AN: Okay here is the next chapter, as I stated before I don't own SPN or anyone there in. All I own is the OC Ferelith. To see Ferelith in more action please read Anarchy! No Anarchy is not a tie in to this story, this story is completely separate! And please take the poll on my profile!

Chapter 1- Today is another day

Ferelith yawned as she woke up to the screeching sound of her phone. She groggily picked it up and turned on the lamp on the night stand and looked at the caller ID.

Castiel.

She hit the answer button and put the phone to her ear. "Cass?" She said surprised. "Ferelith, hi." Castiel said . "Cass, where are you?" Ferelith asked worriedly, after not hearing from him in weeks she was surprised to hear from him. "I'm not far, I was calling to see how you were doing." Ferelith felt her cheeks flush at the comment. Her and Castiel had been close for a long time, and for her the feelings she had for Castiel had developed into more deeper feelings, feelings that scared her. "I'm fine, I just wish you would come back." She said.

"With Metatron still out there looking for me I can't." Castiel said gruffly.

"What about your Grace?"

"I…I restored it."

"How? I mean thats great! But how?" Ferelith asked excited.

"It's not my Grace." Castiel said sadly. Ferelith was quiet for a moment. "I don't understand." She said, her free hand clenching and unclenching the sheet. "One of the Angels…Took me captive, and his underling was going to torture me, I killed him and took his Grace."

"Cass, I'm so sorry." Ferelith whispered.

"It's fine, I need to go."

"Cass, wait! Please?" Ferelith pleaded.

"yes?"

"Don't stay away to long."

There was a moment of silence as Ferelith waited for his reply. "I'll try." And he hung up. Ferelith hung up and sat the phone on the nightstand, tears stinging her eyes. Ever since the Fall Castiel has been on the run, and human. Now he got his Grace back…Sorta. But he still couldn't come back.

"Fer?" There was a knock on her hotel room door. Ferelith got up and walked over to it and opened the door. "Sammy?" Sam Winchester stood outside with a food bag. "Hey, brought you some dinner." He said entering the room. "What is it?" Sam turned and looked at her with a smile. "Onion ring burger, no cheese, extra mayo, ketchup, pickles, and tomatoes." He answered setting the bag down. "Mmm! My favorite!" Ferelith said opening the bag, the smell of the burger and fries made her mouth water. "Your defiantly a Winchester." Sam laughed as he watched his sister take a bite of the burger.

"What's Dean doing?" Ferelith asked between bites.

"He's trying to figure out a way to stop Abaddon."

"Any luck?"

"We may have one…" Sam said but his tone was one of agitation. "What?" Ferelith asked. "Finish eating, and we'll go see Dean. You need to eat first, you haven't been eating." Sam said giving her a look. Ferelith looked at her brother taking a nervous bite. She knew she hadn't been eating a whole lot, she'd been stressed out since Cass left. And with Abaddon…It was ten times worse.

After finishing her burger and fries the siblings headed to the other room. On entering Ferelith saw a figure she instantly wanted to draw her gun on. "Crowley? What's he doing here?" Dean stood up from the bed and held up a hand. "Easy, he's here to help."

Crowley looked at Ferelith a slight smirk on his lips. "Nice to see you too Sparrow."

"Don't call me that!" Ferelith snapped.

"Isn't that what your mother called you? Her little song bird?"

Ferelith rushed him and put the muzzle of her gun right between his eyes. "Don't you dare…Talk about my mother!" Sam and Dean quickly intervened grabbing Ferelith and her gun. "Fer!" Dean turned on Crowley anger flaring in his green gaze. "You shut your damn mouth! Your here to help! You piss her off again, and we won't stop her next time."

Crowley nodded. "Fine." Dean turned to his sister. "Fer, listen we need his help. Now after he helps us then you can kick his ass." Ferelith looked at the self proclaimed King and smirked. "Fair enough." Sam turned to Crowley, anger still in his voice. "Now how can you help us?'

"I'm glad you asked Moose, I found a very interesting tidbit in my memory." Crowley mused. "You forgot?" Dean asked floored. "You forgot you knew how to kill a Knight of Hell?"

"Forgot, didn't want to remember…You decide. But there is a way to do it. The First Blade….."

"The First what?" Ferelith asked confused.

"The First Blade was made by Cain to kill Abel. It was the first weapon ever made." Crowley explained. "It's the only thing that can kill a Knight of Hell." "Where do we find it?" Sam asked.

"Well first you have to look in your fathers Journal. He and his partner where the last ones to ever hear about it." Crowley chuckled. Dean walked over and pulled the journal out of his duffel bag and placed it on the table. Opening it was always a surreal moment for the siblings. This was their fathers history. Dean opened it and slowly leafed through the pages scanning them slowly. Half way through he stopped at a page and pointed. "Here the blade is mentioned…And there is a T and a combo lock number."

"What's it mean?" Crowley asked.

"It means we're making a trip." Dean said with a smile. Ferelith looked at her brother. "The storage locker?" Dean nodded. "Yup." Sam grabbed the bags and started packing. Crowley looked at the siblings with an amused look. "You'll need my help." Ferelith looked at him. "You want to come along?"

"How else will you find it?" Crowley shot back.

Sam looked at Dean. "He's right, we'll need him."

"You can't be serious!" Ferelith said in shock. Dean looked at her his gaze holding understanding. "We are, I agree it's risky but we do need him."

"Good, now that we got that settled lets get this show on the road." Crowley said clapping his hands together.

AN: I hope ya'll enjoyed this chapter, I'll post the next soon. Please read and review!

~TBC1622