just needed this night to herself after pondering on what to do about her Mother being released.

Half an hour later, she finally heard Dean slip off into unconsciousness that she's been waiting for. She waited a few more minutes till he really settled into sleeping and she quietly rose from the couch to head towards the door. With hunting like a predator all her life, she's gotten use to the art of stealth and she was damn good at it. When she reached outside, she took a big breath of the outside air. Man, she missed it. Being cooped up indoors all day wasn't for her. She's used to staying outdoors and watching the environment around her. When she began to walk toward the opening of the trees, she felt an eerie feeling around her, and she assumed it was an angelic presence. "Castiel, come on out." She spoke softly to the empty space around her.

His scent exploded into her nose again as she turned to face the familiar Angel before her. A confused look was plastered on his face. "You were aware of my presence when I was hiding. No human can detect an Angel while they're hiding. What are you." His voice was demanding.

Anya's instinct wanted to bare its teeth and threaten the Angel. It's impossible for her to kill him off before he went to tell her secret. He knew she wasn't human and she knew he was close with the Winchester brothers and Bobby. "You cannot tell anyone." She returned with a hope that he will work with her. Who knows, this Angel is friends with humans. It's the first Angel she's seen that even shows manners towards the humans.

"Why?" He questioned as he eyed Anya closely. She needed to play this out without any mistakes, but suddenly she identified another scent along with Castiel's. The small remnants of another scent that was on him, one that reeked with sulfur. "Demon…" As she took another slight breath in to study the scent, it surprised her. She knew the scent and she's smelled it before. "Crowley." What the hell was this Angel doing with the King of Hell? Better yet, wasn't he helping Dean and Sam find and stop Crowley? She put on her poker face to hide her discovery and she slowly changed her thought processes.

"When did you have a date with Crowley?" She had the balls to confront him then and there. Why the hell shouldn't she? She's been believing this Angel was on their side, not Crowley's.

Castiel's eyes widened at her question and he pressed his lips together. Then she sighted slight anger and confusion together upon his face. "How did you—"

"You spill first." She interrupted, "Considering the fact that you're having side dates with the one Demon that we're trying to hunt down."

He glanced down in defeat. She had him by the wings and the animal inside her wanted to howl in glory.

"It's with good reasoning." He started, "I'm also protecting all of them from Crowley." He nodded towards Bobby's house where all three of them rested.

"So you're working with the bastard." Anya barely could believe it.

He met her gaze to answer the question silently which was a yes.

She almost shook her head at his actions, but she retained from it. Hell, she wasn't exactly the loyal being either.

"Now I believe it's your turn to 'spill'."

She swallowed uncomfortably, "I'm a werewolf." She paused, "The Alpha werewolf."

She watched his eyes grow in surprise again, "A female Alpha. I must say I'm in awe. How long have you walked this Earth?"

She didn't want to answer his question, but she did anyway. "I was human in the year 1518. I was 24 years of age when I was turned into…what I am now." She paused and gazed down toward the ground as she thought back to the ancient memories. "I haven't just walked this Earth, I've walked in Hell and I've walked in Purgatory, and one time in Heaven."

"You've been to Purgatory?"

I glanced up at him to see the interest in his eyes. She heard his voice elevate when he asked the question. It then dawned on her, "You're looking for Purgatory. You and Crowley…that's it isn't it?" She asked. She wished it wasn't true but she was let down when he pulled his gaze away from her. He wasn't proud of it.

"Damn it, Angel. Why?" She cursed toward him. Purgatory isn't something you want to mess with, especially the things in it.

"Why do I need to explain myself to a monster?" He turned to face her, "Dean, Sam, and Bobby believe you are a human hunter. When you are exactly the thing they hunt and kill. I could just inform them of the very thing you are."

The animal inside her growled in anger and she felt the urge to shift into wolf form and prepare for a battle. Even if he is an Angel, she would still put up a hell of a fight with him. She wasn't one to back off with her tail between her legs. "Oh, will you? How would they feel when their favorite Angel is secretly working with the King of Hell? The exact Demon that they're working on taking down."

He clenched his jaw slightly. "They have more faith in me than someone they just met a couple days ago."

"They may have more faith in you but it just shows how big of a traitor you'll look like."

He paused a moment in thought. "I have a proposal."

She nodded slightly for him to continue.

"I will keep your secret if you can tell me how to get to Purgatory."

She let an exasperated sigh at him, "You do not want to go to Purgatory." She warned with a slight shaking with her head. "Besides that, I don't know how to get there. I was always summoned by something."

Castiel pulled his gaze away in defeat.

"Why the hell do you want to find it?" She asked in wonder.

He met her gaze and let out a small sigh, "Souls. I need them to defeat Raphael. You will not understand."

"I've been alive for 5 centuries, Angel. I think I can be a little understanding…"

"There's a war going on in Heaven. God is missing and—"

"Raphael wants to take the throne."

She watched his surprise toward her. "And there's Angels like you who want to stop him because his intentions are not …ideal for the world." She paused to swallow thinking back to some memories. "You're not the first Angel I tangoed with. I know of Raphael and how much of a prick he can be."

"I must say, I am astounded with your vast knowledge." He confessed as he glanced back up to Bobby's house.

She shrugged at the Angel's compliment. "Yeah, well you learn stuff after a few centuries. But about this other business..." She paused to watch him look back to her, "You know my secret and I know your secret. Let's keep it at that."

"Agree." He nodded.

"Hey, heed my warning…You do not want to find Purgatory. There are other things in there than just souls." She warned again and she prayed he would listen to her.

He held her serious gaze for a minute and then blinked, "I will return later. Goodbye, Anya."

She gave a small smile, "Bye, Angel." He disappeared with the faint sound of flapping wings and she let out a sigh. She made her way slowly toward the opening of the woods and looked up toward the half moon. Her feet took off in a sprint into the wilderness and she felt her bones began to crack and grow while her black fur began to grow from her skin. As she jumped across the small stream, her transformation finished and she landed on all fours and continued running free into the night.


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