Sam started the car as soon as he saw the familiar form of Hayley Graham walking toward him. He bit his cheek to keep from laughing when he realized that the short, fat, balding man beside her must be Dean. Sometimes he was reminded why he'd also fallen for Nadia; the girl didn't let anyone push her around.

Nadia changed as soon as she was tucked into the backseat and Dean, surprisingly, climbed back in beside her. Sam couldn't remember a time when Dean had voluntarily chosen the backseat over the driver's seat. He suddenly had a bad feeling. "So..?" He asked.

Nadia glanced up, "Mission accomplished." Dean kept his eyes on Nadia and she seemed annoyed by his attentiveness. "I'm fine!" She snapped at Dean when they were on the road. "God, would you back off? You're only making me feel worse."

Here we go again, Sam thought. You're hot then you're cold… Sam cringed as the pop lyrics popped into his head; how he even knew them, he had no idea. He kept his eyes forward and was again thankful that he'd decided to get a different room.

"You're not doing this again, Nadia. Stop picking a fight. We're going talk about this, all of it. And that also means what you're hiding from me about the thing that's after you," he said sternly.

Nadia sighed and dropped her head back against the seat. She looked over at him and her shoulders relax with surrender. She took his hands in her own and stared down at them for a long time, just memorizing the way they looked and felt against her skin. "I need to understand and figure a few things out first."

"Nadia, look at me," he said icily. She swallowed and met his eyes, knowing he didn't like what she'd said at all. "Sam and I have tried doing things on our own, keeping each other out of it, a lot and it never ends well. So please, don't try doing this on your own. Bad things happen when you go it alone."

Nadia looked back down at their hands, she knew he was right; look how things had turned out when she'd went off on her own. She had a bad feeling about the angels, not just for herself, but for Sam and Dean as well. There was too much she just didn't know, but she had to give him something. "Angels," she said just loud enough for him to hear.

His body seemed to freeze for half a breath. "What?"

"The guy in the trench coat? He's an angel."

Dean threw her hands away and she jerked back, startled. "Dammit, Nadia quit messing around."

"I'm not."

He rolled his eyes, "Right, I'm supposed to believe angels are trying to kill you? Even if I believed in angels, you expect me to believe that they're trying to kill you?"

"You wanted me to tell you, so I'm telling you!" She was peeved at his sudden attitude. "As stupid as it sounds; yes, angels are trying to kill me."

"And you think this because?"

"I don't think it. I know it," she said through her teeth.

"What because they told you?"

"No, they showed me."

He laughed bitterly, "Really? What, did they pull out their big fluffy wings?"

She swallowed. "They're not fluffy, or at least I don't think they are. They were sort of just shadows of wings; but they looked…scarier than what you'd expect." She was sort of talking more to herself than Dean at that point so she didn't see the, are you insane look Dean gave her. "But I did see them, in my dream," she said adamantly.

"Nadia, do you hear yourself right now?" Dean looked seriously worried for her sanity. "Your dream. I can fly and shoot fire out my ass in a dream! Anything can happen in a dream."

"I know that. But this was different… It was so real. I'm telling you, Dean," she looked him in the eyes, "they're angels."

Before Dean could respond, Sam broke in, "Dean. I've told you before; angels aren't all fluffy wings and cheery smiles. They're warriors and," he glanced into the rearview mirror to see Nadia, "as much as we forget, Nadia's half demon." He looked back at Dean's reflection, careful to keep an eye on the road, "I doubt they're real gung-ho about the idea of her in general."

"But angels, Sammy? It's a whole lot more likely that they're high level demons pretending to be angels to throw us all off."

Sam shrugged one shoulder, "Maybe, but we could be screwing up royally if we don't even take into consideration what Nadia's saying."

Dean sighed, shaking his head and looking up at the ceiling. Sam pulled the car into the hotel parking lot and turned off the ignition. "Okay, so say these are…angels."

"Which they are," Nadia interjected testily.

Dean barely suppressed an eye roll, "Say they are angels. What do they want?"

This was the part Nadia didn't want to get into, "I don't know." She was telling the truth, she didn't know exactly what they wanted other than to kill her and set into motion something having to do with Dean and Sam. But before she was going to share that little tidbit, she was determined to find out more before worrying the two of them too soon. Dean narrowed his eyes at her and she repeated, "I really don't."

Dean must have believed her because after staring at her for a while, he climbed out of the car. Nadia followed him and he turned at Sam, "We'll get packed up and see you in an hour or so?" Sam nodded and hurried away to his hotel room. Dean turned on Nadia before she could slip away, "And we're not finished." He shut the car door and swept his arm out mockingly, "After you."

Nadia rolled her eyes and brushed past him and into their room. She spun around before he could start, "I already told you everything."

Dean sat heavily down in one of the chairs by the table. "I highly doubt that. Now sit," he gestured to the chair across from him, "and spill it."

Nadia grit her teeth and sat down. "You're not my dad, you know."

Dean's eyes slid downward and stared at her chest, "I'm thankful for that." He continued to stare unabashedly, "Or this would be just plain creepy."

Nadia rolled her eyes and fidgeted with her hands. Neither of them said anything, Nadia fidgeting and Dean leaning back watching her like he didn't have a care in the world. Finally Nadia sighed and laid her hands flat on the table, palms down. "I woke up in my room at home and I thought I had accidentally teleported or something. When I looked around I saw the light on and the door open of the big red barn and the Impala parked out front. I ran out there thinking that maybe you were there but you weren't.

"This big black guy was sitting on the weight bench—at total ass, by the way—and he knew things. Things about my mom and dad. He knew what I was and he baited me until another man stepped into the room. He was the one we saw in Florida, he said his name was Castiel and the other guy was Uriel."

Dean interrupted her with a snort, "Like The Little Mermaid?"

Nadia looked at him like he was an idiot, "That was Ariel not Uriel."

Dean blinked and looked away slightly embarrassed but he knew he shouldn't be embarrassed about getting something like that wrong. "Whatever," he mumbled.

"Anyway," Nadia shot him a glare and continued, "Castiel must have been Uriel's boss because he listened to him. Uriel wanted to kill me right then and there—which I don't know how he could have done since it was a dream, but then again, they're angels so who knows—but Castiel seemed curious about what I had to say."

Dean tried to get to the point, "Why do they want to kill you?"

She blinked and looked down at her hands which were fidgety again. "They say I'm an unfair advantage to the wrong side in their prize fight."

Dean's eyes narrowed in confusion, "What prize fight?"

Nadia hesitated, "The apocalypse."

"The apocalypse?" Dean asked flatly.

She met his gaze again, "Yeah. Like the apocalypse. End of the world. Good versus bad and all that," she shrugged.

"Oh, that little thing," Dean said.

"Anyway, they think I'll fight on the side of bad because of Aidan and so, if they kill me, then that helps them out. I tried to tell Castiel that Aidan wasn't like other demons, because she was linked with me." Nadia could tell by the look on Dean's face that he didn't quite agree with her assessment of Aidan. She ignored it. "He seemed curious so he…pulled her out of me. It was surreal. I mean she was standing right there beside me, like a reflection. Only she wasn't a reflection because she moved on her own and she was as real as you are right now." She paused and her shoulders relaxed, "Then the angels disappeared and I was pulled out of the dream."

Dean wiped his hand over his face with an overwhelmed sigh. "So this is all because they think Aidan will fight against them? So they want to kill you because they actually want to kill Aidan?"

"Yes."

"And that's it? That's all you know?" Dean looked at her hard, watching for anything that would tell him otherwise.

Nadia pushed away everything she'd left out and looked straight in the eyes, "Yes."

Dean was back in the driver's seat pointing the Impala toward Bobby's. Sam was staring out the window thinking over everything Dean had told him about Nadia's dream while Nadia slept in the backseat. Dean and Sam had agreed that they'd need Bobby's help and advice with everything new they'd discovered. Angels were way out of their area of expertise. And the apocalypse? Well that was so far above their pay grade, they didn't even know where to begin. Heck, Dean wasn't even sure if he believed any of it.

"You really believe in this whole angel thing, Sammy?" Dean kept his eyes on the road, his hand gripping and loosening on the steering wheel.

Sam glanced back at Nadia's sleeping form and then watched Dean. "We've seen so many bad things that most people have never even heard of. Angels are one of the most widely known and believed in beings in the entire world; why can't it be possible that they exist?"

Dean licked his bottom lip, "Because they're angels, Sammy. Which means, if they exist then God exists. And if God exists, then why the hell do people like us exist? Does he hate the human race? I mean why else would he throw us down here with things like vampires and werewolves and demons? Why do little kids die and murderers like Rebecca live? Where are all God's angels when that stuff is going down?"

Sam looked out the windshield for a moment. "I don't know," he finally said. "But I do know that I trust Nadia and what she says; so if she says that what she saw were angels…then I believe she saw angels."

Dean looked over at his little brother and wished, not for the first time, that he could have the faith and trust that he had. No matter how hard he tried, there was still a part of him that would not, could not, trust Nadia as completely as he wanted. As human and amazing as she was, she was just as much a demon and that was something he knew he would never be able to forget. What he did know though was that no matter what, he would do whatever it took to keep her safe and if that meant taking on the armies of heaven to do so; then so be it.

Nadia looked out over the lush rolling hills of the Irish countryside. She was surrounded by little yellow flowers—perhaps daffodils, she wasn't big on flowers—that blew gently in the breeze. The view was one she'd seen a long time ago in a calendar and could never forget. It was the openness and the emptiness that stuck with her. Back home there were views similar to this but houses and barns scattered the picturesque view. Ireland looked like a place from a storybook back in the time of Camelot, where one could roam the countryside without obnoxious orange No Trespassing signs glaring at you. Some part of her had always been fascinated by that possibility; of roaming without borders.

She suddenly became aware of someone standing behind her. Her head snapped around hoping to see Dean but the sight of Castiel caused her to scramble to her feet. He was looking down at her the same way he'd looked at her before, without expression. Her feet planted themselves shoulder width apart in case she needed to fight. She glanced behind her when she didn't see Uriel standing beside Castiel. She thought perhaps he may have been sneaking up behind her, but the grass was empty and she turned back to Castiel warily. "Where's your guard dog?"

In that same disinterested tone, he replied, "Uriel is seeing to other matters. I wished to speak to you alone."

She guardedly looked him up and down but saw nothing that put her on edge. Her posture relaxed and she rubbed her hands together to wipe away the pieces of grass she'd been tearing up. "I don't know whether I find that comforting or not." Not surprisingly, he didn't reply. "What is it you want to discuss?"

Castiel was looking out over the hills behind her, seemingly forgetting her presence. "Where is this?"

Nadia glanced over her shoulder and back, "Ireland." He just sort of nodded but didn't say anything. "Look is this going to become a regular thing now?" He looked at her blankly and she added, "Are you going to keep popping up in my dreams? Cause I gotta tell you that could get awkward."

"Once we enter your dreams it becomes much easier for us to re-enter them."

Nadia picked up on what he wasn't saying. "And talking to me here means that you don't have to reveal yourself to Sam or Dean until your big plan says to."

Castiel's eyes slid from the view to her and she knew she was right. "There are plans that have been laid out that must happen the way they were meant to happen."

Not really expecting an honest answer or an answer at all for that matter, Nadia tried again. "And Sam and Dean fit in there how exactly…?" He looked away from her again. After a while of silence Nadia sighed heavily and sat back down where she'd been before he'd shown up. "You know, I've been thinking about what you guys said before; about me being a child of Lucifer or whatever. And I concede that you may be right but if that is true than there is also something you are forgetting. I am as much human as I am demon and therefore; I am as much a child of God as I am a child of Lucifer. That has to count for something right?"

Castiel looked over the way Nadia was sitting with her legs stretched out in front of her and he awkwardly sat down a few feet away, mimicking her posture. "We don't see things that way."

She tossed her hair over her shoulders and could see him watching the movement from the corner of her eye. "Like Obama," she smiled faintly to herself. "He's a little black, a little Middle Eastern, and a little white; but he's considered black or even Arab, but never white. Because most people focus solely on what they see as "bad" instead of what the facts are. Americans are prejudice in a lot of ways and with a lot of ethnicities; but who knew angels were the same way."

He looked closely at her and, if she didn't know any better, she would have said he almost looked annoyed. "God created man in his own image. The color of their skin or the place of their birth makes no difference."

She looked over at him, "Unless you're me."

"That is different."

"Have you ever heard the saying, 'Sons shouldn't pay for the sins of their father'?"

"Fathers shall not be put to death for their sons, nor shall sons be put to death for their fathers; everyone shall be put to death for his own sin." Castiel said the words to the hills that stretched beyond them and Nadia immediately recognized the tone as a bible verse.

She looked over at him calmly. "Words from your God's bible and yet here you are to put me to death for the sins of my father."

He looked back at her and said, "The Lord God, compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, and abounding in loving kindness and truth; who keeps loving kindness for thousands, who forgives iniquity, transgression and sin; yet He will by no means leave the guilty unpunished, visiting the iniquity of fathers on the children and on the grandchildren to the third and fourth generations."

She listened carefully to his words, "So the bible is contradictive. Shocking."

"The bible was written by man and gets many things wrong."

"So which is wrong? Punishing generation after generation for the wrong doings of one or treating each generation as its own?"

"What applies to man does not apply to you."

Nadia and Castiel were quiet for a long time. Finally Nadia asked, "What do you know of my dad?"

Castiel blinked at her, "I know he was a demon."

She laughed bitterly. "My dad wished to be human so badly that he practically renounced the fact of what he truly was. He gave up their way of thinking and living and helped humans instead of reveled in their pain. He turned his back on what he was and he was killed for it." She paused. "I'm sure he was no saint before; but he was no demon afterward."

"You are always what you are no matter how you try to change that. I will always be an angel of the lord and you will always be the daughter of a demon."

"Lucifer rebelled. He renounced your beliefs and he fell and he became something different."

"No. Lucifer will always be an angel. He is just an angel that has fallen, an angel that has been lost."

"So if he just apologized, he'd be welcome back into heaven with open arms because, after all, he is still an angel?"

"No. Lucifer will never return home; his actions could never be forgiven."

She paused nervously. "What Uriel said, about me and heaven, was that true?"

Castiel dropped his gaze, "Demons do not walk in heaven."

She swallowed thickly, "So no matter what I do, I will always only end up in hell?" She didn't need him to answer because she could tell by his demeanor what his answer was going to be. He didn't say anything. "Well…that sucks."

They were silent for a long time and Nadia couldn't help but replay Castiel's words over and over again in her head, Demons do not walk in heaven. Tears started to run freely down her face and she didn't bother to wipe them away.

Castiel watched her with a type of fascination as she cried. This half demon girl was crying over the loss of something she could never have had; she was crying for heaven. He was starting to realize something, she really was different. Far different than anyone thought or expected and for the first time in his long, long life, Castiel started to second guess his angelic duties.

"Look, could you just," she turned toward him but her was gone, "…leave." She blinked and wiped her tears away and looked over the view that had suddenly become both more and less than it had a moment ago. She would never go to heaven; this could be the most beautiful place she'd ever see. She would never go to heaven; nothing could compare to what she would never have.