Tensions were rising.

The angels started to fight physically now, storms sweeping across the country when they clashed, Cas appearing afterwards, occasionally beaten up, always to have a chat with Sam and Dean. I knew it was about me, because I was kept out and warded against.

Apparently Raphael had been caught in cahoots with Crowley, and they had something to do with purgatory, as per the clue that Jack had given me. Sometimes, Cas would leave these meetings looking particularly worn, and would nearly come to talk to me, but he always turned away at the last minute.

I knew what he wanted.

Angel radio was talking about me all the time now, the lost child of Michael who could restore order. I doubted that. These were full blown, ancient beings. What was the power that I had compared to theirs? Raphael had lost a lot of his support when it was revealed that he had made a deal with a demon, but most of those soldiers hadn't converted to Cas' side either, choosing to either remain neutral, or fight on their own.

It was nearly Christmas before things calmed down again. Cas was in a meeting with Dean, and this one was much longer than any previous ones had been.

I was hanging out in the living room, watching a special about narwhals, when the lights flickered. I sat up abruptly.

"Hello, love."

I didn't waste a moment this time around, and tried my best to smite Crowley on the spot. He just laughed.

The room started spinning in a strange way.

"Nice try. Better than last time, at least. But, you still need some work."

"I'm gonna kill you, you psychotic son of a-"

"Normally, I'd let you have another go, but I'd advise you to hold your tongue at the moment, darling. We're about to meet some very important clientele of mine, and I need you to behave."

The room stopped spinning, and suddenly I was in what appeared to be an old subway station, walls a grimy tile, and a lingering smell of mildew on the air.

I was inside of a circle painted on the floor, surrounded by strange runes. Testing my boundaries, I tried to step towards it, and found myself blocked in. I looked up slowly to Crowley watching me.

"Nice joke. I think you know that I don't really like behaving," I replied. Footsteps echoed in the hallway outside.
"Save it," he snapped. He seemed more tense than usual, and it unnerved me a little. Why was he so worried?

An angel walked into the room, and I was immediately taken aback by the power that came with it.

Though trapped in an inferior vessel, it was still Raphael, and he was still pissed.

"Daughter of Michael. Welcome."

"Thanks, but I think you're lacking in the whole hospitality department, so let's cut to the chase. What am I doing here?"

I asked, doing my best imitation of a salty Sam or Dean.

"You are going to defect from Castiel and join my side of the war. You represent your father, and with your support, I will gain the advantage that I need to win."

There was a beat where I considered laughing out loud.

"Yeah, I'm definitely not going to be doing that," I confessed. "If I am truly representing my father, then the last thing that he would want is for you to take control of heaven and eliminate the human race."

"Are you so sure of that, Winchester? If I do recall, during the apocalypse, the last thing your father was worried about was the fate of Earth."

It was the first time that anyone had called me Winchester. Weird.

The fact of the matter was that I didn't really care about what my dad thought, but the angels clearly did, which gave me that much more power.

"Well, if you know Michael so well, then why don't you stand in for him? Oh wait, that's right. I'm the only one who can do that. And I say that there is no way that I'm going to help you. Not while you're in alliance with that scum bag." I gestured to Crowley, who saluted. "What do you think my father would say about that, hmm? I doubt that the leader of heaven will be well liked if they got to the top using a demon deal. No, I stand for the side of peace, and not the kind where you're in charge."

I felt pretty well spoken, and I hoped that he got the point of oh hell no.

"Then we will find another use for you." Raphael picked up an old piece of paper off of a table, and pretended to read.

"Let's see, Crowley, we have nearly everything, yes? What's left?"

"Oh, only a few odds and ends. A new paintbrush for the runes. And the blood of a virgin. A whole girl's worth."

"You wouldn't dare," I replied.

"We do not need to dare. When the ritual is complete, we will have the power to challenge your father, should he ever be released from the pit."

Well, shit.

I tried not to panic.

"Well, how do you know I'm-"

"Don't even try, darling. It won't be worth it." Crowley interrupted.

Huh. I stopped for a minute to think.

"So those are my choices? Abandon my family, or die?"

"That would be exaggerating. They are hardly family. But yes. The decision is yours." Raphael replied.

Okay then. Since I wasn't going to pick either, I needed some time.

"Give me time to make my choice."

"I can grant you that."

Raphael seemed surprised that I was so willing to submit. Crowley on the other hand seemed indifferent.

"All right. You get one day. One. That's it. And don't think we're not watching you. No funny business."

"Promise." I confirmed. Crowley still must not have trusted me, because he left behind two demons as guards while I sat down in the circle.

I tried meditating. Only problem was that I didn't know how to meditate.

Either way, it was evening, and I was beginning to nod off when someone spoke.

"What have you gotten yourself into this time, Michaels?"

My head shot up, even though neither of the guards noticed.

"Why don't you ask Crowley?" I snapped at Jack, now hardly bothering to be surprised that he was here.

"I probably should. But God knows that then we'd both be in that trap."
"Why? Raphael want your dad's power too?" I asked.

"Something like that."

There was an admittedly intense silence, where we locked eyes. I again felt the connection between us; a tease of power where there hadn't been one before we met.

I debated asking about his parents. He was about as helpful as dirt though, so I decided not to.

"Well, I think that it might be a bit fairer to even out the odds here. Raphael does have the home field advantage, after all."

"You don't have to," I interrupted, quickly.

"I want to." He replied, scuffing his shoe along some of the runes on the ground. I felt my power come back in a surge as they vanished.

"After all, I can't have my only way out of Crowley's control sacrificed as a virgin. You have so much more... Potential, than that. Ta." He winked and vanished, leaving me blushing furiously, and more glad than ever that he was gone.

Welp. Guess who is soo good at updating their fanfictions. Nope, wrong. Not me at all. Thanks for guessing though. Here's the thing, my school blocked this site so i can only update at home and i have practice more and more often nowadays so- IM SORRY, OKAY? Anyway, thank you SO MUCH for reading and for all of the positive reviews. I seriously love you guys. I hope to update a lot more this week since i'm on holiday. Ta!

**okay so i tried posting this around, like, Christmas, but it didnt go through but here it is now so... IM SORRY