"We are one in the same, you and I. The last remnants of an ancient race."

- Lord Geremy, (Nephilim the Remnants)

Beth wasn't entirely sure how it happened, to be completely honest. One minute she was with Castiel, trying to help him track down God whilst Sam and Dean worked on a hunt and the next, she was waking up in a dark room, her arms tied above her head with a gag in her mouth.

A pained groan was muffled by the cloth in her mouth as she moved slightly, her feet dragging across the ground and a throbbing sensation radiated across the back of her head. A loud screech had her flinching violently, the sound making her head ache even more.

A familiar demon woman with brown hair and eyes entered the room, a cruel grin playing at her lips as she eyed Beth up and down eagerly. "You're awake, good. I was starting to think I'd hit you too hard."

Beth glared at her angrily and a few curses were smothered by her gag. The other woman tutted quietly, approaching Beth with slow, steady footsteps. When she was close enough, she reached out and eased the gag from Beth's mouth, tugging it roughly down until it hung around her neck.

"What the hell is this?" Beth demanded immediately, voice hoarse. "Where am I?"

"Well, I can't tell you that, now can I?" the demon asked coyly as she winked teasingly at Beth. "It's a secret."

"I don't care. Why am I here?"

"Because it was meant to be, you half angel spawn you," the demon taunted. Beth's eyes widened in shock, no one else knew that except for her and Dean—though he didn't know the whole story, he only knew what Lucifer had told them in the future.

"How do you know that?" she asked defensively.

"I could smell it on you the moment our paths crossed in that old gas station," the brown haired female replied, leaning back against the wall. "It's an overpowering stench that nearly knocked me on my ass. Same with the other demons, damn nearly took them down too. Though, I have to admit, you're nothin' like the ones I've met in the past. They were in full control of the juice they had brewing inside of them, but you don't… which is weird. Why is that?"

Beth was silent for a moment until a knife suddenly appeared in the demon's hand and she sliced the blade across Beth's stomach. A cry of pain escaped and Beth jerked against her restraints, trying to curl inwards to protect herself.

"I-I don't know," she gasped, moving up onto her tip toes to get away from the sharp point of the knife. "I never knew what I was before, I only found out recently. I don't know what 'juice' you're talking about. I know nothing about Nephilim, I swear."

Another cut—smaller this time—was left across her face, from the corner of her eye to the edge of her mouth. "I don't believe you."

"It's the truth," Beth whispered desperately, "up until recently, I thought I was just a regular human. I didn't know."

The demon went to stab Beth this time—and the nephil was quick to close her eyes tightly—when the sound of a bored voice filled the air.

"Enough Meg."

"Yes Father," Meg backed down immediately, though the look she sent Beth suggested she would like nothing more than to stick her knife in Beth and twist it until the other woman was begging for mercy.

Meg turned on her heel, handing the knife to her 'Father' when he held a hand out to her before she left the room and closed the door behind her. Beth was glad to see her go, though she wasn't too excited to now be locked in the room with the being capable of creating something as evil as Meg.

"So what, you're gonna take a turn stabbing the poor, defenceless girl?" Beth taunted bitterly, glaring at the man. She couldn't see his face as he stood by the door, hidden by the shadows. "Y'know, I'd like to see the face of my soon-to-be-torturer."

"Now, what makes you think I am going to torture you?" he asked smoothly, finally stepping into the light.

"Just call it an educated guess," she replied snarkily. The blonde man shook his head, a look of amusement flashing across his face as he folded his arms over his chest.

"You certainly get your attitude from your father and brothers," he mused softly. Beth glared back at him in response. "I was under the impression there were two Milligan-Winchester twins, tell me, where is your twin brother?"

Beth swallowed deeply, her heart skipped a beat. "That's none of your damn business."

"I think you'll find it is."

"And why is that?"

"All the Nephilim children are my business," he explained carefully. "I was the one who created your race after all."

Beth shook her head, pressing her lips together firmly as she turned her head away from him. A hand suddenly shot out and grabbed her chin tightly, forcing her head back around so he could look her in the eyes.

"Where is Adam Milligan?"

"He died," she whispered brokenly. Her body sagged against his, her chin sinking deeper into his grip.

"…How?"

"T-There were Ghouls," Beth's voice shook as she spoke. "They tore him apart."

"What the hell do you mean, 'Beth's gone?'" Dean demanded furiously, glaring at Castiel. The angel looked back at him, regret shining in his blue eyes. His arms hung limply by his sides.

"We were searching for my Father," Castiel started, his eyes flickering between the Winchester brothers. "They came out of nowhere and I couldn't fight them all off at once—there were too many and by the time I managed to free myself, she was gone."

"Who took her?"

"I'm not sure," Cas explained reluctantly. "It wasn't just demons that attacked us, there were others too."

"What others?" Sam asked.

"Fallen Angels and…"

"And what?" Dean growled.

"They had Nephilim working with them."

"What do you want from me?" Beth asked, head leaning heavily against her restrained right arm.

"I'm curious about you," he replied. The blonde man was sitting on a chair in front of her. "My brother's seem unusually attached to you… at first I didn't know why, but now I do—Meg confirmed it for me. You're a Nephilim that had no knowledge of what you are or the powers you possess."

"I don't have any powers," Beth denied. "And I don't see why I should talk to you at all when I don't even know your name."

"My name is Lucifer."

Beth started at his name, her eyes widening in fear. Lucifer seemed to have been expecting her reaction as he smiled a small, bitter smile.

"I guess you've heard all the stories about me then," Lucifer stated. Beth nodded hesitantly. "I'm not going to hurt you, Beth. I've never hurt your kind before and I don't plan on starting now."

"What kind is that? Humans or angels?"

"Nephilims," he corrected.

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because I can help you figure out why you still don't have your powers when you should've gotten them when you were a young child."

"…How?" Beth asked, trying to hide the eager tone in her voice.

Lucifer snapped his fingers and the handcuffs sprung free. Beth let out a huff as she was abruptly dumped on the floor as a result. She rubbed her aching wrists, climbing to her feet and facing him.

"I can shift through your memories," he explained softly. "See if I can find out what's causing this… this mental block on your gifts."

"Will it hurt?" she said in return. Her head was screaming at her, telling her not to trust him, to get as far away from him as possible but her heart was completely calm, as if telling her that everything would be okay and he wouldn't intentionally hurt her.

"Possibly. Who knows?" He shrugged casually in response.

"O-okay," Beth nodded, preparing herself for any sort of pain that was to come. "Go for it."

Lucifer raised his hands, cupping her face between two icy palms. Beth's breath hitched at the temperature of his skin and her eyes fell shut as he stepped closer and their chests pressed together—she tensed immediately.

"Relax," he whispered, his breath washing over her face. Beth forced the tension from her body with a small amount of struggle.

And then he was in her head, shifting his way through every memory she'd ever had. "Wait… I see something," he told her as he abruptly paused her memories and rewound them until he came back across one from when she was five years old that seemed to be pushed back away from all her other memories.

"What… what is it?" Beth asked breathlessly, the feeling of him in her head made her body ache and her knees weak.

"An angel," Lucifer replied in confusion. "Two angels. They're with you and your brother in your living room."

"What? I don't remember that," she said, panic filling her voice.

"They're using a spell on you and Adam, binding your powers," he explained, examining the memory from every angle. Seconds later, Lucifer pulled himself from her mind and released his grip on her face. "They locked your memories of what you are away."

"Why? Who are they?"

He didn't answer, he put his hands back on her face and whispered something under his breath. Beth let out a cry as white hot pain shot through her head and memories she didn't even know she had were spilling into her mind, mixing with her older ones.

"I… I haven't seen that face for the longest time," Lucifer said, voice tight with regret and sadness.

"Who's face?"

"My brother, Gabriel."

"How will we find her?" Sam asked, looking up at Castiel.

"I don't know," Castiel admitted reluctantly. He kept his eyes on Sam, trying not to take offense at the look of pure anger Dean was sending him.

"Could you sense her?"

"No, she has shielding sigils on her ribs. I cannot find her."

"What about Michael?" Dean asked suddenly. "Or the Teenage Mutant Ninja Angel? Could they find her?"

Cas paused, contemplating his human friend's words. "There's a possibility they could find their way around the sigils, but I don't think calling on them would be a good idea. I would not want them to get you and Beth in their grasp."

"Well, we have to find her somehow."

"There is someone else who could possibly help," Castiel explained slowly. "If we ask her politely and you show her some respect, she may be inclined to help."

"Who is this chick you're talking about?"

"Archangel Ariel," Castiel replied. "She is more lenient than her older brothers. Though, she can just be as violent when she wants to be."

"What are we waiting for? Call her down."

"Ariel, it's Castiel," the dark haired angel began, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling. "We need your help. Please."

A few seconds passed, Castiel and the Winchesters all looked between each other, waiting for a sign that Ariel had heard them. The flutter of wings filled the air and they all spun around to find a tall woman with black hair and brown eyes standing by the door, arms crossed over her chest.

"What do you want, Castiel?" Ariel demanded. Castiel rewarded her with a hesitant smile.

"We need your help."

"I'm not going to help any of you," Ariel hissed, glaring fiercely at Sam and Dean. The two brothers shared a confused look. "If Michael finds out I even answered your call he'll punish me."

"Beth's been taken," Castiel explained. "I thought you would be able to find her despite the shielding sigils."

"Why should I help you?"

"Because you always do."

Ariel clenched her jaw, eyes narrowing at her little brother. "Fine, I'll find the abomination for you but you will not call me again, do you understand?"

Castiel was taken aback at the venom in Ariel's voice, he had no idea what he had done to be on the receiving end of his sister's fury but he forced himself to nod in agreement.

"Thank you, Ariel," he whispered. Ariel nodded sharply.

After Lucifer had seen Gabriel in Beth's memory, he had decided it would be a good idea to heal her and take her to meet more of her kind so she could see what they were like.

"I don't think this is a good idea," Beth said, eyes flickering nervously between the people they passed on either side of the hallway. They were staring at Beth and most of their eyes turned pitch black or red when she met their gaze.

"They will not harm you, you are safe here," he assured her with a sly smirk.

"Somehow, I don't find that very reassuring," she retorted. He shrugged in response.

"Father, you're back!" a teenager with red hair smiled happily as they entered the room. She hurried over and wrapped her arms around Lucifer. Beth stared on in surprise.

"Beth, this is Sophie. She's a nephil too," Lucifer explained, introducing the two females.

"This is Bethany?" Sophie asked with a smile playing at her lips. She continued hugging her 'Father'.

"Do I know you?" Beth frowned, eyeing the younger girl suspiciously.

"Nephilim are all connected. She can sense you."

"Sense me?" Beth repeated, sounding slightly disturbed at the news.

"It's easy. I can show you, if you'd like?"

"O… Okay," Beth agreed, smiling hesitantly at Sophie.

Sophie grinned, pulling away from Lucifer so she could grab Beth's hand and pull her towards the door. Beth sent a panicked look back at Lucifer before she was dragged from the room. Lucifer simply smirked at her in reply.

"Now, you're gonna need to relax," Sophie started, sitting across from Beth and folding her legs underneath her. Beth followed the other girl's instruction, taking a deep breath and expelling it slowly.

"Okay, what now?"

"Take my hands." Beth nodded, taking Sophie's hands in hers. "Close your eyes and focus on the sound of my voice. Now, I'm going to show you how to sense another nephil."

Beth listened to everything Sophie said and did as she was told, trying to find the part of her that could sense another nephil's aura. She couldn't find it at first, and her frustration had just started to build when she felt it, a slight warmth that emitted from her chest, followed quickly by a glowing silver-grey light. Her eyes snapped open and she gasped, staring at Sophie in awe—the red haired girl was surrounded by the same light Beth had seen when her eyes had been closed.

"Do you see it?" Sophie asked. Beth nodded eagerly.

"You're glowing…" Beth trailed off in amazement. Sophie smiled, amused at her sort-of-cousin's reaction.

"So are you. Yours is more bluish-white than silver-grey."

"Is… is that a bad thing?" Beth asked hesitantly.

"No. It's not a bad thing," Sophie assured her quickly. "Y'know, I'm glad you're here."

"Why is that?" Beth questioned, though she was more interested in watching the aura around Sophie as it moved in time with her.

"You're where you belong—with your own kind," Sophie explained airily. "I think you're gonna fit in well around here, Bethany Milligan."