I sat on the hotel bed in shock. Angelic powers? What the hell did that even mean? Dean was laying on his bed holding an ice pack to his head while I sat there thinking. "How you doing?" Sam asked him before glancing at me. I knew he was worried about me and so was Dean, but I didn't know what to say to ease it. "I'm in pain, that's how I'm doing. I think I have a concussion." Dean replied. I frowned hoping that wasn't the case. "You want some aspirin?" Sam asked. Dean sat up and said, "No thanks, House. So, demons, huh?" Of course it wasn't miracles, why would we be that lucky? "Yeah. So much for miracles." Sam replied. "And what the hell happened with Alastair again?" Dean asked. I was still trying to figure that one out myself. "I told you, he tried to fling us or whatever.-" Sam flicked his wrist in demonstration. "-And it didn't work, so he bailed." He finished explaining.

"Well, how come he couldn't fling you? He chucked you pretty good last time. And what about her?" Dean asked. I looked over at him when he brought me into the discussion. "Got no idea. But he said her angelic powers are growing the more she's around us." Sam replied. Sam turned to the coffeemaker then back to Dean when he started speaking. "Sam, do me a favor. If you're gonna keep your little secrets, I can't really stop you, but just don't treat us like idiots, okay? And what the hell does angelic powers even mean? She isn't like Anna is she?" Dean asked. I looked at Sam hoping he wasn't keeping more secrets from me. I knew he was still talking to Ruby, which I hated, but I didn't question what they did to improve his powers; so in a way he wasn't keeping secrets from me, just Dean. I had thought my earlier talk with them had gotten through, now I wasn't so sure.

"What? Dean, I'm not keeping secrets. And no she isn't like Anna at least I don't think," Sam replied. I really hoped he was right; I didn't want to be some fallen angel. "Mm-hm. Whatever. So, did you go back and q-and-a the dead kid?" Dean asked. Sam walked over to our bed and picked up a thin notebook; I hadn't even noticed it was there. "Didn't have to. Bobby called. He did some digging," Sam said. Okay hopefully he had some good news. "And?" Dean asked. "He thinks I'm right. Local reaper's gone. Not just gone—kidnapped." Sam said. I was a little surprised by that, but my mind was still occupied with thoughts of what Alastair had said. "By demons? Why?" Dean asked. I looked over at Sam waiting on his answer. "Listen to this," Sam started before reading from the book, "And he bloodied death under the newborn sky—sweet to taste, but bitter when once devoured." That sounded ominous and I didn't like it. "Swanky. What the hell's that mean?" Dean asked. I really wanted it to mean something other than what I thought. "Well, it's from a very obscure, very arcane version of Revelations." Sam said. So much for it being something else. "That's just great." I said. "Which means what I think it means?" Dean asked. "Basically, you kill a reaper under the solstice moon—tomorrow night, by the way—you got yourself a broken seal." Sam explained. Another broken seal is the last thing we needed.

"How do you ice a reaper? You can't kill death." Dean asked. Clearly you can or it wouldn't be a seal. "I don't know. Maybe demons can. Where the hell are the angels is what I want to know. We could use their help for once. Maybe they could tell Cassidy what Alastair meant as well," Sam said. It would be nice, but I doubted they were going to show up with answers to my questions; I just wasn't that lucky. "It looks like we're gonna have to take care of this one ourselves. And I swear Cassidy we'll get some answers for you," Dean said. I wasn't sure how he planned to do that, but I was grateful he was going to try. "What are we gonna do, just swing in and save the friendly neighborhood reaper? And yeah we'll do everything we can to get answers." Sam replied. I was overwhelmed by how much these two were willing to help me; maybe I was luckier than I thought. "You got a better idea, I'm all ears." Dean said. "Dean, reapers are invisible. The only people that can see them are the dead and the dying." Sam said wondering how Dean planned to do this. "Well, if ghosts are the only ones that can see them..." Dean started and I realized what his plan was. "Then we become ghosts." Dean finishes. He put his icepack back on his head and smirked. "You do have a concussion." Sam told him. "Yeah I have to agree with him on this one," I said. "Sounds crazy, I know." Dean said. It didn't just sound crazy, it was crazy. "It is crazy," Sam said voicing mine and his thoughts. Dean just smirked more causing Sam to ask, "How?"

The next morning Sam opened the hotel door letting in Pamela and Dean. "I can't even begin to tell you how crazy you two are. And you agreed to this?" she asked me. I in no way agreed, but that wasn't going to stop them and I told her as much. She felt her way into the room as Sam said, "Well, Pamela, you're a sight for sore eyes." I just shook my head at his thoughtlessness. "Aw, that's sweet, grumpy. What do you say to deaf people?" Pamela asked. I had to hold back a chuckle as Dean looked down and Sam looked as uncomfortable as they both felt. "Which one of you brainics came up with astral projection?" She asked. "Yo," Dean said raising his hand. "Of course. Chachi," she said. Dean turned to us and mouthed the word causing us both to shrug. "So, let's be clear. You want to rip your souls out of your bodies and take a little stroll through the spirit world?" Pamela asked. When she put it that way it sounded even crazier. "Mm-hm," Dean answered.

"Do you have any idea how heavy-duty insane that is?" she asked. I looked at her and said, "I agree with you, but hey I'm out voted." Pamela folded her arms over her chest waiting on an answer. "Maybe, but that's where the reaper is, so..." Dean started and Pamela interrupted, "So it's nuts." Dean looked at me then her, but I shrugged my shoulders telling him he was on his own this time. I may have looked at him like a brother, but I agreed with Pamela. "Not if you know what you're doing." Dean replied. "You don't know what you're doing," Pamela and I said at the same time. I was worried about what would happen to them. "No, but she does." Dean replied. "Yeah, I do. And guess what? I'm sick of being hauled back into your angel-demon, Soc-Greaser crap." Pamela told him. I felt horrible she didn't deserve to be in this mess. "Look, I'd love to be kicking back with a cold one, watching Judge Judy, too." Dean said. I once again shook my head; these boys needed to start thinking before speaking. "Nice. More blind jokes?" she said with a snarky tone. "You know what I mean. We're talking the end of the world here, okay? No more tasseled leather pants, no more Ramones CDs, no more nothing. We need your help," Dean told her.

Pamela finally agreed to help the boys do the astral projection so there were a lot of candles lit around the room. Dean dropped his lighter on the table and picked up one of the candles bringing one with him over to the bedside table. I was sitting at the table out of Pamela's way as Dean sat on his bed, her in a chair between them and Sam closed the curtains. "Tell me something, geniuses. Even if you do break into the veil and you find the reaper, how you gonna save it?" Pamela asked. Sam closed the curtains on another window as Dean said, "With style and class." I rolled my eyes. "You're gonna be two walking pieces of fog who can't touch or move anything. You'll be defenseless, hotshot." Pamela explains to them. "I seem to recall a bunch of ghosts beating the crap out of us," Sam replied confused. I had to laugh at the fact the boys weren't getting it. "Yeah, well, they had plenty of time to practice." Pamela said. It was true ghosts take time to manifest and learn how to be able to attack and such. "Well, then, I guess we got to start cramming." Dean replied. I guess he was going to treat it like a test he had to study for I just hoped it worked. "Wow, couple of heroes. All right. Lie down. Close your eyes." Pamela said patting one of the beds.

I watched all of this with mild curiosity and loads of worry. I didn't want the boys to get stuck on the other side. "Animum vult decipi, ergo decipiatur. Vis, vis, vis. Okay, guys. That's it. Showtime." Pamela said. I looked on having felt the shift in the boys. It was amazing and weird at the same time. "All right, so, I'm assuming you're somewhere over the rainbow. Remember I have to bring you back." Pamela stands up and walks over to Sam. "I'll whisper the incantation in your ear," she said leaning over to do just that. "You have got a great ass. Cassidy thinks so to," she told him. I chuckled and nodded my head. "Yeah he definitely has a great ass." I said. I sat in my chair watching her for a minute wondering how to word my question. "Look just ask me already. No reason to beat around the bush," she told me. I blushed knowing I was caught. "Um I was wondering if while you were here, you could help me figure out what Alastair meant?" I asked.

She turned toward me and asked her own question, "Well what did he say?" I was nervous about telling her because I knew how much she hated the angels; I would too if I was her. "He said my powers were angelic, but I don't know what the hell that means." I replied hoping I didn't anger her. Pamela let out a sigh and I knew she was upset. "Before I came here Bobby did a little research into your family history. Turns out you weren't the first with powers," she told me. I was extremely surprised, but also relieved that meant I wasn't a fallen angel. "So what does that mean?" I asked. She motioned me to come closer to her so I pulled my chair next to hers. She grabbed my hand and closed her eyes. I could feel her reading me and searching for the answers; I just hoped she was able to find something. "Well that's just great. You may not be an angel, but you got angel blood in you," Pamela said opening her eyes and letting go of my hand. "Wait what?" I asked utterly lost. "You're descended from a Nephilim. How I'm not sure, but you are," she explained.

While I was happy to have answers I was still confused on how it was possible. I thought the angels had killed the Nephilim. "Thank you Pam," I told her. "Don't mention it," she replied. I knew she really didn't want me to bring it up, seeing as she hated talking angel crap. We sat there waiting on the boys in silence until we heard a creaking sound. Pamela got up and went to the door locking and chaining it. I knew it was a demon and I wasn't sure how I was going to stop it and protect Pamela, but I was going to try. The window was open blowing the curtain around so I closed it. She walked to the middle of the room and I stood next to her my gun raised. I could feel the demon and how amused it was playing with us. She walked toward the bathroom so I followed, "I know you're here. What's the matter, you reeking son of a bitch? You afraid of a couple of skirts?" she asked approaching the curtain and pulling it back. The demon wasn't there so we left the bathroom. When we did there were two demons standing in the room. I shot at the demon as Pamela ran toward Sam. "Vis, vis, vis!" She yells at him.

I fired off a shot hitting one of the demons in the shoulder. All it did was make him laugh. The other demon grabbed Pamela dragging her up before I had a chance to stop it the one I had shot hit me sending me into the bedside table. "Son of a bitch!" I heard Pamela yell as I stood back up. I wasn't going down without a fight, unfortunately I had lost my gun so I took a swing at the demon in front of me. He ducked and swung at me causing me to dance back a bit and kick at him. He grabbed my leg and pulled me toward him. I fell backwards and when I looked up he had my gun. He fired a shot hitting me in the shoulder. It hurt like hell, but there was no blood. Pamela managed to get away from her demon and went back to Sam. "Animum vult decipi, ergo," she said. The demon grabbed her and threw her across the room. I tried to get up and stop him, but the other demon just fired another shot this time in my leg. The demon stabbed her in the gut just as Sam sat up. I was glad he was okay, but I knew soon Pamela and I wouldn't be. "Cassidy! Pamela!" Sam yelled before exorcising both the demons.

He then walked over to me and helped me up. I may not have been bleeding, but I was still in pain. With his help we walked over to Pamela. She was laughing and I was confused. "What's so funny?" Sam asked as I sat on his now vacant bed. "I can't die—not in this town." She said and I frowned. For the moment we were okay, but it wasn't going to be that way forever. "Pamela-" Sam started, but she interrupted, "Quit your worrying, grumpy. How about you make me a drink, huh? And one for Cassidy too." I raised a brow. How could she be so calm knowing soon the reaper would be back to well reaping. "You guys need a doctor," Sam said. I gave him a sad smile knowing he was right, but he wasn't going to convince her. "Make me a drink, Sam." Pamela said. Sam just swallowed worried for us both.

Pamela sat down on Dean's bed and said the incantation to bring him back, "Imum vult decipi, ergo decipiatur. Vis, vis, vis." She stands up and comes over to the bed I'm lying on and lays beside me. "Hey, we just got to talk to Tessa, that's all. Get her to hold off reaping till we get you guys better." Sam said. I noticed my shoulder and leg are now both pouring blood. "I'm pretty sure she's started up again." Pamela said as blood poured over her hand. Her wound was bleeding worse than mine I knew there was no hope for her. I wanted to scream and cry; this was my fault I wasn't strong enough to protect her. Dean sat up taking a deep breath as Sam looked at us worried. Dean looked at us and noticed the blood we were losing. "What happened?" he asked. "Where's Tessa?" Sam asked. "She's…" Dean started as Pamela took off her glasses. "Pamela, I'm so sorry. You don't deserve this." Sam told her. She just looked at him and said, "Yeah, I don't. I told you I didn't want anything to do with this. Do me a favor? Tell that bastard Bobby Singer—to go to hell for ever introducing me to you two in the first place. And get her some help she's a good girl she deserves to make it." I started crying knowing she was worried about me even though it was my fault she was dying in the first place. "Take it easy, Pamela. If it's any consolation, you're going to a better place." Dean tells her. Before any of us can say anything more Pamela took her final breath and fell over dead.

I sat on the bed beside her crying not knowing what to do or say. "Come on we got to get you to the hospital. You've already lost too much blood," Sam said as he picked me up bridal style. I laid in the backseat of the Impala towels wrapped around my wounds to try and staunch the flow of blood. My vision was starting to fade and I wasn't sure I could stay awake much longer. "Come on Cassidy stay with me," Sam said, but his voice sounded so far away. I felt him squeeze the hand he was holding and I tried to fight off the darkness. They were so worried about me, but there was nothing I say to reassure them even if I tried. A few moments later I gave up the fight and succumbed to the sleep I had been trying to fight. The last thing I remember hearing was Sam yelling, "Dean hurry she isn't gonna last much longer."

So did anyone see the reason behind her powers coming? Review and let me know what you think.