It had gotten dark while we had been talking, and we moved up to a guest bedroom on the second floor that Bobby must have gotten ready for me before I came. Sam sat on a chair at a desk in the corner. I sat on the bed. Dean was leaning on the door frame. Bobby was out, getting some extra supplies or something.
"Who is it I'm supposed to be meeting, exactly?" I asked, curious as to when they would be coming.
"You'll see," Dean said. Thanks a lot for leaving me in the dark, Dean.
"This is ground control to Castiel. Come in Castiel. We've got something we need you to look at, so get your ass down here." There was nothing.
"CAS. Come on-"
"I'm here," said a gruff voice from the corner.
I nearly jumped a foot in the air. Standing in the corner was a man in a suit and tan trench coat, wearing a tie backwards. He seemed to be emanating power, the artificial light from the lamps in the room somehow drawing towards him, the shadows behind him grouping together, forming...
"Wings," I breathed in amazement, not meaning to speak. He was an Angel. No one else seemed to notice his mojo, or the wings.
"Who is this?" The angel asked, his gaze coming to rest on me for a long time. It was almost as though he was looking through me. Creepy.
"That's Lilyanna. We were hoping that you-" Sam was interrupted.
"Where did you find her?"
"She showed up in the back seat." Dean said.
He turned to me. His eyes were a deep blue, and his unkempt dark hair matched the shadowy color of his now folded wings.
"I am Castiel. Angel of the Lord." He introduced plainly. He almost showed no expression, his face carved into an emotionless slate. "Who are you, child?"
"Lilyanna Michaels."
"What more than that?" He asked. He must have been hoping for a deeper answer. Maybe something that Aristotle could come up with. I'm no Aristotle. More of a Voltaire myself.
"Nothing. I mean-I don't know." I admitted. It was too hard to think that I was a normal human when no one else seemed to think so. But if I wasn't? What was I?
"Would you like to find out?" It was an interesting question. Did I want my normal life, or did I want the truth?
The truth. It was too late to go back to reality now. I knew what was really out there.
"Yes."
"Then we will find out," he said, walking over and beginning to roll up his sleeve.
"How much is this gonna hurt?" I asked, curious as to why he was doing it.
"A lot." Castiel said seriously. Dean stepped forward, looking a little panicked.
"Cas, I'm not really sure-"
"It is necessary, Dean. And I will sedate her first, so she does not feel as much pain," he said.
Sam seemed upset by what Cas was doing too. He looked like he was about to start arguing. It was not helping my panic levels.

"Guys, I'll be fine. Really," I assured them. If they calmed down, it would be easier on me.
"No. You won't," Cas replied.
"Thank you Captain Sunshine for that insightful detail," I grumbled.
"You're welcome," he replied seriously.
I sighed.
"Look. If I have to do this to find my parents, I'm gonna do it. With or without your permission. Nothing you can say will stop me. Or Cas. Right Cas?"
He nodded his head a few times.
"Alright then. Let's get this show on the road," I said, putting on a brave face.
Cas stood in front of me, holding out his hand. I closed my eyes.
I felt two cold fingers touch my forehead.

Then... Nothing.
I cracked one eye open.

"Was something supposed to happen?" I asked hesitantly. It was like the whole room was holding its breath.
"Yes." Cas withdrew his hand and looked at it curiously, tilting his head to the side.
"And?" Dean asked, apparently also curious as to what hadn't happened. Or more like why it hadn't happened.
"My attempt was...blocked," he said, putting down his hand and looking up at me.
Great. I could feel my anger growing. Just something else to keep me from finding my parents.
"Blocked by what?" Sam asked.
"I don't know. But this surely proves the theory that she is not a human," he said, like it was no big deal. No big deal that I was some kind of monster. I was me though. Just a girl.

I stood up to meet his eye level. And came up a good foot or two short.
"What the hell are you talking about?! And since when was that even a theory?" I asked, angry that they had kept me in the dark.
Not human? There was no freaking way...

"No ordinary child of man would have been capable of deflecting my power. You can not be a human."

What was he talking about?! I was a normal girl, with a normal life, a normal family, that I just wanted to get back to.
"There is no way in hell that I am anything other than a perfectly normal person. I have spent all my life in school like a normal kid. I've got friends and a family and a life, and there is absolutely no feasible way that I'm some kind of monst-"

"Lil. LIL." Dean interrupted my rant.

"What?!" I asked hotly. He seemed more panicked than I had seen him all night and was looking down with wide eyes at my feet.
My dusty black Converse were floating a good two inches off the ground.

"ACK!" I yelled, dropping back onto the floor, tripping, and landing on the bed. Three sets of eyes were staring at me.
I took a deep breath. No more panicking. Listen to what they have to say. Be logical. Damn it.
My next question was directed at Cas.

"If I'm not human, then what am I?" I asked, hearing my voice sounding softer. Scared. Pathetic.
"I don't know. But I can find out," he offered, finally seeming a little more human, more accessible.
"What do I have to do?" I asked.
"You need to allow me into your subconscious," he said.
"My-what?" I asked, surprised.
"I need to access the part of your mind where there may be a clue as to your origin," he said.

I thought about it for a minute. My parents might still be out there...
"Alright, but you might not like what you find. I'm not as innocent as I look," I warned, jokingly. Dean raised his eyebrows.
"I will not pry," Cas promised, sensing my nervousness.
He came and sat on a chair across from me, next to the bed within arm's reach.
"Are you ready?" He asked.
"I don't know," I answered honestly. I might lose everything from this. Who I was. Where I belonged. There was no going back after I knew who, or what, I really was.

My nerves must have really shown, because Cas somehow knew to comfort me.
"This will help us find your parents," he assured, quietly.
Funny. He wasn't as cold as he seemed.
I just nodded in response. I had to find them. This was all my fault, somehow. I had to fix it.
"Then I'll do it," I replied.
"Good. Close your eyes," he commanded, placing his forefingers on my temples.
Following his orders, the last thing that I saw, the last part of my normal, tranquil life that I could bear witness to, were the clear, bright, blue eyes of the angel Castiel, alive with the divine power that would bring me the truth after all of these years of lies.

Helloooooo guys! This chapter was a lot of funnnn to write. I know its evil, but I love leaving you in suspense! Anyway, lots of excitement to come! Thanks for reading and for all of the positive reviews! Love you all! xx