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Samantha draped her arm over her eyes to block out the eye light of the bedside lamp. She had to find a way to help save her family. Maybe she could steal a car and follow her father? He would probably need help and Samantha would never forgive herself if he died because she was not there to watch his back.

Sure in her decision Samantha sat up in bed and sprang back in shock. For standing in the centre of the room was a solemn man, is suit and trench coat were rumpled from years of wear.

Samantha paused for a moment for her heart to find it's way out of her throat back into her chest before she smiled at the familiar figure.

"Hey Cas."

Now

Castiel dipped his head in return to Samantha's greeting though he made no other move. Samantha pushed herself off the bed and began to pack the couple of items that were left around the room.

"You have great timing Cas. I need a lift to Lawrence or at least the Impala." She instructed as she shut the laptop and gently placed it in her duffel bag.

When Cas remained stationary as a statue, Samantha paused and regarded him for a moment.

"Well" she said in a voice that clearly communicated what she thought of his intelligence at the moment.

Castiel did not seem to notice the amount of attitude that was being directed his way, his gaze remained the same. "I cannot take you there Samantha." His voice unusually soft for such a cold statement.

Narrowing her eyes in anger, Samantha crossed her arms before speaking. "What do you mean you're not going to help me?"

Anyone else would have taken a step back at the force of the Winchester glare that Samantha had directed at the heavenly being, but Cas did not seem to be affected. He must have endured his fair share of angry Winchesters over the years.

Seeing that her usual method was not working Samantha pressed on. "You don't know what's happened, Sam is alive and Dad is going to save him. They need my help!" The frantic energy in her voice would usually make Samantha cringe but this was no place for pride. "Please Castiel, you have to help me."

A softness crept into the angel's eyes, but he still made no move to send the young hunter on her way. Castiel sadly held the gaze of the desperate girl for a moment before he said in a quiet voice. "I cannot."

Images of her uncle Sam, desperately trying to warn his brother against coming to his rescue crashed into her. If Sam was so afraid what hope could Dean have alone? All hope of saving her family seemed to slide out of Samantha's grasp at those two simple words which were so softly spoken. How could she make it in time if angels were against her?

"Why are you even here if you won't help me?" She realized that she sounded like a stubborn child but at the moment it wasn't really important.

Castiel moved towards her then and attempted to place his hand on her shoulder but ended up awkwardly brushing it instead. Then with so much sincerity Cas simply said "I am here to protect you."

Samantha took a hesitant step away from the angel who had always been a distant member of her little odd family. It was as if she could feel the truth that she always lived with was about to be thrown over the edge and if she could only distance herself from this messenger then all would be well.

Despite this Samantha found herself asking, "Why?" One simple word that may change everything.

Castiel blue pools studied her. What he was expecting to find in her, she was not certain, yet she matched it and waited for the fall.

"Samantha, I must protect you because you are an angelic reliquary."

Neither moved for a moment, questions flying around in the deafening stillness, until Samantha couldn't take it anymore. "What the hell does that mean!"

"It has to do with your bloodline affecting your physical makeup..." Castiel paused as he took in Samantha's vacant expression. "This might be easier if I start at the beginning."

Sighing and allowing a small smile to break her glower at the angel's expense, Samantha spoke. "That would be nice man."

Castiel nodded his head quite seriously before steeling himself for what seemed to be a long narrative.

"Before you were born, I was in a civil war up in Heaven against Raphael. In one of the battles Raphael got his hands on one of the ancient weapons. This weapon could help him tip the sides in the war, but at the time he was more focused on keeping it out of my hands."

Sensing the impending length of the explanation, Samantha sat down on her bed and motioned Castiel to do the same. Once he was settled across from her, Cas continued. "There was no place on earth that he could have hidden the weapon where I would not eventually find it. So Raphael ordered a cupid to make your father and mother fall in love."

Those words hung in the air, as Samantha's eyes widened though she did not make a sound. She shook her head in a vain attempt to clear the thoughts that were pulling her world down. "I don't understand." she managed to say quite shakily.

"You know that your father comes from a long line of angelic vessels, correct?" The angel waited for Samantha to give him a sign of agreement before he added, "Your mother came from a long line of angelic protectors. Over the centuries angels have had to intrust sacred objects into the hands of humans, you are part of the oldest bloodline that had this honour."

Samantha took a deep breath allowing her usual smirk to slide into it's place, she had been sent enough earth shattering revelations today that she would force herself to take this one in stride. "Okay, so Raphael decided to play matchmaker with a couple of old bloodline. What exactly was the purpose of that?"

"To make sure that you were born."

What little patience Samantha had was beginning to run dry. Standing and closing the space between them, she ran a hand through her hair in annoyance. "Castiel you have to stop this ominous but vague statement thing you have going on. Just explain to me really simply what the hell your angel rumble had to do with me and my family. All I'm asking is for you to dumb it down a little, okay?"

"When the bloodline of the angelic weapons protectors was mixed with a vessel bloodline an angelic reliquary was born. It means that Raphael was able to hide and lock the angelic weapon inside of you."

"Inside me?" Samantha backed away until she came up short at the cool surface of the far wall. She had the crazy idea that she could run from this news, even though it was inside her very being a part of her. "I have an angelic weapon inside of me? Right now? How did it get inside me? How long...oh"

With that all her strength fled, Samantha slide down the wall into a heap on the floor. She brought her hands up to cover her face, fingers curling in her hair scratching against her scalp. Somehow she knew without any more explanation that much of her family's pain must have been created by this thing that she was. Was she even a human being or something that should be hunted?

She never heard him move but the next thing she knew Castiel was crunched down beside her. His hand had found it's way to her shoulder again, but this time it was strangely comforting. Samantha sneaked a glance through her fingers at him. He peered at her with steady blue eyes, clear of any judgement.

"Samantha," his voice holding a surprising warmth, "no one ever blamed you for what Raphael did."

Dropping her hands into her lap, Samantha leaned her head against the wall. "No one? Who knew about this?" she asked, slightly afraid of the answer.

"Bobby, Sam and I have been protecting you because of this for many years now." Castiel replied.

Samantha would have sworn that she could feel her heart fall apart. Grandpa Bobby and her Uncle Sam had always known about this angelic curse. Could they have even loved her or was it always an act? Was that why Sam stay away because he couldn't stand to be near her?

Castiel regarded her is confusion, the heartbreak that appeared on her face at the mention of those who protected her was troubling. He feared that she did not understand what had occurred or why those hardened hunters had cared about Raphael's treachery. She needed to understand the importance of her safety, and in order to do that she needed to see.

Castiel turned back to the crunched figure. "I want to show you something. Will you watch?"

The feeble nod was almost unnoticeable, but Cas reached out his hand and pressed his fingers to her forehead.

Faster then a blink, the pair disappeared from the crumbling hotel room falling back through time and space.