Jody dipped a fry into her ketchup and popped it into her mouth, and took a drink of her tea. "We haven't seen them around town, but I get the feeling they're here," she was saying. "People around here just don't notice. They're used to crazy."

She sat across from Sam and Dean in the town diner while breaking for lunch that day. Dean was wolfing down a cheeseburger, and Sam was picking at his uneaten salad.

"That fact that she can move things with her mind, though," Jody continued. "Well, that explains a lot. Obviously she's different, and important to the angels."

"We didn't mention this to her, because we didn't want to scare her," Sam began. "But Cas is pretty sure they only meant to hurt her. They wanted her alive."

"Alive?" Jody frowned, a worried expression clouding her face. "What for?"

"We don't know," Sam admitted. "We need to draw the angels out and find out what they want with her."

"You're not using her as bait," Jody warned, eyes narrowed. "That poor girl has gone through enough this past week."

"I know, and that's why we're trying something different," Sam told her.

"The angels want Cas dead," Dean said as he finished his food. "So we're going to make sure he's seen around town enough to draw the angels out. We'll get him away from the public place, and when the angels try and make their move, we'll jump 'em."

"Will that work?" Jody frowned.

"Dunno," Sam admitted. "I guess we'll find out."

Dean's cell phone rang, and he looked at the number – Crowley was calling him back. He excused himself, heading outside.

"Your prophet is dead," he said into the phone.

"Yes, I've heard," Crowley said in annoyance. "My dear mother, as it seems."

"What would Rowena want with a prophet?" Dean frowned.

"Nothing, apparently, or he'd still be alive. He must have known something, though." Crowley paused. "You did check and make sure you're not tagged with one of her little presents?"

"Yeah, we did a whole sweep of everything," Dean said, leaning against the building. "You?"

"My minions are currently searching the entire place for them. If you find one, don't destroy it. I may be able to track her with it."

"Fine," Dean said.

"Castiel mentioned something interesting," Crowley said nonchalantly. "That daughter of his is a spitfire. She's like a mini Dean Winchester."

"Spit it out, Crowley," Dean sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"That girl, Sara. The one being tracked by angels. Is there anything strange about her?"

"What're you getting at?"

"She must be either very powerful or very important to someone if the angels are taking a break from trying to nuke the Darkness," the demon continued. "I'd simply like to know if there's anything I should be worried about."

"Yeah, there is. You should be worried about yourself. You keep to hell, and we'll handle the angels. Got that?" Dean snapped.

"Of course," Crowley said after a moment. "Contact me if you find a hex bag." He hung up, and Dean took a deep breath, wondering if maybe he should see a doctor about his blood pressure.

He went back inside, and Sam raised his eyebrows. Dean shook his head.

"Let's catch us some angels," he said.

Castiel knew he was being followed.

That was the point, after all, he reminded himself as he parked his car and headed for the abandoned barn on the outskirts of town. He entered the barn, walking in slowly and turned when he heard the sound of wings.

"Castiel."

Cas took a deep breath, looking at the two men standing in front of him – of course, they weren't men.

"Netzach," he acknowledged the one on the left. "Puriel. It's good to see you, brothers."

"We're not your brothers," Puriel spat.

"Castiel," Netzach said, looking sad. Cas had always liked him; at one time they had served in the garrison together. While not close, they were family. "You know what we have to do here."

"Yes," Castiel said.

"I'm sorry," Netzach said, sliding an angel blade from his shirt sleeve.

Cas sighed. "So am I."

"What?" Puriel demanded.

There was the sound of a lighter flicking open, and then Puriel and Netzach were suddenly in a flaming ring of Holy Fire.

"Winchesters!" Puriel spat on the ground.

"Honestly, it's like they don't even know us," Dean remarked as he and Sam emerged from their hiding places.

"Shouldn't you be out with your friend Amara?" Netzach asked coolly.

"Shouldn't you be trying to stop her?" Dean retorted.

"What do you two diseases want?" Puriel demanded angrily.

"Right to the point, then," Sam said, crossing his arms. "What do you want with Sara?"

"It's none of your concern," Netzach said.

"Really?" Dean raised his eyebrows. "Because the fact that one of you put a blade through her makes it my business. Do angels really have nothing better to do than chase around teenage girls?"

"She is not just a teenage girl," Netzach told him impatiently. "Castiel, you know the rules. We're not allowed to let any Cambion roam the Earth while Lucifer still lives."

"Cambion?" Castiel looked shocked, and frowned.

Netzach looked confused. "You didn't sense it? What's happened to you, Castiel?"

"Wait, what's a Cambion?" Dean frowned.

"Typical uneducated Winchesters," Puriel snorted. "A Cambion is only the most abdominal thing to walk the earth."

"That's funny, I thought Sam and I were the most abdominal things to walk the earth," Dean retorted.

"Close second," Puriel sneered.

"A Cambion is half demon, half human," Sam said, frowning. "Sara is half demon."

"What, like that kid from a few years ago?" Dean asked.

"Jesse Turner," Netzach agreed. "Castiel allowed him to get away. We eventually tracked him down, and put him down."

"You killed an innocent kid because of who his parents were?" Dean demanded.

"Lucifer has the ability to manipulate and twist any Cambion from anywhere," Netzach reasoned. "Including the Cage. With that sort of power, he'd be able to break free, or worse. Any Cambion has been sentenced to death. With the exception of this one."

"Why?" Castiel demanded. "What's different about Sara?"

"You seriously don't know?" Puriel demanded. "Who her father is? How much power she has pulsing through her filthy body?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean demanded.

Just as Puriel began to elaborate, there was a whooshing noise. Puriel stumbled forward, light pouring from his body as an angel blade protruded from his chest.

Dean and Sam turned, ready to fight, only to find themselves being thrown backwards as three demons entered the barn. Netzach screamed as a blade was shoved through his throat at the hands of a demon.

Castiel stood to fight, but instead of killing him, they only threw a punch. Cas scrambled to fight back, and Dean and Sam tried to scramble up.

"Why'd you kill the wings?" Dean demanded, elbowing one in the face and holding the demon killing knife against his chest as Castiel slayed the other two. Sam trained his gun on the remaining demon.

"Those were our orders," the demon hissed.

"Yeah? Why not kill us, too?" Sam demanded.

Instead of answering, the demon tipped his head back, escaping in a cloud of smoke.

"Son of a bitch," Dean sighed, looking around at the massacre in the barn.

"We need to get him to a hospital," Sam said, lifting the half-conscious man the demon had emerged from.

"Yeah, then back to Jody's. Fast," Dean said.

"Why?" Cas asked.

"They said Sara's powerful," Dean said. "Like, superpowers powerful. Who do we know that likes to collect people like that?"

Sam's eyes widened. "Dammit. Crowley."

"You okay?"

Sara jumped, startled at Claire's voice. She had been sitting on the couch, lost in thought, and hadn't even heard her foster sister enter the room. She sat up straight, clearing her throat.

"Um, yeah. Fine," she lied. "I just don't feel so great."

"Still got a headache?" Claire asked, plopping down on the sofa next to her, munching on some popcorn.

"Yeah," Sara nodded, swallowing.

"Maybe you need something a little stronger than hot tea," Claire whispered, nodding at Sara's untouched cup, and she laughed.

"Girls, did one of you feed the animals today?" Jody called as she entered the living room.

"I did," Alex said as she came down the stairs.

"They're acting crazy," Jody said, shaking her head. "The dogs won't stop barking and the cat is hiding on top of the fridge. I can't get him down."

"I'll get him," Alex said. Before she could move, though, the front door slammed open, and Jody backed up, eyes wide.

"Get behind me," she commanded the girls. "Now, girls!"

"Jody." Crowley smirked. "Always a pleasure." He raised an eyebrow and leaned down, pulling up the rug in front of the door to reveal a devil's trap. "Well, that's just impolite."

"Stay away from us," Jody snapped, eyes widening as Crowley took a small blade from his pocket. Instead of attacking anyone, though, he only scraped a bit of the paint on the trap away.

"That's better," he said, stepping over the threshold into the house.

"What do you want?" Jody demanded. "Sam and Dean are going to be back any minute."

"Please. I'm not here to hurt anyone," he said reasonably. His eyes went to Sara and he smirked. "Well, well. Aren't you a pretty thing?"

"Crowley, what do you want?" Jody demanded again.

He raised his eyebrows. "Well," he said, looking back to Sara. "I figured it was about time I met my daughter."