I've heard there was a sacred chord that David played and it pleased the Lord

But you don't really care for music, do you?

/

"I'm sorry, did you say Lilith? Lilith, like the bitch that started the apocalypse?" Dean snapped, his forehead creasing.

Kerrie rubbed her temples, suddenly exhausted. "Yes," she said.

"Wait a minute, the apocalypse never happened," Sam stated matter-of-factly, then turned to Kerrie. "So how could you know about it?"

"Remember the psychic or something thing?" Kerrie snapped, glaring at him. "Plus, Daddy dearest wouldn't let me go a month without updating me on the horrendous news of heaven and hell." She scoffed, not looking at Raziel.

"I came as a courtesy," Raziel said through gritted teeth. "You are being hunted."

"Woah," Sam said, taking a step back. "We do the hunting, we are not the hunt ed."

"Not you, fools," Raziel snapped, huffing. "Kristen."

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration and then raised his eyebrows at the angel. "Alright, I'll bite. Who is hunting a hunter?"

"She is not being hunted for her 'profession'," Raziel made quotation marks with his fingers, and Dean couldn't help but think of Cas, "but rather for her, erm, ethnicity."

"Kinda racist, don't ya think?" Kerrie muttered sarcastically, and Sam snorted, surprised.

"No one's huntin' anybody around here, okay?" Dean said with finality.

Kerrie looked up, surprised at his support. When he glanced at her, she looked down and found herself blushing.

"Kerrie was a potential seal," Raziel added.

Sam knew instantly what he was talking about. "Excuse me?"

"Lilith had to create her because she was a seal, but she monitored her to suppress her abilities because she was the only one able to kill Lucifer."

"Did you say kill Lucifer?" Sam said, shock wiping his features.

"Not a problem any longer, clearly," Raziel dismissed the name with a wave of his hand. "Now that I've delivered the news, I'll take my leave. Take care of my Kristen."

He turned to go, but Kerrie lurched to her feet and touched his arm. He yanked it back with a hiss.

"See?" she whispered, her voice dull and calm. "After all this time, you still can't bear to be touched by me. I killed her, didn't I?"

"Kerrie," Dean said quietly. "It wasn't your fault. It was Lilith."

"It was me," Kerrie replied hastily. "I was the reason Lilith was there anyway. Mom was barren, wasn't she?" she turned to Raziel.

"When did you find out?" he asked without turning around, his tone quiet and thoughtful.

"Two years ago," Kerrie said with a defeated grimace.

"You were a miracle," Raziel sneered, whirling to face her, "that's what your mother called you, that's what sustained her. But even your existence couldn't fix what was done to her. And Lilith continued to fester inside her until her final moments – a parasite looking after its young," he finished with an edge in his voice, piercing her with a haunted, hateful look.

Kerrie grinned then, a sad, triumphant look. "Thank you, Daddy," she said quietly, and at the third word, his eyes filled with tears and he strode out of the motel room without so much as a goodbye.

Kerrie released a breath with a whoosh and collapsed on the floor.

"Kerrie, you okay?" Sam exclaimed, dropping to his knees beside her.

"Sam," she whispered, looking up at him with bloodshot eyes. "I'll be fine, don't worry," she added, struggling to smile.

"So," Dean finally weighed in, sitting down on the bed beside them. "Those demons you're hunting?"

"They are actually demons," Kerrie replied, letting Sam help her up. "But they aren't under Crowley. At least not that I'm aware of. There are others following me, they've been on my trail for a few weeks, but I lost them two days ago."

Sam's forehead creased with worry lines. "How many are following you?"

"From what I know," she began, and glared at Dean once he gave her the dubious look again, "there are four. Demons."

Sam leaned over a little so their shoulders were touching. "You sound hesitant about that."

"I only say that because I don't think they're all demons," she said quietly.

"Sorry?" Dean said, smiling sarcastically and then quickly donning an angry face.

"Not all demons? What does that mean?"

Kerrie sighed. "One of them might be an angel."

"Might be?" Dean growled. "Damnit," he snapped, lurching up and kicking the side of the bed. Kerrie winced.

Sam put his arm around her and squeezed her shoulder comfortingly. Kerrie sighed. This was getting too close.

"I'm sorry, I never meant to have to expose you guys to this," she murmured.

"Well, you did," Dean frowned. "You didn't think you should tell us about demons hunting you before getting us involved in your hunt, though?"

"I didn't think it was necessary," Kerrie snapped, pushing Sam away gently and walking over to the door and donning her jacket. "I figured we would take out the demon coup and then I'd be on my merry way."

"Right into the heart of Mount Doom," Dean muttered, grinning.

"We could help you," Sam said, ignoring the LOTR reference. "If you're as powerful as Raziel says, shouldn't we keep you away from Crowley?"

"How appropriate, Samwise the Brave," Kerrie said cheerily.

Dean actually laughed.