Sorry for the long wait between updates, it will get better I promise :)

Hope you enjoy this chapter, a lot happens in it so have fun.

The silence in the van was stifling but John couldn't stop his mind from analysing everything that had happened in the last hour. As they left Lawrence, Bobby had demanded an explanation and he had filled in every detail he could. Bobby was obviously sceptical but he seemed to accept John's explanation for now as his hand was no longer white-knuckled on the steering wheel.

The power that had poured out of him and into Missouri hadn't felt dangerous, if anything, it had felt comforting, warm, as if it was a part of him that had been missing all his life and even with everything that had happened lately, he felt better in himself than he had for years. He tried to reassure Bobby of this but he had just put him even more on edge.

However, both the demon and Missouri had said that he was dangerous and it had him worried so John thought it would be a good idea to test it out. Closing his eyes, he focused on the new feeling and felt a warmth cover him, opening his eyes sharply, he looked down at himself and was relieved to see that he wasn't glowing. That would have been awkward.

While he had the 'power' at the forefront of his mind, he found that it was always changing, pulsing in time with his heartbeat and as he let his eyes unfocus, John started to see a soft white light coiling around his fingers and arms, stunned, he looked across at Bobby but it seemed only John could see it. It was incredible, he had always thought he was totally normal, as everyday as they came but it was clear to him now that he wasn't. He let the power dissipate as they got closer to Sioux Falls.

"Right so, at least now we have somewhere to start. White light. Ok"

Ever since they had reached the house, Bobby had been muttering to himself and the older hunter had shut himself in his 'library' after gathering a few books from various rooms about the house, apparently leaving John to entertain himself.

He wanted to help, it was John that may be the danger to Bobby's little mismatched family and he didn't want to risk hurting anyone, especially either of the two boys. He didn't know them well but he thinks they could be friends eventually, if Dean could ever get over beaten floored by John.

He went up the stairs and into one of the rooms he had seen Bobby coming out of, it was pretty much filled floor to ceiling with books and had an old cow skull on the desk, there was even what looked like chemistry equipment piled up on a bedside table. Dismissing this, John made his way over to some of the older looking books and looked over the spines despairingly, he didn't know anything about any of this stuff, he wasn't like Bobby, he didn't know where to start or what to look for.

John looked at the books again and, taking a punt, he let his eyes unfocus and reached out a hand towards them. He saw the light start to curl around his fingers and extend to his forearm, well he had managed to summon it, now what does he do with it?

As if sensing his thoughts, the light started to extend from his fingers to envelope some of the books, then moving on as if unsatisfied. John didn't really understand what was happening and was holding his breath, not wanting to break the spell as the light kept examining books. After a few minutes, the light enveloped one book inparticular and it started to friggin' move. John watched stunned as the book was pulled away from the shelf, apparently he was concentrating too much on the movement of the book so when the light decided to dissipate, he almost wasn't fast enough to catch the book as it fell from the shelf with nothing there to support it.

If there had been anyone else in the room with him, they would have told him that there was never a danger of it hitting the floor as John had moved so fast that his arm was a blur. But there was no one there, so he didn't know.

Bringing the book to eye level, John looked at the spine and read the title,

'Celestial Beings and their Offspring'

The words looked a bit strange but John could still make out the title clearly and he again didn't know what to think, as far as he knew, celestial was usually related to something not of the Earth. He wasn't sure but he didn't think he was an alien.

Walking over to the armchair in the corner of the room, he opened the book and started to read, hoping there was something useful in it and he wasn't just going crazy.

John read well into the night and he was fascinated, the book turned out to be all about the beings of heaven and he found out all about the hierarchy of angels and the story of how Lucifer fell from grace. When he was younger, his mum had made him go to Sunday school and he vaguely recognised some of the names from then but this was much more in depth than those lessons all those years ago.

However, the most interesting part by far was the war. The war between the angels and the 'children of the angels', the Nephilim. It had happened after Lucifer had fell, angels had started to fall in love with humans and the nephilim were the result and things were fine for a while but as they grew, they started to become more and more out of control. The sheer power from the mix of a human soul and angel grace was ridiculously powerful and it made the children go mad. Archangels, the only angels powerful enough to take them on, were dispatched to eliminate them all.

The whole recount of the war resonated something within John and he knew that there was a good chance that this had something to do with him. Reading a bit further on, he found that halfway through the war, the nephilim discovered a way to hide themselves from the angels so, in turn, the angels created a way to suss them out. Apparently, a ring of holy oil set on fire was one of the only ways to trap an angel, it also happened to be the only way to find a nephilim as every single one would be allergic to the stuff. It wouldn't burn like holy water would a demon but if it touched the half-angel, they would be permanently marked so they would never be able to hide again.

John could feel the tiredness in his eyes and he closed the book wearily, the holy oil was hard to come by and he couldn't say that he actually believed any of what he had read. It was a good story but if it proved to be true then his outlook on life would be altered, God would be real, angels would be real and if he truly was what he suspected, then there was a chance he would be hunted like a monster. There was another thing that was troubling him as well, a nephilim had to have an angel parent and a human one, that meant that either his mum or dad was an angel, or worse, neither were actually his biological parents. It didn't even bear thinking about. It would mean Harry wasn't his sister and even if they fought, it didn't mean he cared any less.

Deciding to sleep on his newfound knowledge, he put the book on the floor and curled up in the armchair, falling asleep quickly and easily.

The morning after, John was still unsure but he knew he had to tell Bobby so he went downstairs with the angel book under his arm. Bobby was in the kitchen looking a bit worse for wear drinking what looked like tar but John was tired enough to not care so he poured some for himself, ignoring the hunter's enquiring look as he plonked the big book down on the table. Ever the gentlemen, Bobby waited until he was clearly more awake and then figured he couldn't wait anymore and asked,

"So you planning on explainin' or do I have to read your mind?" John knew Bobby wouldn't want to spend time reading the whole book when John could just give him the cliff notes and be done with it.

"I found that book last night on one of your shelves and to cut a long story short, it's all about angels and it says that thousands of years ago, there used to be things called nephilim, half angel-half human. They were really powerful and used to go crazy with it but their signature thing was white light. There's a test to expose one in there and there's a list of some of the things they can do, powers and stuff. I fell asleep before I read all of it but I found that test and it's the best bet I can find." John just sat there as he spoke and sipped at his coffee quietly, not even wincing at the taste.

Bobby on the other hand was staring at him and John had an overwhelming urge to wave a hand in front of his face. He resisted and waited patiently until Bobby gathered his thoughts enough to speak.

"So you just happened to find this book and it had all the answers we need?"

A nod.

"And you just happen to be able read Enochian?"

At this John just shrugged and replied, "To be perfectly honest, I thought it was English but I see now it's not and it does say in that book that nephilim are good with languages. Not that I particularly want to prove myself right but this seems better than being a demon or some other thing."

Again, Bobby just stared at him and, after some deliberation that showed clearly on his face, he just nodded and asked, "What do you need?"

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