At a quarter to three in morning, a slender blonde left her apartment above the quaint Café Moonlight. She wrapped her black trench coat around her and folded her arms to keep out the chill. She was in her early twenties with a gentle complexion, and her fair skin almost shined in the light of the street lamps. Tucking a strand of her long wavy hair behind her ear she moved down the street.

The streets were pretty much dead. There was the occasional bum or the misguided teens looking for trouble but no one to really take too much notice of her. It was stupid to walk around downtown this late anyone could tell you that. Still, the woman wandered the streets her shoes making only the slightest noise on the pavement.

After dodging a particularly shady looking man the woman made it to her destination. Aultman Hospital. She glanced up at the glowing light emitting from some of the windows. Taking a deep breath the woman glanced around. Her generosity was volunteer work at the hospital made her a recognizable face. Her name was Eloise Roth, but Ellie to anyone who really knew her. Visiting hours were far from over, but she wasn't here to just simply visit. She had other plans. Ellie shut her eyes and if anyone were standing there they would not have believed it. She vanished from sight only to re appear in a dark hospital room.

The patient lay asleep in the bed. The sleeping form was small and fragile a child. Ellie moved closer watching the child with help from the light of the moon and the lamps outside. She stood over the side of the bed a calm expression on her face. The child's face was pained and every time they shifted or twitched in bed their face would contort. Ellie's brow furrowed. She rested two fingers, her index and middle, on the child's forehead. A smile grew on her face as the child sighed in relief in their slumber.

Ellie didn't linger and she moved onto four other rooms in the hospital doing the same task before returning to the streets of North Canton in a much more pleasant mood than before. She moved happily back up the road toward her apartment. No men bothered her as she passed them. She was somehow intimidating. Perhaps it was her confidence in another job well done. Either way, no one bothered her as she went back home.

Humming softly she unlocked the door to her small two-bedroom apartment and entered closing the door behind her. She flicked on the light switch and looked up to find Dean and Castiel in the midst of her living room. She gasped and let out a shriek and she flattened herself against the wall.

"Hello Ellie." Castiel spoke first; there was contempt in his voice.

"Who…h-how did you g-get in here?" Ellie stammered.

"I am Castiel, Angel of the Lord and we need your help Ellie. You are very important." Castiel said. His tone was flat and dry..

"Excuse me?"

Dean rolled his eyes at Castiel and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry if my friend here came on a little strong." He put on a friendly smile; this girl was pretty cute even while looking frightened for her life. "My name is Dean. We aren't going to hurt you Ellie."

Ellie let out a sharp laugh and stared at Dean incredulously. "Says the two men who broke into my apartment!"

Her eyes danced back and forth between the both of them. Dean could tell this wasn't going to go very smoothly. Then again Castiel did have the brilliant idea to wait for her inside of her apartment instead of outside. They looked like psychopathic robbers instead of two mildly insane hunter and angel duo. Ellie would have had a hard time listening to them before, but now the bar was set higher. He swallowed and did his best to look as friendly as possible.

"How do you know my name? Are you like stalkers or something?"

"Ellie, we need your assistance in stopping a fallen angel by the name of Sammael." Cas informed her.

Dean let out a soft groan and rolled his eyes toward Castiel giving him a look.

Ellie stared blankly at Castiel. "Fallen angel, what are you taking about? Get out of here now or I'll call the cops! I took six months of karate, I can and will defend myself!"

"Way to ease her into it all, Cas." Dean said.

Ellie dug into her pocket and pulled out her phone. Before she could dial Castiel was inches from her holding firmly, but not to painfully, onto her wrist. Ellie squeaked and feebly pulled away.

"I know what you are Ellie. I know what you have been doing." Castiel's tone suggested disgust and almost hate. Dean rushed over and took Castiel by the shoulders to pull him back from the girl. The last thing they needed was the girl having a freaking heart attack.

"Cas, space." He said. "Sorry."

Ellie massaged her wrist and glared at Castiel with dislike. By the look in Ellie's eyes and the way she glared at Castiel Dean could tell she wasn't exactly his number one fan.

"Alright. What am I?"

"It's kind of complicated." Dean started but Castiel ignored him and chose to speak overtop.

"Half angel. Half human."

"Or not."

Ellie laughed nervously and waited for the punch line to the joke. Dean blinked and waited for her laughter to die down. Castiel shifted and exchanged a look with Dean confused by the situation.

"I don't understand why that is funny." He said to Ellie.

She swallowed and tried to control herself. "I'm sorry, but you think I am part angel? White wings, halo, harp, the works? And that you're an angel. let me guess the leather jacket is an angel too."

Dean scowled and adjusted his jacket self-consciously.

Castiel's eyes narrowed on Ellie. "Angels are not like they are depicted in cartoons. We don't really look like that, I would show you our true form but it would be so over powering that it would melt your eyes directly from their sockets."

Ellie looked to Dean. "He's serious isn't he?"

"All the time." Dean muttered. "Look, we don't have a whole lot of time to waste so why don't we get right to it. Some bad mumbo jumbo is going down, and I am talking about end of the world bad and we need you."

Ellie scoffed and tried to form words but the situation was so ridiculous that she felt she must have been dreaming.

"Alright you caught me. I have this weird unexplainable ability to heal people. It was freaky at first but I've learned to accept and I don't know why I have it but I'm certainly not part angel."

"But you are. You are what they call a Nephlilim. You are very powerful Ellie."

"No!" Ellie said definitively. "I am not a Nephilim. Angels don't really exist." she was nearly on the brink of tears now.

Dean stepped in this time. He walked over to her and reached out a friend hand placing it on her shoulder. Ellie didn't flinch, frankly she was too tired to care anymore about these men in her apartment.

"Listen," Dean said in the nicest tone he could manage, "like it or not that is what you are. If it makes you feel better I only found out about this Nephilim crap a few hours ago. But it's the truth. This guy, he's a full fledged angel. Me, I'm just a guy who hunts and kills the paranormal. Yeah, monsters are very much real."

"You're the one who is paranormal." Ellie brushed his hand off her shouder.

Dean smacked his lips at the very weak attempt to insult him. "Cute. But I'm telling you the truth. You may be the only person who can stop the apocalypse. No pressure, but we're kind of counting on your help."

Ellie stood there for a moment. Dean could see the gears winding and turning in girl's head. She was thinking things over, always a good sign. "Why should I believe or trust you?"

Castiel opened his mouth to say something but Dean held his hand up to silence him.

"You like helping people right? You do the whole hospital heal, touch by an angel thing. And that's all hunky-dory. Think of all the people you could help, the entire world for example. And you should trust us because we're gonna be the only ones on your side once word of your existence gets out."

"My existence?" Ellie repeated.

"Other angels may not be so friendly to you as Cas here is."

Castiel took that as a cue to speak up again. "We can explain everything to you but you have to come with us now." He tone sounded dire.

Her eyes watched him cautiously for a few seconds. She drew in a deep breath and glanced at the two men in turn. She stepped forward but around Castiel staying close to Dean. Dean she trusted. Castiel didn't sit right with her.

"Fine, but only because I am curious. I'm not agreeing to help, but I'm not disagreeing either." She said jabbing a finger into Dean's chest.

"Whatever floats your boat." He grumbled. "Let's go Cas."

They left the apartment. Dean was the last out and shut the door behind him. As they walked down the hall Dean couldn't take his eyes off of Ellie. Yeah she was cute but that wasn't the reason his eyes were glued to her. He watched her more in disbelief. This tiny five foot five girl was going to be the weapon against Sammael and Lucifer? Dean wasn't so sure if Castiel had read his angelic tarot cards right. Dean felt angry with himself as they climbed into the Impala. He couldn't stand the idea that Sam's fate rested in the hands of the twenty something year old doe eyed cutie in the back seat.

Sam couldn't see anything but darkness. He tried to keep his mind focused so that it stayed that way. Whenever Sam closed his eyes he always saw Hell. Over the last few months he had worked on trying to push those images from his mind. It was nearly impossible to do. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Opening his eyes, Sam took to staring up at the ceiling of the abandoned house. The ceiling fan above him circled slowly providing a slight breeze but not enough to cool his face after training with Sammael.

His thoughts strayed to Dean and he wondered how he was doing with Lisa. Four months ago, just after his break out from the cage, he had gotten away and came so close to see Dean. And by close he meant standing on the street staring in at happy family scene between Dean, Lisa and Ben.

Sam pushed up off from the couch slowly. His head spun slightly as he reached for a bottle of water on the table beside the couch. He learned to ignore the bloodstains on the carpet and on the walls.

Sam took a swig and wondered where his angel "pal" had gone off to. He used the term pal in a sarcastic ironic manner. He couldn't deny being grateful to Sammael for raising him from Lucifer's Cage but he hated the guy for not allowing him to go see Dean or Bobby.

Sam swallowed and listened carefully. There was no sound in the house, perhaps Sammael had stepped out for a bit. If that was the case then Sam could make a break for it. With his rib cage still branded by Castiel, it would make him impossible to find. Sam wouldn't be able to go to Dean's right away though. Sammael would figure it out and appear there first.

With this quick plot in his head Sam stood from the couch and moved toward the door. He gently turned the doorknob and closed it softly behind him. Sam broke into a run once he was outside. It was late afternoon and the sun was shining. No way he could hide in the shadows. He would have to get away from the house and someplace Sammael wouldn't think to look for him, he only wished he still had his cell phone on him. There was a gas station on the corner; he could call Dean's number.

Sam's brow wrinkled as he made his way down the street. How the hell was he going to break it to Dean? What was he supposed to say to his brother? "Hey Dean, I just got out of Hell and I'm wondering if we could meet somewhere cause I have an angel following me" Not exactly the ideal greeting. Sam couldn't think of anything except what Dean's reaction might be when they saw each other next. Last time they had met Sam wasn't exactly himself. Lucifer was wearing him like a cheap suit. He stopped running seeing that now he was two blocks away from the house.

There was a pay phone around the side of the gas station. Sam was fresh out of quarters. He chewed on his lower lip about to call collect but he stopped a man heading back to his car.

"Hey, do you have some change? I need to make a call." He asked.

The man gave him a weird look but complied and gave Sam a handful of coins. Sam smiled grateful and thanked the man and quickly moved over to the payphone.

He hesitated sliding the last coin into the phone; he still wasn't sure what to say to Dean. Sam didn't have a lot of time to think on it. He would have to wing it and hope everything went smoothly. His fingers pressed the numbers and soon the other line was ringing. He took several deep, calming breaths. Calling your brother should never be this stressful or hard.

Sam's heart caught in his throat as Dean picked up on the other end. For a second he said nothing. Exhaling Sam couldn't help but smile. "Dean. It's good to hear your voice." He said. "It's Sam."

He held the phone away from his ear for a few seconds as Dean exploded on the other end. Sam raised his voice trying to talk over his older brother. "No! No, Dean it's me. Lucifer is gone. Look, I can't talk long but can we meet someplace?" He paused waiting for Dean's response. "It's a long story, can we just meet so we can talk about it? It's really me. I promise you Dean, Lucifer isn't wearing me to the prom anymore. I really need to talk to you, its important. I swear, I'm me and I need your help."

Sam knew this would happen. How could Dean believe that he was truly himself after what had happened up in Detroit? Sam glanced over his shoulder looking to see if anybody was watching or listening. His attention came back fully when Dean agreed to meet him.

"City limits in Waverly Iowa? Yeah I could be there by morning. Dean, thanks."

Sam blinked as Dean hung up the phone on the other end. He put the phone back on the hook and leaned back against the building. Sam buried his face in his hands for a moment. He was in Kansas and he had to get to Iowa by morning. Sam sighed and went off looking for nearest car to hotwire. He prayed that Sammael would stay away and would not find him.