Falling from the top to the bottom

It was a disappointment for Aliza to wake up without an angel next to her. She sulked trough the morning. Only when she looked in the mirror, reality started to hit her again.

'What the hell is wrong with you?' she yelled at herself. 'You are supposed to run away from angels, not sleep in their arms!'

They prepared to leave and drive back to the bunker. The trees outside rushed by, as Aliza mindlessly stared out the window. For some reason the boys seemed to leave her alone. They shared some looks, but never one with her.

Would they still be upset over the monster thing? They couldn't put a sticker on her yet with 'hi, I'm a Nephilim', and that was the reason they stayed calm. Aliza had figured out they wanted to find out what she was, before releasing hell upon her. It was painful to know, how they didn't trust her. However, it was only fair: since she didn't trust them either.

Not as long as they didn't know what she was.

But she wasn't ever going to tell them. It would be her death.

It was three O'clock in the morning. A bright lamp and hot damping tea were all that kept Aliza awake. Ever since she entered this place, she had wanted to dive in the books of the library and seek all about Nephilim. See whether there was something in here she could learn about herself, that her own lore books didn't mention.

At day she could - for obvious reasons - not do this. That's why this seemed like the right time. Her eyes started drooping at the boring old language she tried to process. After she had read the same sentence ten times over, she decided this wasn't working. An old radio in the room caught her attention. She turned on the old buttons and managed to get music on. It was a mix between classic violin music and new up-tempo. Aliza swung her head on the epic beat. She walked around the room. Slowly, her feet started catching the beat too, as they moved in sync.

She dropped the reading as she walked in the round room and did something she hadn't done in a long time: she danced.

It wasn't elegant, it wasn't choreographed. She just did whatever she felt like doing. It ended up with a lot of swinging her arms, while she took big, fluttery steps. For a long moment she simply enjoyed the music. She could let all her worries go…

'What are you doing?'

And all the worries were back. Aliza turned quickly to find the source. Castiel stood there, next to the table with all her open books. He didn't look at the books, he looked at her. His face was slightly turned to the side, like he always did when he was confused. She held her stomach as she felt the butterflies tickle her again. The feeling was mixed with concern and shame. She was still standing there in just a thin top and pajama pants.

'I…didn't see you there,' she said uneasily.

Her awkwardness caused Castiel to walk in the room with her, leaving her studies behind. She gave a little sigh of relief.

'I noticed. But what are you doing here in the middle of the night? Humans are supposed to sleep, right?' he said.

A painful pang shot through her chest. She looked down. 'I'm not human.'

She stood there with her chin on her chest, looking at her bare feet on the cold ground. She only heard Castiel move forward, until she saw him get so close she could see his shoes. A finger was placed under her chin and kindly moved her face back up. She stared into those intense eyes. Never could she resist those blue eyes. They were beauty itself. She wondered what he thought of her misshaped eyes. He had told her they were beautiful, but how could anyone think that? Apart from Jimmy, who said the same thing…

He didn't say a word. Suddenly she could feel his other hand on her waist. She gave a little gasp. The hand under her chin moved down her arm to her other hand.

'Now, I have never done this myself, but I did watch others do this before,' he said while studying his hand in hers.

Another song played on the radio. It was the same kind of music. On the first tone Castiel took a step forward. Just in time Aliza remembered to follow his lead. Then they took another step. The moves became faster and less awkward. They let the rhythm guide them, as they strode around the table in the middle.

They danced. An angel and a Nephilim danced in the middle of the night in a bunker underground.

Once they became confident and weren't counting their steps anymore, Aliza couldn't look away from Castiel's eyes. Castiel seemed just as intrigued. The world and all its problems seemed to fade away around them. All that mattered were the music and them two.

At last the music stopped. Their steps transformed in little swaying from one side to the other. Aliza felt the need to say something, but nothing seemed like the right thing. Then Castiel pressed her to his chest, his hands circling protective around her.

'You might not be completely human,' he started. Aliza stiffened, but he continued. 'but you dance like one. You talk like one. You get sleepy like one. And you are warm and full of emotions like one. That is more than an angel is. Sometimes, I feel like a monster. I wonder what the difference is between these things that Dean and Sam hunt, and me.'

Aliza pushed a little away from his chest so she could look at him.

'The difference is, that you know what is right and wrong. You do not kill people without a good reason. Or at least, that is what Sam told me about you.'

He stared back at her. They had stopped swaying, but they were still very close.

'Do you?'

Aliza raised an eyebrow. 'Sorry, what?'

'Do you know what is right and wrong? Do you only kill for the right reasons?' he asked her.

Aliza gaped like a fish. 'I do.'

Castiel pushed her a little further. He held her shoulders in his hands, and brought his face to her height.

'Then you aren't a monster either. You are like me: a weird person with the right reasons. We are both not sure what to do, but we do know what is right. And that is why Dean and Sam trust us, and do not hunt us.'

Truer words had never been spoken. She wanted to throw all her worries away and lean on Castiel's words. She wanted to tell him so badly. She already started opening her mouth to say the words.

The words never left her mouth though, because Castiel moved forward and kissed her very softly on her lips. Aliza was taken aback by the gesture. At first her eyes grew in shock, but then she closed them, enjoying the moment. It felt right and wrong at the same time. A feeling in her told her to stop, while another encouraged her to go on.

Castiel released her. It took her a moment before she opened her eyes.

'Was that…appropriate?' he asked, uncertain.

Aliza gave a nervous chuckle. 'Yeah…it was.' She looked up in his adorable eyes.

What was wrong about this again? Did that part of her even look at his face? Not Jimmy's, but Castiel's. Aliza could tell the difference, in all the small details. And she loved them so much more than Jimmy's features.

The radio started to give off a loud rushing sound. Aliza snapped her head up and went over to turn it down, before the boys would wake up. She turned to the table with her research. She placed her hands on the back of the chair and looked down at the books.

Castiel moved to stand behind her. Hesitantly, he took a string of her hair and started twirling it around his finger.

'What's wrong?' he asked softly.

Her arms started to shake. This was driving her crazy, the constant inner fight she had. She shut the books and turned the light off. Then she turned around. Castiel had moved closer, once again in her personal space. This time it didn't feel awkward. It felt good. She moved her hand to his hair and started to stroke through it.

'What if I told you, you were gonna hate me? If you knew what I was?'

Castiel searched her face for answers. 'I can't hate you.'

Aliza gave him a weak smile. 'You don't know that.'

'I do. I have these feelings for you, I never felt before. I don't know how to express them right, or how to tell you what it feels like. But I know you are important to me, and I will not let you go,' he told her.

It was better than anything a guy had ever told her. Castiel wasn't even aware of what he said, because he was an angel. Yet, no boyfriend had ever told her something so honest. It hurt her so much that she had to refrain herself from letting him in.

She pushed lightly at his chest, so she could walk away.

'Did I say something wrong?' Castiel asked. The despair was clear in his voice.

Aliza looked over her shoulder. She gave him an apologetic look. 'No, Cas. You did everything right. And that hurts, because I can't be with you like that.'

Then she turned and walked back to her room.

'There are a lot of things that could go wrong without it, Sam,' Dean told his brother.

'Dean, you are overreacting.'

'I sure as hell am not. Without it I can't be strong enough.'

'It doesn't make you stronger,' Sam said while rolling his eyes.

'It does for me!'

Sam was done. 'Dean, enough! I'm not going out to get you pie!'

At that moment they walked through the door to the round room. They stopped arguing over pie when they took a good look in the room. On the table were five bags: three duffle bags and two backpacks. Weapons, ammunition, flasks for holy water, graffiti spray, food and drinks were spread out over the table and stuffed in the bags. Aliza walked around the room, bringing supplies from point A to B.

'Morning,' she greeted while still walking around with arms full of shotguns, 'what was that about pie? I'd love some pie.'

Dean's face changed to a big smile. He looked at his brother with the 'told you so' look. Sam ignored his childish brother and took some steps toward the table.

'What are you packing for?' he asked.

Her finger pointed at the table. 'This we will need for the coming hunt. I did some research last night, and I called an old hunter friend. He told me about the docks in Gilly Town, where he suspects a demon gathering point. So, it will be crawling with demons. Demons that can finally kill me after years of a restriction. Thought we better gear up properly.'

Dean finally let the pie topic drop when he heard this. 'Whoh. You want to walk in a place crawling with pissed off demons, guns blazing, with three man?'

Aliza gave a little noise off agreement while she continued to load a handgun. Sam grabbed her at her shoulder and turned her to him, so she would drop her activities.

'That's suicide. We don't stand a chance,' he told her sternly.

Aliza showed a crooked smile. 'Not a lot of faith, right Sam?'

'This is not about the power of believing in yourself, Aliza! This is about being outnumbered! Sure, rock salt will hold them back, but we only have one angel blade and the dagger, and that's it! Plus, there is a chance there is a more powerful demon in there too!'

Aliza closed her eyes and sighed. When she opened them Sam could see determination.

'Look. One: I'm a monster. I do have some advantages from that. For example: I'm stronger than a human. I have the same strength as a demon. Plus a butt load of experience on killing demons, since they were on my ass all my life, until I made that deal. Two: We also have the Cult, what leaves us all with a demon killing weapon. And three:' Aliza stopped to sigh and place her arms sternly across her chest, 'I hope Crowley is there. He needs to be put to rest. For good.'

Sam and Dean were taken aback by her harsh words. But they did see the truth in it.

'We don't have anything that can kill Crowley,' Sam started.

'There is one thing,' a voice behind Aliza spoke up. All three moved to see Castiel standing at the other side of the room. He walked up to them with an object in his hand.

'This vile is filled with heavenly fire. It has the strength of the first angels. This is very powerful, so it will remove Crowley from earth and Hell, for good,' he said while holding up a small vile. The inside was filled with white-blue fire, that swirled around in the vile.

'It's beautiful,' Aliza said without thinking.

'That looks like Anna's grace,' Dean remarked.

Aliza and Castiel turned their attention away from the vile. Then Castiel lowered his head in a nodding gesture.

'That is because this is angel grace. Grace that the first angels left behind.'

Aliza looked back at the vile. Angel grace. The thing she lacked to be a real angel. The content of that vile was the difference between Castiel and her. And about a billion years, but that aside.

'Let's do it then. The world, and even Hell, is better off without that drama queen,' Aliza said.

Castiel looked her in the eyes. He had hoped she would think the grace important for another purpose. Something more…graceful? Well that was just bad name giving.

'And you and the rest of heaven is okay with us using this?' Sam asked cautiously.

'No catch?' Dean asked suspiciously.

Castiel looked down. 'I want Crowley dead too. Aliza is right: we are all better off without that abomination.'

That word sent a shiver down Aliza's entire body. That was what Crowley had called her. She was worse than him. But for now, she was the good guy.

…right?

Cautiously and armed to the teeth, Aliza, Dean and Sam walked around the abandoned factory at the docks. It was completely dark outside, there was no moon tonight. The only illumination came from the flickering lanterns that hung on rusty hinges here and there, and the flashlights they carried.

Aliza had picked the angel blade. The first time she touched it, it gave her a little shock. Almost as if the weapon warned her she wasn't supposed to carry it. But that was once, so she continued to carry it. Sam had the dagger ready in his right hand, while he held a flashlight in his left. Dean had taken the Cult, since he had the steadiest aim.

It was obvious the boys weren't happy with this quest. Aliza had basically dragged their asses in this. For personal reasons she wanted to get rid of Crowley, but all of them had their reasons to kill the son of a bitch. Too many deaths were on his name, too much blood on his hands. The brothers had stopped whining ever since they left the car. Now their mind was set, and that was really necessary for tonight.

Castiel said he would meet them inside. He wasn't the most stealthy person to sneak around, so they all agreed on his suggestion. Aliza tried to push the memories from last night from her mind. Each time the boys mentioned the angel, her heart would make a leap. The way they danced, the way he looked at her…the way his lips…

Damn it happened again! Aliza was so done with her own dreamy thoughts, she felt like vomiting at her own sappiness. She needed her head in the game now.

They found a backdoor. It was locked with a simple lock.

'Not too afraid of a break in,' Aliza whispered while Sam started picking the lock.

'Who would break in in a demon hiding spot?' Dean answered sarcastically.

She rolled her eyes at him. Sam broke through the lock and the door creaked open. They all drew their weapons as they walked in the dark building.

There was no light on inside, but the faint light from outside illuminated the biggest part of the building. Still, the walls and corners were covered in dark shadows, possibly holding their enemies. The door they walked through let light in too, taking away their advantage. If they had any.

Suddenly, Aliza started to doubt what they were doing here. Maybe the Winchesters were right, and this was suicide. Maybe they should have asked a bunch of hunters to join them, or wait until some of the demons were gone. They had no idea how many there could be. Not even sure whether Crowley would be here. Did she really drag the boys in here because she was angry with Crowley?

Or did she desperately look for a diversion from her thoughts from last night?

Then she saw something move to her right. She drew the shotgun she was holding and aimed for the place. Then a man came out of the shadows. He held his hands up in surrender.

'Who are you?' Aliza demanded.

The man gave a mischievous smirk. 'Doesn't matter, does it Aliza?'

A shiver went down her spine. 'How do you know who I am?'

'Oh come on. We all know who you are. The girl we weren't allowed to kill. Crowley was very serious about that deal you made. All these years, I felt the itch to tear the flesh from your bones. I felt the need to torture you in ways Hell would be proud of. Do you know, how frustrating that is?!' He yelled.

Then he composed himself again, and started rolling up his sleeves. 'But that deal is broken. I can kill you now. All those years just add up to the gratification I will get from this.'

Aliza felt like she was violated by a pedophile. She pulled the trigger, and a round of rock salt embedded in his flesh. He screamed in pain, but moved forward after a moment. Aliza lowered the gun. Her hand searched for the blade she hid at her back. The demon showed his black eyes and launched himself at Aliza. She held her arm over her head in protection, but the guy never touched her. Someone stood behind him and pulled him back at his jacket. The stranger placed his hand over the demons face, and a blinding light erupted from his eyes. Then his brains went to liquid. Castiel turned around to face the others.

'What took you so long?' Aliza breathed, still a little shocked.

Castiel cocked his head to the side and prepared to ask her what she mend, but then he saw the shadows moving. From all directions came demons, their black eyes reflecting their inhuman souls. The four stood back to back in a circle, eyes on all directions.

'Great idea, Aliza,' Dean said.

'Shut up and fight,' she answered back.

All at once, the demons rushed forward. The fight started.

As one force, the four fighters slashed out with their weapons. Demons fell to the ground, others stormed over their meat suits to form a new attack. Dean had the Cult in his other hand, but wasn't using it just yet. Sam slashed at anything that came too close to his brother. Dean defended himself with a machete drenched in holy water and salt.

Castiel had somehow acquired an own angel blade. He fought quick and clean, like a lawnmower over a grass field. Whenever the demons were too close to slash out to, he placed his hand on their heads and melted their insides. Just as effective.

Aliza circled around her with the angel blade in her hand. In her other she still had the shotgun with rock salt, good for keeping the creeps at a distance. The blade went from the one demon his head to the other his torso. All demons fell at the first stroke Aliza sent out. Saying she enjoyed it was a little exaggerated, but it did give her a good feeling to see her enemies falling so quickly.

An awful scream teared through all other sounds. Aliza's heartbeat stopped for a moment. She twisted her body quickly, just in time to see Sam laying on the floor. He was screaming and kicking, while holding his shoulder with his other hand. Blood dripped down his arm. He must have been hit very hard for Sam Winchester to fall to the floor.

'Sammy!' Dean screamed. He was done saving ammunition, and got the Cult out. He shot effectively at the demons, hitting one with every bullet. One even went through two heads. Aliza took slow steps back to stand protectively over Sam. He was in no shape to get up soon.

Castiel noticed their disadvantage at losing Sam, and leaving Dean with a gun with only a handful of bullets. He quickly impaled the demon in front of him before taking a step back. He dropped the angel blade. Before Dean could ask him what the hell he was doing, Castiel spread his arms. The air seemed to distort, like it did in great heat. But it didn't get warmer, there was just more pressure. Aliza felt her ears popping. Then Castiel slammed his hands together for his chest. All the pressure was send away in a shockwave. Aliza and Dean ducked in time, cowering close to the angel.

The demons however, got the full effect. The wave washed over the demons, taking them out by rows at a time. A long minute passed, one in which Aliza was afraid to look away from the angel towering over her. Then all was silent. She and Dean looked around to see no man standing anymore.

'You son of a bitch,' Dean breathed out, not believing his eyes.

Then Castiel collapsed. Aliza was in time to catch his shoulders, but she couldn't carry his weight. She placed him gently on the floor, careful not to hit his head. His eyes were open and desperately looking around.

'Hey, hey! It's okay. Just stay still,' Aliza tried. The angel was restless. He kept trying to get back up. She tried her best to keep him on the floor, and searched for help from Dean. That was when she remembered that Sam was also out. Dean held his brother up in his lap. He ripped fabric from his flannel shirt and bound it in strips around Sam's bleeding arm. Aliza felt bad instantly. Not only was this her idea, but she had also forgotten Sam the moment Castiel fell limp in her arms. Since when did she worry more about a celestial being than a close friend?

'Sam, you okay?' Aliza asked at last.

Sam looked up and pushed himself up in a sitting position. 'Yeah, I'll live.'

Dean looked up at her too. 'We need to leave.'

Aliza shook her head. 'Crowley might be in here, and we just killed his army of defense!'

Dean gave her a dark look. Instantly she felt bad about her words.

'We can't take him on with two, while we take care of two others. We delivered a huge blow to him, and next time we'll get him,' Dean told her.

Aliza looked down. Her cheeks burned bright red with the shame she felt. After a moment of silence she realized Castiel had stopped struggling. He looked up at her, with these big blue eyes. Was he judging? Was he understanding? It was hard to read an angel's emotions.

'Or not,' a dark voice said.

Aliza snapped her head up instantly, but was already too late. An invisible force threw her across the room, landing hard on her side. Her head hit the edge of a crate, leaving a big flesh wound in her forehead. On the brim of consciousness, she could see the outline of a man in a dark suit. With another flick of his hand Dean made the same air-dive and landed nearby her. He was out for a moment.

'Crowley,' Sam growled as he pushed to his feet.

'Good to see you again, Moose. Now, would you mind explaining why you killed all my servants?' he said, sounding bored.

Even Castiel found his way back to his feet. He struggled for a moment, but when he stood, he stood steady like a brick wall.

'You have violated this world enough! We are here to put an end to your domination.'

With all the effort she could manage, Aliza pushed to her hands and knees. She moved over to Dean and gave him a strong push. His eyes flew open and he instantly was moving back to where the action happened. Aliza followed him, trying to not raise Crowley's attention.

'Oh really, Cassie boy? And how did you plan to do that? You found some weapon strong enough to kill me? I doubt it,' he taunted while inspecting his nails.

Castiel took determined strides towards the king of Hell. When he was close up, Castiel towered over the demon. However, it didn't seem to intimidate him much.

'As a matter of fact, I do,' he spat.

Aliza was surprised by the level of anger in Castiel's tone. Sure, Crowley had done a ton of bad things. But what made him so particularly pissed off?

Crowley studied the angel for a moment. Then his face changed in an understanding look.

'Seriously? You would spent Heavenly Fire on me? I should be flattered,' he said with a smirk.

Castiel recoiled a little, not happy the demon knew his secret weapon. Still, his hand moved to his pocket, ready to pull the vail out. Crowley took a step around Castiel, so he could face the rest of the party. Aliza, Dean and Sam stood side by side, all with weapons at the ready. None of them would kill Crowley, but they could seriously damage the son of a bitch.

'And did the angel tell you what his secret weapon was?' he asked directly at Aliza.

She was afraid to answer. The least trustworthy guy in the room knew her biggest secret. She felt the eyes from her companions on her, so she figured she had to say something.

'He did,' she said cautiously.

Crowley looked taken aback, or he faked it. 'And you went along with his plan? You care more about killing me than curing you?'

It was Aliza's turn to be taken aback. She lowered the angel blade she was holding.

'W-what?' she stuttered.

Was he for real? Angel grace could do, what…make her an angel? Or maybe it absorbed the angelic force in her, and she would become human. Or maybe…like all things from Heaven, it would destroy her. Well, all things except one.

Crowley seemed to find interest in the conversation. He loved it how he knew more than the others.

'Oh, you didn't know,' he started. Then he looked from Castiel to her, and back again. And again, and again.

'Can you stop eye-fucking these two and just tell what you're playing at?' Dean grunted. He clearly wasn't happy that he knew so little about the topic.

Crowley put his hand out and gestured it towards Castiel. 'How is this possible? I know you are a bit of your rocker, but you accept that girl? More importantly, you haven't tried to kill her yet?'

Castiel cocked his head to the side. The look of confusion on his face got Crowley thinking. After a moment – in which Dean declared someone should explain what was going on – Crowley seemed to put the puzzle together in his head.

'Of course,' he whispered. He kept staring from Castiel to Aliza.

That was the moment Aliza had enough. She walked forward, closing in to Castiel. She wanted to reach for the vail. It didn't matter what that grace could or could not do: Crowley had to die. At least if she wanted to live. Crowley noticed her intention and used his powers on her to stop her. He immobilized her, leaving her hanging in the air. Then he Darth-Vadered her a little away from Castiel, to dump her in front of his feet. The grip on her throat remained.

'Stop it!' Castiel yelled, an edge of panic on his voice.

Crowley looked away from Aliza, but she remained squirming on the floor.

'Damn you, Crowley,' she managed to squeak out.

'You are defending her? Of course you are! I understand now. How could I not see this before?' he spoke more to himself. He was about to ruin the party, and Aliza was powerless. The demon walked up to Cas, and started explaining the things Aliza didn't ever want to explain.

'This little brat has been lying to you. She hasn't told you, or your Moose and Squirrel for that matter, what she is. What kind of bubbling pit of nothingness-,'

'Enough!' Castiel yelled in his face. 'You don't get to talk about her like that.'

Crowley laughed. It sounded horrible. He could laugh like that when he ran over a puppy.

'You are deeper in this than I had expected! Cassie, don't tell me you actually care about her?'

Castiel kept staring in Crowley's eyes, but the fire disappeared. He was a terrible liar and his poker-face was even worse. Crowley laughed again and turned his gaze back to Aliza, who was still grasping for breath.

'And you? Alright, you kept this helpless baby in the dark, but you…you should know better. There was basically one threat to you in the entire world, and you run into his arms. I just don't understand why. Or are you just that stupid?' Crowley kept on going.

'I-I trust C-cas…,' she tried to tell him.

Crowley gave a snort. 'So you are stupid then.'

'Look,' Sam broke in, 'I don't know what is going on, but this isn't your business, Crowley. We will leave peacefully, for now, if you release Aliza.'

Aliza tried to turn so she could see Sam. Actually, she would love to do just that. But the conversation had no going back now. They knew too much.

Crowley waved his hand in the air and Sam was suddenly a couple of feet back, sitting on the hard concrete. Dean was swept after him, both sitting there, immobile.

'We are going to finish this talk. After that, I will let you all go. Just for the fun of it,' he said, actually enjoying this sick game of toying with her life and emotions. And her life wouldn't last long if Crowley continued to squeeze her neck like this…

'Alright, I will listen. But stop hurting her. She is nearly choking!' Castiel said back.

Crowley rolled his eyes but compelled. 'Fine. No fun to have her dying before the big moment, anyway.'

The pressure was gone. Aliza gasped for air. She had a déjà vu feeling, only this time the angel would not tend to her wounds. He was going to kill her in a matter of minutes. The thought brought tears to her eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall. She had to be strong when she died. She pushed herself back to her feet, and turned herself so she was facing Castiel. The angel looked her over, looking confused, lost and worried. All the things she had done to the poor fellow.

The poor fellow that was going to kill her.

She looked one more time in those eyes, and was surprised to see totally different emotions than she expected. She thought he would be mad and inpatient with her. But instead, he showed pity and remorse. Could there be a possibility, that she worried for nothing? What if, despite all he was and once stood for, he would accept her? He did accept her so far, and she had already told him quite a lot. Could the angel step away from his belief and fight alongside her?

It was only a flicker of hope in a sea of fear. But there was no other moment than now. The Winchester brothers were still sitting there, helplessly watching the three other people in the room. Any spectator could see it as something hilarious. A demon, an angel and a Nephilim walk into an abandoned warehouse…

'While we made the deal-,' Crowley started, his attention on Castiel.

'I will tell him,' she warned the demon. He turned around to face her. Her face was all seriousness and pain. Deep down she only felt fear, but she was good at hiding that. Together with the fear, she also felt anger boiling inside her. Anger towards Crowley for putting her in this position.

'Go ahead,' Crowley said with an evil smirk on his face.

Aliza took a deep breath, but never took her eyes away from Castiel. He seemed too shocked to move or say anything.

'My mother was possessed by a demon when I was ten years old. She killed my father and tried to kill me. She told me I wasn't human, and demons hated my guts for some reason even they didn't understand. For years I had no idea what I was. I tried to run away from it, but it always found me back. So I decided to fight, become a hunter. Even that didn't help. Sometimes I could get so angry…it even scared me,' she said, barely taking a breath in between.

'Then Crowley came. He wanted to know what I was, so we made the deal. He…looked into my soul. It rejected him, threw him out. But not before he could see the truth…'

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. If this was her last moment, she wanted to stretch it, make it dramatic. What else was there left?

'My father was killed because he had been a vessel. To an angel. My father was an angel, my mother a human.'

Up until this point, no one had done as much as breathed.

'Castiel, Dean, Sam…I am a Nephilim.'

The longest and quietest moment of her life started. Crowley just smirked, but wouldn't say a thing. Aliza averted her eyes ever since the words left her mouth. She was afraid to face any of them. But mostly Castiel.

After what seemed like an eternity, she was too curious about his expression, and dared to look up. His face was like stone. He didn't even look like a person anymore, more like a statue. It was alien, the way he didn't even blink. Aliza started to open her mouth to say something. She didn't even know what. But before she could come up with a word, she heard the fluttering of wings, indicating Castiel's departure.

She didn't even know why, but that was her breaking point. She went completely limp and fell to the ground, crying loudly. Somehow, this was even worse than being killed. He was out there, doing God knows what, telling maybe all of Heaven, while she was forced to live on. Until her moment of execution. It was cruel, and hurt more than actually driving an angel blade through her heart.

She heard Dean and Sam shuffling. They broke free from the spell, because Crowley had left too. Sam rushed over to the sobbing girl, but Dean kept his distance. Sam pulled her in his arms, so he could carry her.

'It's okay. Don't worry, we are not going to hurt you. We will figure this out. But for now, let's go back home,' he spoke to her while carrying her from the building, back to the car. Dean followed suit, not saying anything.

'How? How can you still help me?' she sobbed.

Sam stopped walking and looked down at the girl. Her face was red and wet from the crying. Sam gave her the sweetest, realest smile she could imagine on his face.

'Because you are family,' he told her.

Dean looked back with a dirty look, clearly not agreeing.

THE WORD IS OUT! I REPEAT: THE WORD IS OUT!

gosh, I can nearly feel Aliza's relief.

What did you think of the moment of truth? Did it live up to your expectations? let me know!