"Work" was four hours of running through records of strange deaths involving people being stuck into the ground with large spires.

According to Sam, this was very similar to some of the things he had seen in apocalypse world, except the spires shot out of the ground, instead of into the ground.

You and Jack weren't helping very much, research-wise. While Jody listed off the people who had been hit with these spires, Sam ran through their records looking for similarities between them, or reasons Michael might go after them, and Cas was searching angel radio for signs, either from Michael or the other angels. Jack was supposed to be doing that too, but he spent his whole time distracting you. You were supposed to be looking for lore behind spires and the meaning for killing people like this, but you were being distracted.

Jack started playing this game. He was making weird faces, hoping to get you to laugh. As stupid as it was, you couldn't stop yourself from giggling a few times, which caused Sam to scold you for not paying attention. But, Jack was determined to make you actually laugh, not just chuckle.

You were trying desperately to focus on your book when Jody jumped forward, startled. "Wait. There's been another."

"Another death?" Sam asked.

She nodded. "It was a little over thirty minutes ago. Hold on… Sam… Look at this."

They huddled over the laptop while you looked to Jack, confused, but all he did was lean forward, resting his head in his hands.

"Jack?" You turned to Cas, but he was doing the same thing.

Sam peered up from the laptop and looked between the two boys as they both slowly came out of their haze and looked to each other.

"Another angel is dead," Cas said firmly. Your eyes darted to Jack for confirmation, but he didn't say anything. He wore the same stoic face as Castiel.

"Yeah. We know," Sam said finally.

"What? Since when?" you asked, not putting all the pieces together.

"Check out this picture."

You walked around to take a look at what Jody had just found.

The photo was of the most recent murder. In front of you was a woman in a white and grey suit. There was a large, grey spire protruding from her chest. And around her, burned into the concrete, were two large wings.

"So what does that leave?" you asked. "Six angels? Seven?"

Cas shrugged. "I don't know. But if Michael is taking out angels now… We're basically extinct."

You sighed. "Sam, tell me you have good news in your research."

Sam shook his head. "You?"

"Nothing."

"So what? We've got nothing?"

A heavy silence hung over the room as they all absorbed your statement. A day that had started with such high hopes was suddenly even more hopeless than the rest. Most people stared down at their hands, unsure what else to do, but Jack's eyes wandered, observing the faces of the people around him. Finally, he cleared his throat.

"Here's what I learned, when I was in the apocalypse world."

Everyone looked up at him, ready to grasp the small sliver of hope he was bound to offer.

"-Michael is after anyone who opposes him. He would kill anyone he considered a rebel, which is basically all of humanity. He created his army out of angels, because the were the only people he trusted not to cross him. They all held the same ideals as him, because he was their leader. Now, it isn't much, but if he plans to do the same here, I think his first order of business would be to prove himself as the new leader."

You were surprised, you didn't normally see Jack so serious.

"Okay… Good! That's a perfect start. So, do you think Michael's marking his territory perhaps? Going after people he sees as threats?" You turned to Sam and he shrugged, turning back to his laptop. "Okay, and the angel? If he wants to use them for his army, why would he kill one? Surely he knows they're on short supply."

Cas offered up an answer. "Oh, well that's Elhlin. She would have never complied to his army idea. She was probably just another threat to him."

You snapped your fingers. "Good leverage too. 'You don't want to join? Fine. Look what I've done to this angel.' People wouldn't argue then."

"Aha!" Sam cried.

"What?"

"The first victim: Lester Kent. He was a preacher. Supposedly a few months before he died, he was quoted saying things like, 'we all can be like the angels' and 'the angels are flawed creatures too'."

You jumped at this news. "Perfect! He's denouncing the high pedestal Michael's trying to put the angel's on."

"Oh! I've got something!" Jody shot up too, pushing her computer in front of your face. "Daisy Howarth. She was a hunter. Apparently a while ago she was known to target angels who were asking people to be their vessels."

You nodded. "So there is a pattern."

"But how can we track something like that?" Sam asked you.

You shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe we can't. But we do know what he's looking for in a victim now. So… perhaps we find someone he'll go after. Use them as bait."

"Me," Jack said. "He wants me. We need to make me obvious and he'll come."

You shook your head. "You're not strong enough for that, Jack. And maybe… maybe he'll try to recruit you, not kill you. We need you on the sidelines ready to attack, not in front of the jaws of an…" You froze, an idea striking you. You didn't like it. You really didn't like it, but it was exactly what you needed.

"What's up, Y/N?" Sam asked.

"The downfall of the angels." It was quiet, barely a whisper.

"What?" Sam asked, but Jack heard you.

"No, Y/N. You can't be serious."

"Is there any other way?"

"What are you talking about?" Sam tried again.

"It's me," you explained. "The prophecy. I'm going to be 'the downfall of the angels'. He'll go after me. I can do something stupid, cause some sort of havoc. He'll come check it out right away, and then, I cast a tracking spell. Once he knows what I am, he'll follow me. I'm stronger than Jack right now, so I can protect myself, and you guys can make a plan of attack. But then, we'll finally know how to get to him."

"Y/N, you can't put yourself on the line-"

"Jack's right Y/N. What happens if we can't get to you in time?"

"You will still have Michael. Once that tracking spell is done, why does it matter what happens to me?"

"We need you to cast the separation spell-"

"You said you had some other friend who could do it. You really don't need me, Sam. But we can't put Jack out there. Or you. Or Cas. He'll know its a trap. Michael and Dean don't know me. They won't suspect I'm helping you."

There was a pause. No one in the room spoke. For a moment you could feel everyone's emotions in a large wave. Jody was lost. She didn't yet know what you were, but she wasn't going to argue. Cas was determined. He was set to get Dean back with any means necessary. Sam was conflicted. He didn't want to put you in danger and risk your life, but he couldn't argue with your logic. And Jack was mad.

"Good," you said, knowing full well that not everyone was on board. "Now then, tomorrow we set off. I'm going to need the ingredients to a tracking spell, some holy oil, and someone to drive me out of state. I'm thinking a city-wide power outage. That's sure to get a lot of attention by the supernatural forces."

You began to leave, as you finished up your spiel. "You boys be prepared. As soon as I'm done, I'll send you the tracker. Get on your plan. I'd really rather not die by being speared into the ground by a giant concrete spire."

Once you were out of the room, you took a giant, deep breath. Okay Y/N. Get it together. You need to be ready.

You took another step towards your room when Jack walked into the hallway. "Y/N."

Keep it together. He's angry. If you start to freak out he'll call off the plan immediately.

"Hi Jack."

"Y/N, please don't do this."

You sucked in a breath. He sounded scared. He was worried about you… But there was no time to dwell on it.

"Jack, I have to. It's our best option. Don't worry about me, okay?"

He struggled to meet your eyes, and clenched his jaw. "Y/N, I promised I'd look after you."

"I can look after myself," you reassured him. "I'll be fine."

You turned and left before he could say anything else.

The drive with Jody was silent. Sam explained to her yesterday what you were, but luckily that didn't seem to change her judgment of you.

"We're almost there," she said, finally, after hours of driving.

"Thank you."

There was another pause.

"You know you don't have to do this, right?"

You sighed, knowing something like this would come up. "Of course I do."

"No. Sam would never ask you to do something like this. They'll figure something else out. Those boys… They always find a way."

"I don't have to do it for Sam, Jody. I have to do it for me. I don't… I'm not a good person. I need to prove that if the boys are going to- to trust me, that I'm worth it."

She sighed. "Oh honey. They already think you're worth it. You don't need to prove anything."

"How do you know?"

"Because I know Sam. Sam and Dean, they're my boys. I would know if Sam didn't like you."

"So what? It doesn't make me anymore worth the trouble."

She leaned forward, placing a comforting hand on your knee. "Believe me. He thinks you're worth the trouble. You should have heard him talk about you. And have you seen the way Jack looks at you?"

You chuckled, thinking back to your game yesterday when he was making faces at you. "Oh yeah, sure."

Jody looked at you, not convinced you understood, but let it be. "Okay, we're here. Where should I drop you off?"

"Anywhere will do," you told her.

She drove down a few streets, finally stopping somewhere less populated on the side of the road.

"Thanks again, Jody."

"Good luck." She said as you stepped out.

All you could do is nod.