The poor woman was dead, but I could see the wings burned in to the wall behind her. Angel. Definitely angel, and very much dead. The owner had called the police, freaking out like no damn tomorrow. I'd just shown up disguised as fake local PD. If angels were dying, then more angels would come, and they would recognize me. I had to wear my other disguise as well, the one that changed my appearance. And I hated it. I absolutely hated it. I'd gotten used to not having to wear it, but when it came to angels… Better to be safe than sorry.

Besides, others would come along shortly to investigate too. I was just here in case I needed to contact Ketch, let him know what's up.

"Five minutes." I muttered to myself, looking around. I picked up a few angel feathers when I had the chance, then looked at the blade. Definitely angel, but if this angel had one then why was it dead? Why did it still have a blade? Most times when an angel was killed, the blade was taken with it. Why leave this one behind?

I looked around. Everyone was focused on something else, more than a little freaked out as to a bloodless stabbing with burn marks on a wall. I had maybe a minute.

I knelt down next to the woman, putting one hand on hers and the other on the blade. "Ostende mihi." I let one of her feathers burn as I said the words. Show me. I closed my eyes, hoping this would work.

"You're too old for video games." I was looking through the woman's eyes. She was playing a video game when she heard the other woman's voice. It was the same voice I'd heard earlier, the one I didn't know.

She turned to see an older looking woman, with an eyepatch and almost orange hair. She wasn't an angel, though. Just a human. "Were you waitin' to play?" The angel asked.

"Everyone deserves a turn." Eyepatch replied. The angel let out a small scoff at her tone.

"I'm sorry. Have we met?" I could feel something in the back of her mind, a nagging memory.

"Have we?" Eyepatch requested. The angel moved to leave, but the other woman blocked her path. The memory skipped ahead, like a broken record, until I could feel confusion and fear in the angel's mind.

"Oh, Benjamin," Eyepatch said. The angel, Benjamin, started to remember this woman, but her name still escaped him. "Your little angel tricks won't work on me. "

When Benjamin produced one blade, the woman bore two, like I did. "Who are you?!" Benjamin demanded.

Another skip, and Benjamin was on the wall. I could almost feel it, feel the name of who this woman was as she cried for help. "Don't. Please."

Another short skip, and I saw three names. Not the woman's, but three other angels. Isham. Mirabel. Castiel.

I opened my eyes, releasing the blade and woman as I heard voices behind me. "FBI. We need to take a look at the scene here." Sam's voice. I turned towards the voice, and saw the three of them talking with an officer. Sam, Dean, and… and Castiel.

Benjamin had called out for three angels. Isham. Mirabel. Castiel. I'd probably only heard it because of Castiel's grace.

I had to leave. This wasn't my job. My time was up.

"Move." Castiel requested. I disappeared to behind the building a second later, where my motorcycle and Karma waited. When I appeared, Karma wagged her tail happily.

"We're going, girl." I told her quietly, scratching absent-mindedly behind her ear. I shouldn't have come. I can't be seen by them. They can't know I'm here.

Castiel. That woman's voice again, the one whose name I couldn't get, I could hear it. I let out a short exclamation of pain, clutching my head. How in the hell did angels put up with this? It hurt like all hell was breaking lose in my head.

It had a signature this time, though. I could feel it. She was a human using… Using angel magic. I could find her. I could track her.

Castiel would be looking for her too, though. That was the problem. I could either go in myself, and risk being found, or leave it be.

"Castiel is stuck with walking or driving with the Winchesters." I muttered. "Whereas I'm not. And it's magic, which is what I'm supposed to be looking in to." I thought for a few minutes more before calling T.J. again.

"You scared the absolute SHIT out of me, Kylie!" That was his version of a greeting this time. "I heard you sounding like you're in PAIN and you bloody well decide to HANG UP YOUR DAMN CELL ON ME!"

"Glad to talk with you too." I said, smiling. "How's it going with the Necromancy grimoire?"

"Don't you dare try to avoid explaining yourself." He ordered. "Out with it. What happened?"

"I heard a person using angel magic." I said. "Which I probably wasn't supposed to hear because DAMN did it hurt."

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I muttered. "Took some painkillers. Went and looked in to it."

"And?"

"And I think it's because of the angel grace in me."

"What do you mean by that?"

I took some time to explain the situation to him. A human killing an angel. The angel crying out to three specific ones for help. "Isham, Mirabel, and… And Castiel."

"Oh."

"Yeah. The other woman, eyepatch lady, she called out for Castiel again not too long ago." I added. "Probably to the other two as well, but all I can pick up on is what he seems to be getting."

"You're probably right, then." T.J. agreed. "You have a direct link to his grace, meaning a direct link to him."

"It's the only answer I can come up with." I muttered.

"So what are you doing about it?"

"What?"

"There's a woman murdering angels." He said. "And that has more than likely will be targeting the specific one you just so happen to care about. What are you going to do about it?"

"What do you think I'm going to do about it?" I asked. "I can't talk with Castiel. I can't intervene. I can't be seen."

"Why can't you?"

"We're going to go with the phrase 'because I said so' on this and leave it at that." I answered.

"You do understand that if I had told you the exact same thing, your response would've been that that was a bullshit answer and that I would need to face whatever was troubling me, correct?"

"Shut up." I looked around. "I'm going to track down eyepatch. See how in the hell she's doing what she's doing, and if I can learn."

"You should talk with Castiel."

"Not now."

"Why not?"

"Someone is trying to kill him." I pointed out. "You don't think that me randomly showing up would seem a little strange?"

"He may be happy about it."

"Really?" I challenged. "You really think that he would be happy to see me in the middle of all this?"

"Yes!"

"So if you thought that someone you loved was dead, and they showed up in the middle of you being hunted and having an attempted murder aimed at you, you wouldn't find that the least bit suspicious?" I clarified. "Because I would."

"You're American." He replied. "Of course you would." I didn't answer, just waited until he spoke again. "Fine. I can see your point. Under the circumstances, it could easily seem suspicious."

"Thank you." I looked around. "They're inside now. I've got to go get a head start on this woman before the Winchesters and," I took a deep breath. "Castiel catch up."

"Are you going to be alright, being this close?" He asked.

"I think so."

"Good. I've got to go. Ring me if you need anything."

"Bye T.J."

The line went dead, and I took a second to breath before starting to move. I needed to get back to the cabin first, and quickly. It didn't take much for me to just show up there with my motorcycle. Karma followed with ease, barking happy.

"I know you want to play girl, and I'm sorry I don't have anything set up yet." I added. "But I gotta finish this up first." She whined a little bit, but stayed outside as I went in to start the equivalent of a magic backtrace. I had angel feathers from one she'd killed, I had a face, and I had a signature.

I set up quickly, using the same tools I'd used to find Lucifer. This time, though, it would be easier. I'd had recent exposure to the magic. I could funnel that in.

It took maybe thirty minutes, but I had a location. A hotel, maybe an hour or so from where Benjamin had been killed. I could show up, right where she was. She was immune to angel magic, somehow, but I didn't need it to be there.

The question was whether I wanted to go. The others could already be there, or at least on their way. They could find me. And Cas…

If I had had any doubts as to his loyalties before, and what he would do for the Winchesters, I had none now. He would break everything for them, kill for them, do anything. Billie was doing her job, and Castiel had broken a cosmic fucking pact, had KILLED Billie, so that they wouldn't die.

If I ended up being seen as a threat, why wouldn't I get the same treatment?

"I hate life." I finally said. "I absolutely loathe it." I kept repeating those words all the way there, the entire ride on my motorcycle with Karma getting food on the way. I kept repeating those same words up until I got to the hotel I had tracked her to, talked with the guy at the front desk, and traded him 20 bucks for a room number and a blind eye.

I finally stopped repeating those words when I stood in front of her door, ready to knock and see what the hell was going on, and HOW in the hell she knew how to use angel magic.

It was only when I stood in front of her door, full of questions and bullish, headstrong determination, that I stopped and felt it all falter.

She was using angel magic.

I had angelic grace inside me. Could she use it against me? Could she teach me how to use it better? I'd used it before, sparingly, and kind of used it now. Popping around, moving people (but other witches could do that as well without the grace, however they also tended to be much older than me), disappearing, trying to find this woman… I used it as a part of my witch magic. It was a part of me and what I did.

What if there were things she knew that I didn't? What if… What if…

There were a lot of "what if" questions that came out the second I stopped to think about it. I looked down, knowing Karma wasn't going to be there. I was about to talk with a woman that knew how to use angelic magic. It may not be the smartest idea to bring a hellhound, you know?

She knew how to use it, I had it in me and kinda knew a few basic ideas. I knew how to incorporate and how to keep myself alive.

This was training, but it was also opening a new door. New questions. New answers. New things I may or may not want to know.

"The others are too close." I finally said. "They could be here any second working the same lead. I need to leave."

"Then why are you standing in front of my door?" Her voice, the woman's, right behind me. I turned around, startled. "And more importantly, why should I not kill you right now?"

I took a moment to look at her, the woman I'd come here to talk with. She had red hair, like me. She was older than me. She understood angelic magic better than me.

She flicked her wrist, revealing two angelic blades. I flicked mine as well to reveal the other similarity, and she looked from my weapons to me. "Impressive." She commented.

"I have questions." I admitted.

"You found me, you have two angel blades, and you haven't given me a verbal answer as to why I shouldn't kill you." She said, mulling it over. "I'm working. Personal business. Come find me afterwards."

"I can't." I said. "I don't know if you'll be alive then."

"What do you mean?"

"I know what you did, and I know who you're looking for." I explained. "And I also know who is looking for you now."

"So?"

"Just give me five minutes." I requested. "It's important, please."

"Why should I?" She asked. "I can handle them no problem."

"Because I can do this." I focused on not her, but on the only nearby thing I could think of, her doorknob. I focused on it solely with the angelic magic. Castiel had told me how he could do that, at one point. He could unlock a door and open it without touching it. Hopefully, I could do the same.

A few tense seconds later, the door slowly unlocked an opened. The woman looked from me to the door, then back to me again. "You used angelic magic." She stated.

"And you can too." I replied.

"Except your version is different." She looked to her room. "Come in. We need to talk. My name is Lily Sunders, by the way." She offered a hand, and I noticed that her hand was red with blood.

"You're hurt."

"Not anymore." She lifted her shirt to show me clear skin. "This is where it used to be." There was still a red stain on the skin, but no signs of being hurt.

"How did you do that? You're not a witch."

"The same way you opened the door, almost." She stated. "Go in. Sit down. We're going to talk."