"Yo."

"Don't suppose you got a 20 on the Darkness."

"Uh, Well, I thought I had something earlier. Half a town flipped their gourds and started attacking people, but it turns out they'd eaten rabid possum meat."

"Okay, they do realize that possum is a giant rat, right?"

"It's actually a marsupial." Grace suddenly popped back into the bunker from wherever she had been, much to Deans dismay.

"Okay, you, you need to stop doing that." She took one of the chairs and propped her feet up on the table, "Hey, hey, hey. Were you raised in a barn?"

"No, but I was raised with you two. And I think that might qualify in the same category." Dean made one of his 'Very funny, smart ass' faces as Sam carried on with his report.

"Check this out, um, a couple was ax-murdered in fall river, Massachusetts, at—wait for it—the Lizzie Borden bed and breakfast museum."

"A B&B and a museum."

"Yeah."

"that doesn't sound like a tourist trap at all." Dean popped open his Beer and started to pace,

"I mean, the thing is, the inn was Lizzie Borden's actual house."

"In 1892, she hacked up her dad and step mom there. Or—or allegedly hacked them up. She was eventually acquitted, ended up spending the rest of her days in Fall River hounded and persecuted by the townspeople." Dean and Sam looked at Grace with odd expressions.

"What? I can't know things?"

"It's weird you know that thing." Grace quirked a brow up. "Well, considering I've actually been alive since before time was a concept…are you really surprised?" Sam and Dean shared a look,

"What?"

"Oh, um, nothing…it's just weird." Dean chugged his beer before going to grab another one from the fridge, Sam just sat and stared awkwardly.

"Why is it weird?"

"Oh, you know, the whole 'My sister is really a cosmic entity all her own' thing, is a bit hard to digest."

"Oh, but Dying and coming back countless times is easy to accept?"

"Touché." Grace looked thoughtful for a moment, "What's up?"

"If I hadn't been…you know, me. Do you think you and Dean would have eventually hunted me down?" Sam closed his laptop, staring at her for a few seconds before finally answering.

"I mean, it's possible we could have. But honestly? Probably not. Having grown up with you, I don't think you have it in you to hurt someone who didn't at least deserve it." She smiled, her blue eyes seeming to glitter in the dim light.

"Thanks Sammy."

"Borden B&B. how may I help you?" the concierge could be heard in the background trying to calm down some prospective costumer to the charming establishment, but it didn't sound like it was going well.

"So, I guess Lizzie Borden has her own doll." Grace looked at the creepy figurine,

"It's a shame they got so many things wrong." Sam and Dean gave the blonde another strange look but kept inspecting certain items.

"Yeah, went a little overboard on the crazy eyes." Once the desk clerk hung up the phone They finally approached the desk.

"People still freaked out about the murders, huh?"

"Some find it exciting. Can I help you three?" Grace could tell Sam was like a kid in a candy store right now, but bit back her laughter,

"Yeah. We read about the tragedy, and I'm a bit of a history buff. And I just wanted to ask, do you think the killings had anything to do with Lizzie Borden—I mean, her ghost, or whatever?"

"Probably just some crazed fan broke in, right?"

"These are great questions, guys—ones we usually answer for our paying guests." Grace rolled her eyes as Sam scoffed,

"Right…" Sam was about to hand the man a twenty when some woman walked into the room.

"Mason! You forgot to cancel the bakery order!"

"Mom, I'm with customers."

"$200 worth of Danish and no guests to eat it!"

"These three can put away a few." Deans eyes fell on Grace, somewhere in his mind he wondered f she was like Cas now and just didn't eat.

"It's coming out of your paycheck." She finally left, the man looked devastated. "Of course it is."

"Working with family can be tough. OW!" Sam stepped a bit to the side as Grace smacked Dean upside the head.

"Bitch."

"Jerk." It felt like a Paradox as Sam and the desk clerk watched the two.

"20 years. And you have your pick of rooms." Sam wasted no time now, "Well take the one the couple was in." Grace smirked under her hand, Sam and Dean just gave her another sideways glance,

"The deceased couple?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Mm-hmm. We came a long way to see some ghosts. We figured there's the most unrest there."

"Uh, we're not renting that room right now…out of respect." Dean slapped forty bucks down on the counter and the guys eyes lit up, it was the same everywhere, money talks…

"But you gotta get back on that horse sometime. Lucky. We redid the room." The concierge handed Sam the key.

"Great. And now that we are paying guests, did you hear or see anything unusual that night?"

"Not till we heard the screams. I told mom to stay downstairs, and I ran up there. Oh, god. Blood.

"And who was the couple?"

"Local kids. I mean, nothing special abut the girl, but the guy—he was a descendant of the original bordens" another shared look between the brothers as grace grabbed the key from Sam,

"I'll go put the bags away."

"Thanks, Grace."

"Sure thing, Dean-o"

"I think I'm gonna throw up." Grace looked around the room, "Huh…just like she left it."

"What?" Grace frowned, there were a lot of jokes these two just weren't going to understand now.

"Kidding…sorry." She set her bag down in the corner. "You two can have the beds."

"What about you?"

"I'm thinking I won't sleep much." Dean flashed her a sympathetic look, there were so many things different with her now, and frankly it hurt him.

"We're surrounded by Doilies. They're everywhere."

"Okay, you think the inn keeper might have mentioned this before he ripped us off?"

"At least you know he ripped you off." Sam gave his sister a look and she just shrugged, falling into the antique arm chair at the desk.

"Ugh, I guess you're gonna have to get yourself another room. Because, as grace stated, this was Lizzies original room, and I'm not giving it up."

"What are you, 4?" Sam pulled out the EMF, "Look at that. That jibes with what people online have been saying about the upstairs—crying in empty rooms, footsteps, buzzing lights."

"You two are children." Both brothers looked at her, wondering if that was meant to be a pun…

"Says the only deity in the room." She looked offended now, "Hey, I'm not a deity, I do not have a religion."

"Well, yeah, because no one knew you ever existed…" Dean trailed off realizing what he'd just said.

"Oh, I—I didn't mean that." Grace stared at him in utter shock, the blonde stood after a second and left the room without another word to the boys.

"Good job, Dean."

Grace popped out of the inn back to the bunker, traveling this way was a lot easier than traveling by car, that much she appreciated.

"Grace?" She turned to see Castiel, "Hey, Cas."

"I thought you Sam and Dean were on a case." She scuffed her boot on the floor at the mention of her brothers.

"I'd rather not talk about my brothers…well, I guess technically they're not my real brothers. God…everything is so confusing!" she felt something against her cheek and leaned into his calloused hands, her eyes met his disconcertingly gentle gaze, and they both shared a smile.

"What happened?" he kept his gaze strong as her eyes drifted to the floor.

"Dean said something, back at the B&B…" Castiel noticed the overwhelming look of misery in his mate's eyes,

"What did he say?" still she refused to look at him, she finally brought her eyes back to his face and his expression shifted.

"Why did no one remember me but Metatron?" the angel's breath hitched in his throat, Graces eyes were intense, empty, he was unsure how to answer.

"I'm not—I don't know." His answer was genuine, she could tell by the look reflecting back at her.

"Castiel…" he could see the tears brimming her waterline and a small part of him wanted to beat the shit out of the eldest of the Winchester siblings.

"Come here." The Angel placed a chaste kiss on the blonde's lips, pulling away after just a few seconds,

"What was that for?"

"I learned that from Netflix. Apparently, it's a way to ease tension between couples." She quirked a brow up, this must have been something Dean explained to him.

"Castiel?" the Angel in question looked down at her, he had always known there was someone meant for him, all Angel's had a predestined Mate, but to him, she was the most resplendent.

"Hmm?"

"Shut up." She closed the gap, kissing him a bit rougher than he had her.

"Thanks."

"Detective Madsen? Agent Collins." Dean watched his brother interact with the local precincts detective.

"You weren't feds earlier. And where's that blonde who came in with you?"

"Well, um, my partner and I were undercover investigating the original murders, Agent Holst got another assignment and had to leave."

"I never saw her leave. And where the hell were you when my mom was being…" the on sight detective looked curious.

"I'm so, very sorry, Mr. Kemper" the detective put his hand on Kemper's shoulder,

"We're gonna find the son of a bitch who's doing this." Dean finally stood, surveying the rest of the room, scanning for any real EMF now tat they generator had been shut off.

"He had just finished locking up. No one as inside but him and Mrs. Kemper. Staff went home hours ago."

"And no suspects for the first murders, either?"

"Hi, I'm agent Gabriel." Dean finally introduced himself to the detective, "Listen, I saw this guy hanging around earlier, uh, snapping some photos, and he ran away when I tried to make contact."

"Let me guess—short, chunky, baby-faced?"

"Yeah, that's him." The detective chuckled, "That's Len. Total teddy bear. I went to High School with him. Obsessed with ghosts, but harmless." His tone was reassuring as the brothers shared a look.

"Ghosts? Hmm. Is that a real issue around here?"

"According to the chamber of commerce, absolutely."

"Right."

"I'll send an officer over to Len, get a statement from him."

"You know what? You guys got your hands full. We'll, uh—drop by."

"Thanks."

"Mm-hmm. You betcha."

The two had found one of the many empty bedrooms in the Bunker.

"I missed you." His wings had flared out after he'd shed his coat, they were one of her favorite things about the angel, reaching out touch the obsidian feathers. The angel gently pushed her back into the awaiting mattress, trailing butterfly kisses down her neck, towards her collar bone.

"I missed you, too, Castiel." She touched his face, drawing his gaze to her face, "Before we get to far into this…" The Angel stopped, he knew that look.

"What is it?"

"What do you remember?" Castiel looked confused, "Remember? I'm not sure I—understand." There was the cute head tilt of his.

"About—about real me. About Avarin?" the angel looked deep into her exceedingly crystalline, blue eyes,

"I get flashes of memories, from time to time."

"Memories, so we did know each other?" the angel smiled,

"Yes. You loved to help with the moon." His mind wandered back to another memory.

"Castiel!" the solemn angel watched with a barely visible smile as the small child bounced up to him, same time as usual.

"There's my little moonbeam." She scrunched her nose up at the nickname, "That's silly."

"And you're not?" Avarin puffed her cheeks out, eliciting a chuckle from the seraphim.

"Hey, Castiel. Do you ever want to interact with Humans?" She sat down by his feet. "I suspect I will someday. But for now, I am content to watch them."

"I think Humans are amazing, they are resilient and if they fall down they get right back up on their feet and try again. They help people often, without ever expecting anything in return." His eyes trailed to the little body sitting next to him.

"Well, Little Moonbeam, it's almost time." She stared up at him, "Adar is pulling the sun down?"

"Yes, so we must pull the moon up."

The memory ended and Castiel smiled

"Moonbeam."

"What?"

"I used to call you my little Moonbeam. You'd come every night to help me pull the moon up." The smile on his face was so kind, and gentle, grace matched him as something flashed in her mind.

"I think I remember, we pulled the Moon up while Adar pulled the Sun down?"

"Yes. You were so…inquisitive. You asked me a lot about Humanity, as it grew and changed, you loved them almost as much as god himself."

"Well, all things considered…" he chuckled, Grace smiled again in response, "I've kind of killed the moment, haven't I?" she looked apologetic,

"No, not at all." She smiled, caressing his wing again, he almost purred at the delicate feeling.

"So…"

"It's been a hard year, Grace…" she stared up at him, "Thinking you might be gone for good…" she felt his hand brush some hair from her face,

"When you suddenly landed in that room, I didn't know what to think. Then Efram and Jonah…Hannah even, they were going to use you to make me suffer."

"Do you think they knew, too?"

"It's…difficult to say. But I'd guess Hannah knew. anyways, enough about that."

"What happened in the year I was gone, Cas?" he rolled off her and laid on the mattress, folding his wings in.

"Four Ax murders in two days, no leads. The whole towns panicking like it's the purge."

"Yeah, not the whole town. Mrs. Pinski doesn't seem too broken up over the fact that her husband was butchered in the driveway." Sam and the detective left the crime scene, but the former wasn't buying the wife's behavior, something was off.

"You saw the body. She was in shock."

"Still."

"People have freaky-ass reactions to loss." Hearing his cell go off Sam stepped away for a second.

"Excuse me. Won't be long. Dean?"

"I think we found Amara."

"Wait, Amara was here? How?"

"Oh, and the real crazy—apparently, she's like 12."

"What? How is that even possible?"

"It ain't Wheaties she's eating, I'll tell ya that much."

"Meaning?"

"Len—he ain't doing so hot. I think Amara sucked out his soul."

"Dean went demon again?"

"Well, not exactly." She tilted her head, almost mimicking him, "We also met Crowley's mother, Rowena."

"Ah, the red head who trapped us in the warehouse?" he nodded.

"It took forever to get out of that damn place…though I guess I could have ported us out, but watching Dean have a fit was kind of funny." She grinned as the two lay side by side.

"Grace…"

"Hmm?"

"Is it all right if I keep calling you that?" it was an innocent enough question and she turned her head to look at him.

"Why wouldn't it be? It's how you know me here on Earth. The same goes for Sam and Dean." There was silence for a few minutes, "Look, just because I have these memories now, doesn't mean I'm a different person."

"I know." Castiel ran his thumb over the back of her hand and she felt the light brush of his feathers as he enveloped them both in a stolid, dark cocoon.

"So, Amara's just growing like a Radioactive weed?"

"Yeah, by stuffing her face with souls."

"Does that mean she's gaining more power, too? And for what?"

"I don't know. That tsunami's gonna hit us sooner or later. Right now we gotta deal with what we can deal with—all these spent shells Amara's leaving behind."

"You don't think Len's our Lizzie Borden, do you?"

"No, I-I talked to his neighbors, and except for me seeing him at the B&B, he's been here all night. So, we can't kill him 'cause he hasn't done anything yet."

"Dean, we don't…want to kill him. We want to save people, remember?" Dean snapped his fingers, he'd forgotten about their discussion the other day

"Right, your new rules." Sam flashed his brother a look of uncertainty, "Why hasn't he offed anybody? I mean, it took Jenna all of walking downstairs to slit her grandmother's throat."

"I don't know. Maybe not everybody who gets their soul sucked out turns into a killer."

"Or maybe he just hasn't gotten around to it yet. All right, well, I think the best thing is we just stick close until we figure out how to help him out, which starts by you telling him he's got no soul."

"Me?" The younger sibling was caught off guard by his older brother pushing story time off onto him.

"Yeah."

"Why do I have to do it?" he looked mildly offended at Dean's reply.

"Well, because you've been there. You speak the language. And Grace kind of…flew the coup…" Sam narrowed his eyes at his brothers attempt of a joke.

"Well, she might have stuck around if you hadn't been an asshole."

"What did I say?"

"Well, let's start with 'Because no one even knew you existed' Dean."

"Hey, I apologized for that. Besides, it's not like they wrote about her in the bible." Sam looked at his brother with intrigue, "You read the bible?"

"I skimmed, it only ever mentioned this Jesus guy and the big man himself. No mention of a lesser known child."

"And it didn't occur to you that maybe there's a reason?" realization finally dawned on the eldest of the siblings.

"Oh…"

"Yeah, Dean."

The impala was sat outside the recent victims house as Sam rang the door bell, but no one answered.

"Hello?"

"Sydney. this is agent Collins. We're trying to find Mrs. Pinski. Do you have any idea where she might be?"

"Um, no. she, uh—she didn't mention anything. Dawn didn't want me to come over today."

"Sydney, you are part of a federal murder investigation. You do not want to hold anything back from us."

"Okay, there might be one place that she could be. Dawn has a friend—Nate—a special friend"

"Okay, I'm reading your mail."

"Look, I don't want to get dawn in trouble."

"Do you have an address?"

Grace woke up, still cocooned inside Cas' wings, there was no way she was going anywhere until the angel let her go, but a smile spread across her face as she watched him.

"Good morning." His expression was easy as a smiled tugged in his lips. He drew her closer, if that was even possible, placing a quick, fleeting kiss on her lips.

"Morning." Another kiss. "Hey, Easy boy." This earned her a chuckle as he finally retracted his wings and sat up.

"I enjoyed catching up." Grace smirked, "Maybe next time we can make it a bit more...exciting." Castiel pulled her into his lap, "Let's not let there be a next time." He softly bit the skin on her neck, she tilted her head to give him better access, enjoying the rough stubble that dotted his jawline until an image flashed in her mind.

"Cas…"

"Hmm?"

"Sam and Dean…" he pulled away, hearing the urgent tone in his mate's voice. "You are amazing, Castiel. But I have to go." The angel nodded.

"I'll be right here when you get back."

"I know you will."

"She's close. She hasn't left me."

"Well, bring her on out. We've been hunting that bitch for weeks." Sydney jammed the butt of the shot gun into Dean's temple just as Sam got his hands free.

"She is a goddess!" Sam had a weapon in his hands just as a sudden whoosh echoed in the basement.

"Actually, that's just me." Grace socked Sydney in the jaw just as she shot off a round at Sam.

"No one touches my brothers." The soulless babysitter stood, aimed and ready, to fire another round into the woman who'd punched her.

"Go ahead. Shoot me." Just as she was about to fire the gun there was a sick crunch from behind Sydney, and as the woman fell forward standing there, with an ax in his hand, was Len.

"Holy crap, I just did that."

"Hey. Hey." Sam pulled himself back to his feet as Len held the Ax out in front of him like it was poison. Grace grabbed the axe away from the chubby man,

"Easy there, Dugan. Your soulless, not stupid."

"How did you—" Len didn't get to finish his sentence as all eyes drifted back to Sydney as she muttered something, crimson liquid flowing over the concrete floor, "The darkness is coming. It's so peaceful. It's coming for all of us."

"Hey, Kid." The little boy said nothing as Grace sat next to him. "Jordie, you have any, uh, family you can stay with?"

"When I was 14 years old, my dad died, my mom had passed way earlier that year from similar circumstances, I realize that's nowhere close to what you've lost, but…you will survive this. People are going to help you."

"There's my aunt Kathy. She comes at Christmas." Grace smiled as the little boy finally spoke.

"Hey, How did you just appear in the house?" Grace just winked at the Jordie, "Uh-Uh, a good magician never reveals her secrets." He grinned.

"There's a smile. Don't ever lose that, Jordie."

"So, I can't believe Len turned himself in. "

"I mean, it kind of makes sense, you know. People having different reactions to losing their souls. I did. Everyone's got their own history, right?"

"Len loses his heart. Sydney loses her head. What are we looking for the cowardly lion next?"

"You know, I get this, like, pit in my stomach anytime I think of her—the Darkness—like, we only know the tip of what she is, what she does to people."

"Sam…What she is—She's evil, but not in the sense we would think about here on earth."

"What do you mean?"

"She's Chaos, sure, but she's not—how do I explain this, created evil? She does these things because she doesn't understand, God locked her away before she could experience creation, so all she knows is destruction."

"Well, Len was freaked out by her, but Sydney—Sydney couldn't get enough."

"Different strokes for different Folks, Sammy."

"The…bliss she was talking about, you know?" Grace stared out at the lake, "That bliss isn't bliss, Sammy. It's just a momentary escape."

"What was it like for you, Dean? Did you feel like that with Amara?"

"No. No, I mean, it was quiet, you know, till, uh till se started hatching killers and rallying monsters to raise armies."

"So, that's how we have to find her, huh? Follow the bodies?"

"You got a better idea?" Grace watched her two brothers, her own mind lost in thought.

"I might. But you might not like it, Dean."

"Well, let's hear it, then I'll decide."

"We use the one thing she wouldn't dare harm."

"Yeah? And what's that?" Sam and Dean stared expectantly,

"Me."

So, this chapter probably sucks, I know, but I'm working on straying from the episodes a bit so it's not all cannon dialogue anymore, and I really hope I did a good job. And I hope you enjoyed it regardless.