Some days after the Lilith incident, a guys called us and claimed to be Dad's son. It seemed like Dad had had been doing some fun with some woman (ew, parent sex) and left a son behind, who got eaten by ghouls.

One of them then took on his form and posed as Adam. We found out the truth and headshot the two ghouls before giving Adam a hunter's funeral.

I still couldn't understand why Sam wanted Adam to almost become a hunter. Sure, he had been a Winchester, but that guy had had a life.

I was sitting on the roof of our old house in Lawrence, Kansas, watching the black sky with stars spread out like someone had thrown glitter on black fabric.

"We need to talk", I could hear Cas's voice say beside me.

I smiled and looked at him sitting beside me.

"Hello, Cas. Something's on your mind?" I asked gently.

"It's not safe here. Something private", he replied and looked quite stressed.

I frowned.

"I'm dreaming, aren't I? And that means that we're in my head", I said confused.

"Exactly. Someone could be listening."

I made a quick mental note to not think about important things near angels. Never knew what they could snap up.

"What's wrong, Cas? Are you okay?" I asked slightly worried.

He took out a note from his trench coat and gave it to me.

"Meet me here. Go now", he said before he disappeared and I woke up.

I quickly started to change before I woke up my brothers.

"Cas talked to me, we have to go, now", I ordered and ripped off the sheets from them.

"Come on, Abster, it's like 1 am", Sam complained.

"Stop wailing", I said and threw my pillow in his face.

"He said it was important, so it's probably Apocalypse-important", I said annoyed and threw their jeans and jackets along with their flannels on the beds.

"Change quickly and meet me outside, I have the keys to Baby."

That made Dean change quickly. He didn't like when I used the Impala when he had the chance to do it.

Some hours later, we were searching around in some abandoned warehouse.

"What was so important, Abigail?" Sam asked me while we searched for a sign of Cas with our flashlights.

"If I knew, I wouldn't have woken you up. It's something he couldn't say in my head, so I guess it's important", I replied.

We ascended one floor and found the room sparking with electricity. The place looked like a bomb had happened.

Something was wrong here. Definitely wrong. And with that I meant angel wrong.

"What the hell?" Dean muttered.

"Looks like a bomb went off", Sam commented.

I shook my head.

"No, it was a fight", I told.

"Between who?" Sam asked.

"Between the angels, I can feel it", I said.

"Plus— this little beauty" I explained and shined on the angel banishing sigil that had thrown me away once.

"Anna used it once to send away the winged guys", I said.

"So what? Cas was fighting angels?" Sam wondered.

"I don't know, probably", I guessed.

I flashed around before I noticed the familiar trench coat and a man in it— Cas.

"Guys, here", I said and hurried to get to the unconscious Cas.

"Cas? Cas!" I said and shook his body.

Cas opened his eyes, but his face expression didn't look like his, it was with fear. I had never seen him afraid, ever.

"What's—what's going on?" he said, his voice much higher than usual.

A lamp cracked and spark flew around us while Cas sat up and looked quite panicked. Something was really wrong.

"Hey, take it easy", Sam said while Cas clutched at his chest.

No", he said for some reason before he rose and looked at us.

Cas really didn't look like himself, not his face expression, his posture, nothing.

"Are you okay? What happened, Cas?" I asked worried.

"Castiel. I'm not Castiel. It's me", not-Cas said.

I widened my eyes. So that was his… vessel talking?

"Who's 'me'?" Sam asked.

"Jimmy, my name's Jimmy", he said.

I raised my eyebrows and stared at him. This was just fucked up.

"Where's Castiel?" I questioned.

Jimmy shook his head and stared at us.

"He's gone", he responded.

I looked at Sam and Dean— what the hell was happening?

We were at a motel, watching the Jimmy guy eat a burger— sorry — nine or ten burgers. He didn't have the trench coat on.

And since I was so used to it, seeing Cas' vessel without the coat made me extremely uncomfortable.

"The tenth or eleventh? Slow down, buddy", I said.

"I'm hungry", Jimmy said and shrugged, taking a sip of soda.

"Since when was the last time you ate?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, months", he replied.

We all stared at him while he enjoyed his maybe eleventh hamburger. This was weirder than seeing Dean eating pie, and boy, that was weird. And we were silent, which I hated since I hated awkward silence.

So I slowly scratched the back of my head, trying to figure something out to say.

"What happened? It looked like he and some angels had a fight over there", I said.

"All I remember is there was a flash of light, and I… uh. I woke up and I was just… you know, me again", Jimmy answered.

This just felt weird.

"So what, Cas just ditched out of your meatsuit?" Dean asked.

"I really don't know", he answered honestly.

"So… You remember anything about being possessed by an angel? Like… something?" I asked and pushed away the almost-kiss Cas and I had shared.

"Yeah, bits and pieces. I mean, an angel inside you, it's kind of like being chained to a comet."

I whistled lowly.

"Remind me to not get possessed by an angel", I said.

"Don't worry, you don't need to be reminded", Jimmy replied.

"Anyway, do you know what Cas wanted to tell us?" I questioned and became slightly more serious.

It was hard, considering that it wasn't Cas sitting there.

"Sorry", he said and shook his head apologetically.

"Come on, what do you know?" Dean asked.

Jimmy stopped chewing and looked down thoughtfully.

"My name is Jimmy Novak. I'm from Pontiac, Illinois. I have a family."

Then he told us how Cas had contacted him for the first time. But he couldn't get any longer since Sam and Dean went out to talk. Probably whether we'd send him back home and having him stay with us.

Which left us two, alone.

And it was awkward since I technically was in love with a married man. Kind of.

"So… Do you know who I am?" I asked.

Jimmy thought for a moment.

"You're Abigail, right?" he guessed.

I nodded.

"Do you remember something? Like…. something?"

Jimmy shrugged.

"Kind of. I remember some weird feeling that's hard to describe."

"Oh", was my answer to that.

To be honest, I wished that Jimmy had known more. That sounded quite selfish but I kind of wanted to know what the angel thought about me. I knew that we were kind of of close, and that's it.

"I just thought that—"

"You're in love with him", he suddenly said.

I stopped in mid-sentence and stared at Cas—no— Jimmy.

"Is it that obvious?" I said and smiled slightly.

Jimmy shrugged and smiled friendly but awkwardly.

"Kind of."

"Wow."

We were silent for a moment.

"You know that you aren't human, right?" Jimmy spoke.

The hell? I tilted my head and looked at him confused.

"Huh?"

"Come on. No human can resist that sleeping power or getting thrown by that sigil thing. Only—"

"Angels, I know", I said.

"But I'm not an angel, Dad would have noticed something strange with me then. Like Anna, she freaked out sometimes when she was young. Plus, no one wants me dead. At least not someone from Heaven."

"True."

After some minutes of complete silence (and me stealing some fries from him, he didn't mind), Sam and Dean told Jimmy that he had to stay with us until someday, which he of course didn't like.

So, of course, being the stubborn human being he was, he sneaked away while we slept, which we noticed the day after.

Stupid sleep.

We were sitting in the car, me of course in the middle while Sam rode shotgun. It was kind of strange that Sam hadn't noticed Jimmy leaving since he had been 'getting a Coke'.

"Hi guys", suddenly Anna said and popped into existence beside me.

Dean let out a short shout (along with me squealing) and swerved slightly, but nothing serious.

I stared at Anna, last time I had seen her, her body had burned up and she had been a huge angel. But somehow, she still wore it.

"Jesus, Anna", I muttered.

"Smooth", she replied to Dean's driving.

"You ever try calling ahead?" Dean said annoyed.

"I like the element of surprise."

I smirked while Dean rolled his eyes. Angel or not, she still had humor.

"You look terrific", Dean complimented.

"Yeah, not the most appropriate, Dean. You let Jimmy get away?"

I could see Dean glance at Sam before he responded to her question. But it was true, it had been his fault. I was sleeping, Dean too, not Sam.

"Talk to Ginormo, here", Dean said and pointed at Sam.

Anna looked at him accusingly while I did it too, sort of.

"Sam. You seem different", she noticed.

I leaned forward toward Sam and could feel something radiating from him, something un-pure but powerful. Something bad.

"Me? I don't know, haircut?" Sam replied and smiled a bit.

"That's not what I'm talking about", Anna said thoughtfully.

Sam's smile faded and he turned back on the road. It was something with him, even I could feel it and I didn't even know a crap.

"So, what'd Jimmy tell you? Did he remember anything?" Anna asked after a moment of silence.

"Why, what's going on?" Dean wondered.

"It's Castiel, he got sent back home. Well, more like dragged back", she answered.

I widened my eyes. That didn't sound good.

"That doesn't sound good", I stated.

"No, that's very bad. Painfully, awfully bad. He must have seriously pissed someone off."

I suddenly became cold. What if Cas was badly hurt? Maybe dying? Anxiousness gripped me in the chest and made it feel like I had a huge stone inside me.

"Cas said he had something to say, something important", I told her.

She widened her eyes surprised.

"What?"

"I have no idea."

"Does Jimmy know?"

"I don't think so."

"You don't think so? Whatever it is, it's huge. You gotta find out for sure", she stated.

"That's why we're going after Jimmy", Sam said.

"That's why you shouldn't have let him go in the first place. He's probably dead already."

With that, she disappeared. And I could swear that I could see the outlines of a pair of pink wings.

We drove with no pauses at all, and we didn't talk or anything, so me being me, decided to sleep.

This time, I didn't see anything special, just darkness. But I wasn't alone in that darkness. There were others in the darkness too, groaning or screaming in pain. But the screaming wasn't human. It was the high pitched sound of an angel. But it sounded natural to me.

"Castiel, showing of emotions is a weakness", another voice said in their language, which I could now understand like English.

If I could have widened my eyes, I would have.

The sound of slicing was heard and I could hear Cas scream with his true voice again. If this would've been in my physical body, my ears would have been sore. Or maybe not. Perhaps, I was beginning to understand whatever language the angels spoke in Heaven.

"You only serve Heaven, not any humans! Can't you see, Castiel? I'm doing you a favor for doing this. If I hadn't saved you, you would have ended up just like Lucifer."

"No…" Cas panted— could angels pant?— before Cas screamed again, along with me this time.

Someone had stabbed me in the back with a blade of some sort. The pain was agonizing, almost reminding me of Hell.

"Hello, my friend", the angel said.

"You're not supposed to be here."

I woke up and gasped for air. That was too realistic for my taste, which probably meant that it happened.

Oh, Cas, what are they doing to you? I thought sadly as Sam turned and looked at me worriedly.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah", I lied and pulled back my hair into a ponytail.

"Just a dream."

We stopped by Jimmy's house and could almost see the chaos inside. And not only that, the house radiated the sick feeling of something rotten.

I grabbed the demon knife and rushed in and cut off the throat of a demon who was holding Jimmy's daughter Claire in a tight grip.

It glowed before it went limp and fell on the floor. And I was about to kill the demon who was beating Jimmy, when she suddenly rose and looked like she was choking on something. Shocked, I turned and saw it Sam exorcising her.

"Go, get them out of here!" Sam shouted to us.

I ushered out Jimmy and his daughter and ran back in when I saw Sam not being able to exorcise the demon.

I threw the demon knife to Dean, who was standing by her, when she smoked out and left her vessel unconscious on the floor.

Sam looked at us like he couldn't believe that he couldn't exorcise/kill her. I wondered why too. He'd killed Alistair, and now he couldn't exorcise and petty little black eyes?

"Come on", I ordered and grabbed Sam by his arm and ran out with him.

We found Jimmy and Claire standing near each other, but no Mrs Novak.

"Where's your wife?" Dean asked loudly.

"Right here", she said and appeared.

"Hurry", I said and ushered Sam to get in fast so I could sit on his lap, the backseat was full and no way that I was getting into the trunk.

Dean drove like crazy while the rest of us were quiet. And this time, I had nothing against it.

God, I just wished that I knew if Cas was still alive, or if the angel had killed him.

To calm myself, I kept saying to myself that he was alive.

Something was wrong, in the car. I could again feel the presence of demon.

But I pushed it away. It was probably from the fight. And how could I even be sure of my 'ability'? I had newly discovered it.

After twenty minutes, Dean seemed to have found a safe place. We got out of the car and left Mrs Novak and Claire inside.

"You were right", Jimmy said and glanced at his family.

"I'm sorry we were", Dean replied.

"I'm telling you, I don't know anything."

"I don't think the demons believe you", I said to him.

"Even if they did, you're a vessel. They're still gonna want to know what makes you tick", Sam said.

"That often means dissection, if they're kind", I told.

"I'm going to tell you this again, you're putting your family in danger. You have to come with us."

Jimmy looked wistfully back to his family.

"How long? And don't give me the crossing the bridge crap", he said.

"Don't you get it? Forever. The demons will never stop. You can never be with your family. So you either get as far away from them as a possible, or you put a bullet in your head. And that's how you keep your family safe. There's no getting and out and there's no getting home", Sam said harshly, too harsh according to me.

That guy had almost lost his daughter, he could be a bit more sensitive.

"Don't sugarcoat it, Sam", I muttered sarcastically.

"I'm just telling him the truth, Abigail. Someone has to", he replied.

Something was off with Sam. He'd never had said it like this. If it would have been anyone of us, it'd been Dean, to be honest.

Sam walked away to hotwire some car while Dean and I stood a bit away from Jimmy as he said goodbye to his family.

I couldn't myself know who it was to leave your family like that, but I knew how it was to lose one in your family. And I was happy that Jimmy had made the right choice, even if it wasn't the easiest.

"Something's wrong with Sam", I said lowly.

"You don't say that", Dean replied.

"The way he said that, it wasn't him."

I looked at Dean worriedly.

"I can feel like it's something wrong with him, like demony wrong. And why the hell couldn't he exorcise that demon when he could kill Alistair?" I said.

Dean was about to answer when Sam came back with the car.

"Okay, so, here's your car", Sam said and walked to us while Jimmy said farewell to Claire.

"Something's wrong?" Sam asked and looked like he hadn't heard anything.

I shook my head.

"Nothing", I lied and got inside the car.

Dean started the engine when Jimmy got inside too and drove off.

When Jimmy was asleep, I leaned forward and looked at Sam questionably.

"What the hell happened back there?" I said.

"What?" he asked.

" You almost fainted when you tried to get rid of that demon."

"I didn't faint. I just got a little dizzy", he responded.

I leaned back but kept my eyes on Sam.

"You killed Alistair, the chief torturer, Picasso with a razor, but you can't kill a normal black eyes. What happened with that?"

"What do you want me to say about it?"

"What happened with your mojo? I don't mean to fight, but you're scaring me", I told.

"I'm scaring myself", he quietly replied to that.

We were silent when suddenly, Sam's phone rang.

"Hello? Who is this?" he said before he woke Jimmy.

"Hey, it's your wife", he said handed the the phone to him.

"Amelia?… Oh my God", he said terrified before he handed the phone back to Sam.

I turned and looked at him.

"What did she say?"

" They're possessing my wife. They want me to meet them at some abandoned warehouse, but I'm supposed to go alone", he said.

After Jimmy gave Dean the address, we sped off quicker than you could say 'demon' before we climbed out of the car.

"Alright, there expecting you to come alone. That's exactly what you are going to do", Dean informed.

"We'll work our way through the catwalks. We'll be right behind you", I said and put a hand on his shoulder.

"All you've got to do is stay calm and stall, let us do our job", Dean said.

"You want me to stay calm? This is my family we're talking about", Jimmy snapped.

" Look, they're going to be alright. No one's getting hurt, okay?" I told.

"Yeah, whatever", he muttered before he began to walk away.

"Give me a minute okay?"

I watched him disappear into the darkness. He looked so much like Cas… but still not.

"There's no way they're expecting him to come alone, Dean. You know this is probably a trap, right?" Sam said.

"Yeah, I know. That's why a I have a plan."

That plan sucked. The demons dragged us inside the building while one of them held the knife.

"Nice plan, Dean", I muttered.

"Yeah well, nobody bats a thousand", he replied.

"Got the knife?" demon-Amelia asked the blond demon who was holding me.

She showed her the knife while looking quite smug.

"And you know what's funny?" demon-Amelia asked.

"You're wearing a soccer mom?" Dean responded.

"Is that I actually bummed to get this detail. Picking up an empty vessel? It sort of like milk run. Now look who landed in my lap", she said and looked at us.

"Yeah, well, lucky you, guys. Now leave them alone", I growled.

"Oh, no, honey. Of course I won't. Now for the punch line. Everybody dies", she said and pointed her gun at us.

I clenched my teeth and readied myself for the shot, when suddenly, she shot Jimmy, something I hadn't been prepared for.

"Waste little orphan Annie", she ordered her minions.

The demon who had hold Sam, nodded and went over to the sleeping Claire and took a crowbar. I started to fight against the demon's grip. No way I would let them kill a child.

"No! She's just a girl!" I screamed at them, without them listening.

The demon swung it when Claire suddenly woke up and put her hand on the demon's forehead. He started to glow like he was getting killed… by an angel.

I elbowed the demon who held me when another demon pulled me down and started to hit me in the face, when suddenly Claire started to smite him.

I rose up and stared at Claire— no, Cas— before I launched at the demon who held Dean pinned against the wall and dragged him away from my brother in order to let Cas smite him.

When the demon was dead, I turned and saw Sam almost lying on the blond demon, who moaned in pain. When he rose, his face was covered in blood. I stared at him horrified.

This was what had made Sam powerful? More demon blood? Like the blood in his system as a baby wasn't enough…

Sam stared at us before he turned and stabbed the demon in the heart and killed her.

All I could think and do was stare at him. He was turning into something that wasn't my brother. This wasn't Sam, not my Sammy.

He suddenly raised his hand and a gasp could be heard behind us. I turned and saw demon-Amelia getting exorcised. Amelia fell on her knees while coughing. Dean quickly rushed to her side to see if she was okay, while my eyes were on Cas and Jimmy. And Jimmy was dying.

"Of course we keep our promises", Cas said with Claire's light voice.

Even with another vessel, I could hear Cas in her. And it seemed like Jimmy had been shouting a bit to him/her.

"Of course you have our gratitude. You served us well. Your work is done. It's time to go home now, your real home. You'll rest forever in the Fields of the Lord. Rest now, Jimmy."

"No!" Jimmy gasped.

"Claire?"

"You're daughter is with me now", Cas explained calmly.

Claire was a kid, she couldn't do that….

"She's chosen. It's in her blood, as it was in yours."

"Please, Castiel. Just— Just take me. Take me, please", Jimmy begged, with tears running down his face and his mouth covered in his own blood.

"I want to make sure you understand. You won't die or age. If this last year was painful for you, picture hundred, a thousand more like it", Cas told.

Jimmy reached out and grabbed Cas' arm and begged to him/her. It felt different to see Cas as a girl when I had known her as a man this whole time. But then again, angels probably didn't have gender, at all. At least no physical, since they called Michael a him and so on.

"It doesn't matter. Just take me. Take me", he pleaded.

"As you wish", Cas responded softly and put her hand on Jimmy's cheek and the room was filled with bright light.

Claire let go of now Cas' face, gasping, while Cas rose and walked past us, only to share a look between himself and Amelia, who had run to Claire.

He then turned and started to walk away. It was then it hit me.

" Cas, wait", I said and hoped that he at least would listen at me.

If my dream was true, then Cas had gone through some serious pain. Just one stab with that thing had made me feel like Hell.

Luckily, he turned but he looked at me with cold eyes, like his emotions were completely gone.

" What was it you were going to tell me?" I wondered.

" I learned my lesson while I was away, Abigail. I serve Heaven, I don't serve man. And I certainly don't serve you", he said with a emotionless voice.

I clenched my jaws together, that was quite the same of what the angel had said to him in the darkness. Cas turned around to leave, when I grabbed his shoulder and turned him so he met my eyes.

" I know what happened up there, Castiel. Do not think I don't", I said so only he could hear.

He didn't react, but I could see a slight spark of shock before it died out and I let go of him so he could leave.

The sound of wings was now accompanied by a pair of transparent yet back wings, before he was gone.