Dean stood with both hands resting on the table in front of him. Spread out on the table, there lay an array of books, sheets, documents and pictures.
"What's all this?" Grace asked curiously, wandering over. Dean looked up at her, and the others who were slowly joining them.
"This, this is why you are here," he pushed a few of the sheets, revealing more underneath. "As you may or may not know, the angels in this world aren't always amazing at their job. Crap happens basically, but there were four angels who never strayed from their position and are now regarded as pure. They were Lakesan, the angel of bravery, Cameira, the angel of confidence, Dallaire, the angel of love and Chandlin, the angel of hope. You are the embodiment of these angels; they ceased to exist in their original forms a long time ago, to protect the purity, but now live on within you. That is why you guys are at the top of most demons to do list. If they can overthrow the balance, then they have the upper hand," he explained.
"So what are we going to do?" Rauna asked, "It's not like we can just spend our lives running from them."
"Right now, there's not much we can do, but-" he trailed off, looking to Sam to finish his sentence. Sam stepped forwards, holding up one of the books that had been lying on the table.
"You are all the embodiment of an angel, meaning you have the unique abilities and characteristics, they've past onto you," he explained.
"Well who's who?" Ellie asked from the other side of the table.
"You may have noticed your surnames are very similar to the names of the angels" Dean began, "That was no accident." Dean was right, Lakesan – Rauna Lakewood, Cameira – Ellie Cameira, Dallaire – Grace Dalton, Chandlin – Tessa Chandler.
"And it hasn't gone unnoticed that you all have certain abilities, unlike other humans. I'm sure they have been a burden to conceal, but will serve you well in your upcoming survival" Castiel added.
"Wait. You guys have it too" Tessa said with a look of shock on her face.
"Have what?"
Tessa raised a hand, delicately twisting her fingers, making interesting patterns in the air. At the same time, every loose sheet on the table lifted into the air, dancing around in the illusory breeze. Every eye in the room widened and a few amazed laughs reached her ears. "Not exactly" Ellie smiled.
"Come on then Ellie, show us what you can do" Dean beckoned jokingly.
"I would," Ellie grinned, "but I'm too busy being you." Dean looked up to see himself staring back and gasped slightly. Then Sam stood there, who soon shifted into Rauna. "Come on Rauna" she nudged her original copy, "You're turn." Rauna laughed with amused distain. She punched her copy playfully, who turned back to Ellie with the impact.
"Well…" she trailed off shyly, looking to the floor.
"Oh come on" Dean encouraged. She looked up, grinning and turned to Sam. A sudden look of confusion washed over his features, before his hand raised and he slapped himself cleanly across the face. "You have got to teach me that" Dean laughed.
"Ow" Sam whispered, rubbing his cheek. "So what is that?"
"Influencing, I guess" Rauna smiled. She raised both hand and something amazing happened. Everyone in the room was surrounded by a glowing light, fragmented and sparkling like a primeval anomaly. Each aura a different colour, showing their emotions, mostly amusement at that point in time. "I can influence lots of things, radio's, TV's, people, emotions" she admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed.
Dean turned to ask Grace what her abilities were, but she was not there. He looked at Castiel urgently; Cas had his brow furrowed. He suddenly looked towards one of the bedrooms, as if he could feel her there, or hear her. He hurried off.
The room was dark, she had obviously chosen to keep the light off. She was hunched in the corner, by the window. The day had slipped into darkness over the last few hours and the dim light of the moon filtered through the glass, struggling to illuminate her. They were in a comfortable silence, neither one willing to break it. They remained like this for several long seconds, but then Castiel heard something. It was quiet and soft. Was… Grace crying? He stepped forwards, but she turned in an attempt to hide her face.
"Are you alright?" he questioned with concern. She did not answer. He placed a hand on her gently shaking shoulder and spun her round. She gasped slightly, but it was not of surprise, it was more like she had given up. The silver light of the moon, lit up her tear stained face. "Look," Castiel said, trying hard to comfort her, but not really knowing how, "I know it's hard when you're not used to this. You probably don't understand the situation as your life has been so different," his deep voice was full of innocent sympathy.
"It's not that" Grace cut in through her tears. He gestured to her.
"Please, enlighten me."
"I knew" she cried softly, a few more tears rolling from her eyes. "I knew" she repeated in a whisper, looking up to the heavens. "They didn't believe me. They said I was crazy," she looked back down to Cas, "They said I was crazy, Castiel. But here you are, and you're real. Finally, I know why my mother died, and I was right. It was all real." She cried slightly harder, through relief and closure. Castiel didn't quite know what to do, but he understood what she had said. Eventually, he let out a sigh.
"Come here," he pulled her close, wrapping her in tight arms. "It's okay now. I believe you," he comforted. They stayed, holding the embrace for what seemed like an eternity, before Grace gently pulled away. She looked into Castiel's liquid sapphire eyes.
"I'm so scared" she whispered. Castiel sighed unnoticeably.
"You don't have to be. Dean and Sam will keep you safe and I won't let anyone hurt you" he replied.
"Okay."