"So, that was the last of the neighbors, just like the rest." Dean sat at the table, staring off into space, his mind on the woman from the smoke cloud as well as his sister.

"Dean?" Sam leaned over towards his brother, "Dean?"

"Yeah."

"You okay?"

"Yeah." Sam knew he was lying, "Yeah, I'm fine." He wasn't fine, not in the slightest, Cas had turned up WITH his sister, bloodied and looking like he'd been through purgatory and back…again, he wasn't even in the realm of fine.

"Just saying we got nothing. No one saw anything unusual going on in the house the day the baby disappeared."

"If this is truly the darkness we're talking about, it's more of a time bomb than a baby." Cas was sat slumped in a chair, a blanket draped around him, kind of an odd sight as angels didn't really get cold.

"Yeah, but it is still a baby, right? I mean, the darkness I saw was an adult. So it still has to, uh, grow up." Cas looked at Dean with uncertainty.

"The darkness is almost infinite power. I'm not sure what "Growing up" means in this case."

"Well, god kicked this things ass once before, right?"

"Yeah, it'd be nice if he put down the Mai Tai and show up for work." Dean stood from the table and walked off.

"I wouldn't count on it."

"It's possible he's around. Closer than we think, you know?" If only they knew that wasn't technically wrong.

"What makes you say that?"

"I believe he made a fairly definitive statement when he walked away." The angel stood, forgetting they had shackled him to the chair.

"Sorry about those, Cas. Till we know what's going on with you, you're still a bit of wild card, you know?" Cas sat back down in the chair.

"I hate to point this out but you both know who we might need to help deal with the darkness."

"Don't even say it."

"He was god's scribe. He did hear about everything."

"That' just like saying it." The spell on Castiel had begun to act up as he growled animalistically from his chair.

"Cas, you all right, pal?

"It's the spell."

"We were hoping your angel wiring would fight it off or…slow it down at least."

"It appears I simply respond differently from humans."

"If you were human, you'd be gone. With you, it's like it's digging deeper."

"You know, Rowena's the only one who can remove it"

"We're doing everything to find her, okay? But so far, we've got nothing."

"Well, it's getting worse." As the brothers went back and forth with one another Cas hunched over in his seat.

"On top of that we have her to worry about." The topic sifted to the girl propped up in the corner.

"It's been a few days, Dean, and I know, it sucks, but she's not showing signs of waking up."

"She'll be fine, she's just recharging." Sam and dean looked at Castiel, "Recharging? Cas, she fell out of the sky at the same time that crazy smoke flooded Nebraska."

"I'm aware."

"Oh, you're…He's aware, Sam." Dean looked at his friend, Castiel looked unimpressed, "if you know so much, when is she going to wake up." To say that Dean was stressed out would be an understatement, he had a cursed angel and a comatose, possibly supercharged, sister to worry about now, considering the size f the crater she'd left in superior.

"Dean!" Cas looked back at the blonde, she seemed a much smaller now, more serene, "I wish I knew." He was worried as much as his friend was

She wandered through the white, clouded area, she could hear her brother's voices somewhere in the distance, but saw no one and nothing as she moved forward…or backwards, it was hard to say.

"Sam?" nothing "Dean?" still nothing,

"Cas?"

"Hey, sunshine." She turned towards a familiar sight, "Gabriel?"

"Give the girl a prize." She narrowed her eyes, "Why are you here?"

"I'm your guide, sweetheart. I'm here to lead you back to those oaf's" she frowned at his choice of words.

"Those "oaf's" are my family, Gabriel." The messenger angel just smiled "No they're not, Sweetheart…well, Cas, maybe all things considered."

"What are you talking about."

"I'm talking about your little chat with the big guy, I know you remember. Or perhaps…that fall scrambled your brain again."

"Quit avoiding the subject, Gabe." He smiled, "You're god's daughter, Sunshine. Grace Winchester never actually existed, she was a lie." Flashes of her chat with chuck came back and she gingerly touched her head.

"So then…"

All the memories you have with the douche patrol down there, they're real, but Grace Winchester is not. God put you on earth to keep you safe."

"Safe? Safe from who?"

"Your mother." She was confused, "My mother was human, why would he need to keep me safe from her?"

"Sweet cheeks, your mother was FAR from human."

"What are you talking about?" the angel just smirked, "Afraid I'm not supposed to tell you anymore than that."

"Gabriel!" the angel was gone, and she really wished he'd stuck around, just so she could punch him.

"Come on, Crowley, pick up. I've left you a dozen messages." Dean hung up the phone "Why isn't he answering the phone?"

"Because he's a dick, and that's not breaking news."

"He's gotta have Rowena in his sights, right? I mean, she did try to take him out."

"He's not going to deliver Rowena to us just so she can lift the spell. He'd rather let it do whatever it's gonna do to me."

"He's gotta be up to something."

"Yeah. Again, not breaking news. Metatron is also off the grid. He stole your car in Blaine, Missouri, right?" Sam turned his attention to Castiel.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, uh, no accident, incidents, violations, or anything remotely interesting involving a crappy '78 continental Mark V" The angel looked down at Sam's comment.

"You think its crappy?" neither brother knew how to respond without furthering the angel's already hurt feelings,

"Eye of the beholder" was Deans reply as Sam typed away on his laptop, trying to track down "Yeah." Dean took his seat again,

"Was a shut-in for centuries. Former scribe of god. You wouldn't think he would be a good driver."

"You know what? I'll look for unusual occurrences at places he might hang out." The angel was unusually quiet, appearing to mull over something,

"Cas?" he looked up as Sam called his name, "Places Metatron might hang out."

"Um? I mean, he loves waffles. You could try places that have those."

"Okay, so, every restaurant in the entire country?" the spell began acting up again, as flashes of Crowley surged through the angel's mind,

"Cas?" Castiel fell from his chair, seizing as the spell continued to work, "Cas? Cas, hey!" Sam scrambled from his chair

"Easy! Easy! Cas?!"

She still wandered the white abyss, still hearing her brothers…were they her brothers? Gabriel had said Grace Winchester technically never existed, that she was God's daughter,

"Who am I?" she was still Grace on the outside, but she wasn't ever Grace to begin with, the Disney move 'Alice in wonderland' popped into her mind

"I'm her, but I'm also me…none of this makes any sense." She groaned

"Its not supposed to make sense." Oh great, now she was talking to herself? No, literally, right in front of her, was herself.

"Cas? Hey, are you okay?"

"Relative to what?"

"You know where you are? What's the date?" Dean had a hand on his friends shoulder to keep him laying down.

"Earth. Several billion years from the beginning." The angel looked annoyed at the questions. "Come on, Buddy." Dean hoisted his friend back to his feet.

"It's like I was…inside a blender that was set to puree for a tomato salsa." Dean cracked a smirk at this, "And you're the tomato?"

"In this analogy, yes."

"Yeah." Sam pulled his arm back as Cas steadied himself, "Cas, what was that? You scared the crap out of us."

"I blacked out for a lot of it. But I…I don't know. It overwhelmed me. I-I couldn't control it."

"Let's get him up. Come on, Come on." They helped Cas back into his chair.

"There ya go." Dean patted his friends back "We gotta find that witch."

"Yeah."

"What can I do to help?"

"No, No, No, you just, uh, sit there and take a breather, try and put yourself back together." Cas looked exhausted as he slumped in the chair again, as Dean put the blanket back on him.

"Okay. I'll do my best. it's…" he groaned, bringing his hands to his head, "It's difficult with these voices." Sam and Dean looked put off,

"Now there are voices?"

"Are these voices telling you to hurt someone?"

"No. Guys, I'm—I'm hearing angel radio. It's a lot of chatter. They're…they've been looking for me ever since I escaped, as well as scouring the earth for the perp. Sam and Dean stared at him, surprised he'd even used slang.

"It's slang for "Perpetrator.""

"Ah"

"Yeah, thank you." They knew what he'd meant "Um, A-Any…"Perp" in particular?"

"Metatron. They're doubling the effort to find him, so…if we need to get hold of him, we better do it soon."

"Yeah, before the god squad does. All right, well, first thing's first."

Sam went back to typing on his laptop, "Listen to this. May be something here. Uh, in Denver, three women were at this Café Elta, when their waiter, for no apparent reason, stabbed and killed one. One survived and the other vanished after furniture seemed to slide around by itself. What do you think?"

"Hi, who's your led on the Café Elta investigation?" Dean was already on the phone

"Gabriel's right, you know." Grace stared at her mirror, "About what?"

"About dad, keeping us safe."

"Keeping us safe means taking away our memories, and fabricating an entire existence? This is going to kill them…" she thought about Sam and Dean first, it had always been that way.

"They'll get over it, but you need to wake up so you can help them. Think about Castiel." Her mind had wandered to the angel a few times since she'd woken up here.

"Castiel? What's wrong with him?" her copy laughed, "You're all powerful now, why don't you find out?" Grace rolled her eyes at herself, "Well, you're helpful." Her clone snapped her fingers and a screen popped out of thins air.

"O…kay?" on the screen was Sam, Dean and Cas, and in the very corner, her body.

"Agent's, here ya go."

"We got it. Yep." Sam and Dean stepped into the interrogation room, Closing the door behind them they took a seat across from the woman.

"Hello."

"So, Lady lunch goes south when a waiter, who reeks of sulfur , attacks with a blade, killing one of you, while the red head who invited you, yells something in Latin, disappears, and the furniture forms a pile. that about right? "

"Uh-huh."

"Any idea why a demon would wanna attack three witches?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." The red head tried to play coy, but neither brother was buying it, Grace had pulled this act a lot when they were younger to get out of things.

"right. The waiter was possessed by a demon assassin who was gunning for Rowena, since she tried to kill her son Crowley, who just happens to be the king of hell."

"Why do I think you're not F.B.I like the police said?" the woman huffed, she must have figured out she'd been caught.

"Let's cut to it.. the cops say you're so scared, you don't wanna leave here." She gave a slight nod, indicating that was in fact, the truth.

"Well, you should be, 'cause Crowley's not only going after Rowena, he's going after every witch that she hangs with."

"I-I'm no witch."

"Sure, you are. And your pal, Rowena, she's recruiting a new coven, hmm?" there it was, she tried to make a run but Dean was quicker,

"You can't do this. I have rights."

"And I have a fake badge." Some things clattered out of the woman's purse as Sam broke the tension, "Look at this. Chicken bones. Hex bags. A pentagram. Still sticking with, uh…not a witch?" he dropped the medallion back on the table and looked at the red head.

"Abite, ab oculis meis—" dean sat her back down, "Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah. Listen, before you finish what you're about to say, we are the only thing between you and Crowley's ninjas."

"But I didn't try to hurt him. I mean, I am nobody. I-I'm worse than nobody. I-I'm nobody's third cousin who doesn't even get invited to dinner."

"We don't care. We just need to know where Rowena is."

"I have no idea."

"But you do know how to scry, is that right?" she looked confused as she shook her head,

"Scry? What's that?"

"Exactly what you know it is. A locating spell. When you witches use crystals and then prisms and mirrors to divine images of who you're trying to find."

"We're trying to get our hands on Rowena. Okay, now with her out of the picture, Crowley has no reason to go after you. You got it?" she thought it over for a second before letting out a long winded sigh.

"I don't have my crystals."

"Oh. Well..." He reached for a small hand mirror that Sam had pulled from her purse. "This oughta work, huh?" he held open the foundation compact in front of her.

"I'll get the light."

She could see Rowena Now, thank her dad for this screen, the now blonde, witch was getting into a taxi headed for the airport.

"Reality is so much better than Cable." At least until she realized that the cabby was her brother. "Oh, Ouch…" her copy just smiled at her "You know, he gets tossed around a lot." She had no room to argue, it was true.

"Yeah…it's a miracle he's not any dumber… granted, Sam was always the smartest of us…but if you tell him I said that I'll erase you from existence." She'd been here entirely too long, she was threatening herself. She really needed to wake up, but she had no idea how.

Dean groaned as he righted himself, Rowena advanced, "Just my way of giving you the finger Mr. Winchester. I don't suppose you're here to thank me for removing the mark of Cain, which, by the way, you're welcome. Let's just take things up a notch. What do you say?" she upped her spell as Sam slapped the shackled back on her.

"I think you'd know by now, Samuel, these things don't hold me long."

"I just need to hold you long enough."

"Well, they do say blondes have more fun."

"To pull up information on a car, select search box, type in violations, and enter license plate number, make…" as Cas tried to type in the info the computer fritzed and brought him to some Asian porn website called Fortune nookie.

"Fortune Nookie. Your premier website for all your Asian girl fantasies" The angel looked perplexed, wondering how the hell he had gotten this when all he wanted was to find his car.

"We have hundreds of lovely girls just waiting to chat with you 24 hours a day." Castiel closed the Laptop in frustration, the only girl he wanted to talk to, among other things, 24 hours a day, was Grace but all things considered, that wasn't possible right now.

"What could "Fortune Nookie" be?" his head raced again as Rowena's spell echoed in his skull.

"Castiel…" The angel let out a guttural growl as he stood, trying to get it to stop.

"Don't" All he could see was Crowley's face as images flashed by, his eyes finally landed on Grace, his expression softened, but only a little.

"I miss you…I wish you were here. I mean, I guess you are here, but you're not…" one could see the heartbroken look in the angel's eyes as he watched his Mate sleep in the corner, he wondered if she was uncomfortable, his shackles made It impossible for him to get closer to her, which was probably for the best.

They secured Rowena in the dungeon, "Mind the undergarments, Samuel. Imported, of course."

"Where is it?"

"Where is what, dear?" Her playing coy was pissing off both brothers,

"The book! The book of the damned. The codex is in there, but the book is not. So where the hell is it?"

"Do you take me for a fool? Like I'd run around with those two spectacularly powerful items anywhere in proximity."

"Well now we've got the codex and Charlie's code-breaking, so the book isn't as useful to you as it was."

"Or so you hope." The red-haired witch smiled from her new prison.

"That's what I admire in you, Samuel. That plucky optimism. That plucky, stupid, optimism." She laughed as Dean excused his brother from the room.

"Sam, why don't you go grab Cas so Florence nightingale here can do her stuff."

"Hmm." Sam wasted no time in taking that command as he left the room.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?" Sam looked worried as he came back into the dungeon, "Hey, I can't find, Cas."

"What?"

"He's not there. He—He—broke free. He's gone. But that's not our only problem…"

"Grace?" Sam nodded. "Grace." Rowena looked confused as Dean slammed his fist onto the table.

"Dammit! For a comatose body, she gets around a lot…"

"I didn't know you boys had a sister."

"It's not your business." She looked taken-a-back, "Touchy subject?" the boys Ignored the witch and went off to look for their friend and now missing, still comatose, sibling.

"So absurd, driving in circles looking for your unhinged angel and bran dead little sister."

"Hey, she's not brain dead, all right? And we're not driving in circles. We're locked onto his phones G.P.S" Dean took personal offense to the red heads comment about their sibling. "We're tracking his location."

"I have no idea what you just said, but I'm sure I could do it faster." Neither brother was giving into her trick.

"Yeah, maybe you could, but you would have to do a spell, which means we would have to take the cuffs off, and we are not going to take the cuffs off."

"There's no trust? Are we not a team?" Sam and dean didn't even hesitate, answer in synch.

"No." as they continued to drive Rowena sighed, "You wouldn't think a road trip with two such strapping lads could be this tedious. Shall we have a wee sing song."

"No!" another simultaneous response from the boys,

"I have myself to blame. Should never make deals with the Winchesters, since they seem unable to hold up their end of the bargain."

"Meaning what?" Dean was clearly growing annoyed of the woman's constant chatter.

"Oh, just that thing between Sam, Crowley and myself."

"What? What' she talking about?" Sam looked guilty, and pissed off at the same time.

"Oh, surely, you knew Sam made a deal with me to kill my son if I removed the mark of Cain from your arm. Well, is the mark gone? Yes. Is Crowley dead? No. Mm. oh, he didn't know? He didn't know!"

"Look, I was gonna tell you. Obviously, nothing ever came of it, so I-I figured there was no point, you know?"

"No point, huh?" Sam knew he was in trouble, but they had bigger things to deal with right now.

"I-I mean, I see what Dean's saying. Our wee pal Castiel wouldn't be in this pickle if you'd done wat you promised. I would've had no reason to cast the attack dog spell if Crowley were already dead. Excellent point."

"It's not my point. Sam knows my point. Keywords—secrets."

"Ah, well, I'm just glad I got the conversation going. So, tell me about this sister of yours." Dean flashed Rowena a look in the rear-view mirror,

"Grace is none of your business."

"Grace, What a lovely name. you know, I always wanted a daughter, but instead I got stuck with…"

"Hey, you stay away from our sister. And let me make this clear, I'm not asking." Rowena slumped in the back seat.

Cas left Graces body in the darkened Alleyway as he began to stalk the woman who had just passed by, hiding again as she turned back, he had been on earth long enough to know that he needed to do so, but the moment the woman turned her attention away he was right there behind her. The brunette screamed as he swiped her phone from her hands and took off running.

Meanwhile, back in the alley way, Graces eyes twitched.

The doors to the Impala closed as the boys pulled Rowena from the back seat,

"Come on." The got out with little difficulty, "All right, he's gotta be around here somewhere. If we find race, we'll find him. I'll head up the street, you guys head the other way."

"Are you joking? I'm in heels." Dean actually looked at her feet but decided he didn't care, the red head had turned their friend into a rabid angel attack dog, and he was now on the loose.

The woman kept running as Castiel pursued her, as the woman ducked into an abandoned building Cas stopped outside, sniffing the area to try and find her. Catching her scent Castiel started banging on the door, trying to get inside.

Once the angel finally got into the building he searched for her, growling. In a Rage he started trashing the place, throwing boxes of who knows what to the floor.

The sound of Crashing boxes drew dean to the abandoned factory, he hadn't realized he'd walked right past his sister's sleeping body, Castiel had tucked her behind one of the dumpsters before pursuing the brunette.

The sound of boxes and metal clanging brought him to a propped open door, figuring it was worth a shot he went inside. It wasn't until he heard a sudden scream that he hauled ass in that direction.

"Cas! Cas!" Dean had found the angel choking the life out of some poor, unsuspecting woman. "Don't do this. Okay, this isn't you. It's the spell. You can beat this." Cas showed no signs of letting up.

"Cas…think of Grace." He angel showed signs of hesitance now, Dean had no idea the angel was in fact picturing his little sister " Cas…Let her go." Once his hands had loosened the woman took off.

"Go, Go, Go, Go. Hey, okay, Okay." Dean closed in on his friend, low growls still flowed from the Angel as he stared at his hands.
"Its gonna be okay, buddy, All right?" Dean thought he'd had Cas calmed down, that was until the Angel tossed him into a storage shelf, just letting the eldest Winchester have it.

"Desiste." The angel finally stopped dealing blows and stared at his hands, Sam had Rowena at gun point as she uttered the spell. Everyone turned to stare at the two.

"Do I need to remind you these are Witch-killing bullets? Finish it." Sam wasn't asking, that much was clear.

"Yes, Yes, all right. Adlevo onus tuum." Castiel fell, seizing up again, Dean watched his friend with Worry.

"Cas?" He looked as if he were choking, "Cas?" finally the tremors stopped "Cas, Hey." Everyone had failed to notice the whoosh of wind that had gone through the room, blue eyes stared out of the darkness.

"Hey, Hey, Hey." Dean kept his voice soft as Cas finally opened his eyes, all evidence of the spell gone.

"Come on, Come on. Yeah." As the boys sat up, they could hear, just barely, soft foot steps.

"Hey."

"You know…I always knew you two shared a more profound bond…and I'm his mate." All eyes turned to the figure emerging from the shadows.

Dean almost couldn't believe his eyes, and Sam looked Terrified that this might have been another one of Rowena's spells, the aforementioned witch took this opportunity to escape, blasting the boys out of her way before running off. The figure just stared after her as she left the building.

"Who's there?" she finally stepped into the light and everyone froze.

"Grace?" the blonde smiled, looking at her brothers, before letting her eyes fall on Castiel.

"Surprise."

So. Chapter 4 is done, and I REALLY hope you enjoyed this, I enjoyed the dramatic come back of Grace/ Avarin, and I will not apologize for making you all wait either for I am sadistic and enjoy other people's pain MUWAHAHAHA.