Your footsteps were silent on the carpeted ground of the hotel. You checked the numbers eagerly, excited and nervous to meet your fellow cambion.

You reached a door and knocked slowly, listening to movement from inside the room.

As the door creaked open, a gun was immediately trained on you. You didn't flinch like you did last time, simply glared at Jesse as he came into view behind the door.

"Not this again," you criticised. "What if I was a cleaning lady?"

"I'd apologize for frightening you," he stated, opening the door wide enough for you to walk through.

"No, you'd be kicked out immediately. Not to mention, unless you have a permit to carry that gun around, which I doubt you do considering you still don't know how to hold it right, you could get in serious trouble."

"Alright, alright," he conceded. "I promise not to point the gun at any cleaning ladies."

You chuckled as you set down your bag and was met with two pairs of curious eyes.

The boy, David Starling, was sitting at a kitchen counter, chewing on some cereal. He dark hair, like Jesse's and dark orbs for eyes. The girl, Kim Blanchett, was lounging across the couch. Her dirty blonde hair hanging over the side. She also had brown eyes, but they were much softer. You wondered how this girl could possibly be the same one going around threatening angels, but you didn't doubt that she had some fire in her.

David spoke up first. "Uh hey. I'm David."

You nodded and looked at Kim who introduced herself as well.

"Kim."

"Great. I'm Y/N, I'm-"

"The leader?" David asked. "We know."

You were taken aback by his sudden statement. "Leader? God no. Why would you think-"

"Uh," Jesse interrupted. "I just figured that you would be best and I-"

"Jesse told us that you were bossy and secretive and that if we just do what you say it would all be good," Kim responded.

You glared at Jesse. "Bossy?"

He shrugged. "Well, you are pretty scary."

You were going to respond, but David cleared his throat. "Sorry. I thought that you knew. But anyways, seeing as your the man with the plan, I definitely think you should be the leader."

"Oh no," you said. "I really shouldn't I mean, Jesse's the oldest and-"

"Your the most powerful," he shot back. "And the most trained."

"Oh my gosh," Kim announced. "Why don't you both be leaders and we can get started on this training thing."

You weren't exactly happy with the arrangement, but pushed down your complaints. "Fine. On to business. I'm not sure how much Jesse told you, but there are six angels still alive and one archangel."

You picked up your bag and sat down in a chair by Kim, pulling out your laptop. You pulled up all of your research.

"We are only targeting four of them."

"What?" Kim asked. "Why only four? I was promised that I would bring down Heaven itself and you're telling me I only get to fight one angel?"

You sighed. "Well if it makes you feel better, I've killed multiple angels in my life, so you can have mine if you really want it. Not like there's much glory in the death of Heaven's finest."

Kim scoffed. "We're demons. We should be proud of our heritage and our destiny."

"Yeah, well I'm not," you snapped at her. She pulled back slightly, obviously not expecting your argument to her statement. You rolled your eyes and pushed your computer towards her. "Here's what we got. Michael is the archangel. He currently has plans to basically take over our world and he has four angels on his side: Izrius, Mesiel, Pethillion, and Efanial. These are the ones we're after."

"Why not Michael?" Kim asked. "We'll bring down the whole system if we get Michael."

"Michael's off limits," you responded coolly. "Others are already tracking him, they just need us to get rid of his entourage."

"Oh what?" Kim exclaimed. "You work for someone else? Were you hired to do this? Build a team of angel fighters so that someone else could steal the prize?"

"Kim," Jesse said forcefully. "They're her family."

You were kind of surprised to find Jesse defending you. You knew he wasn't fond of the people you lived with.

"Look," you said. "As much as I'd like to kill off Michael myself, we aren't trained like they are, and they have some personal beef with Michael. This is their fight. I just want to help, but you guys can go back home if you like."

Kim took a minute to size you up, before grumbling, "fine. Not Michael."

You smiled at her. "Thank you. Now then, Adah is another angel. She's in hiding from Michael. We aren't sure if she'll survive, but nevertheless she's not on our hit list, so just forget about her. Now, I was thinking we-"

"Wait, you missed one," David interrupted. You gave him a look, so he went on. "You said there were six angels and an archangel. You've only listed five angels."

"She didn't want to bring up her angel best friend," Jesse retorted.

"Your friends with an angel?" Kim asked, shrilly.

You bit your lip, getting impatient with the girl. "Yes I am. The last angel is Castiel and he is not on our list either. He's working to beat Michael right now and yes, he knows what I am doing and agrees with it wholeheartedly. So no, we won't kill him."

She put her head in her hands and you felt like she was pretty upset with you too, but you wouldn't dwell on it. If Kim wanted to be known as the demon who killed off the angels, that was fine with you. As long as she left Cas alone.

"Now then, we need to get the angels' attention. Draw them away from Michael. I say we have me do something, as Michael knows who I am. He won't go after me directly, he'll probably send his henchmen out. Then, we attack."

David approached, looking over your research as well. "Okay great. But, uh, Jesse said we'd get some sort of training before we… ran into battle?"

"Sure," you agreed. "Jesse's a hunter and I'm well versed in… angel killing. It shouldn't be a problem. Although, I don't have any angel blades on me. I'll go back to the bunker and grab those and we can reschedule that training sessions for… Thursday?"

Jesse looked at you, confused. "Aren't we on a time crunch? Perhaps we should get right on the training. Tomorrow?"

You paused, knowing full well that you had an appointment tomorrow and wouldn't be able to make it.

The other two looked at you for a response. "Oh, um, I'm not sure if tomorrow will work."

"What? Why not?" Kim asked.

"Yeah, Y/N. What could possibly be-?" he paused when he saw the desperate look in your eyes. "Oh. Yeah, I guess we can wait."

You were still tense, knowing the others were going to have questions about his sudden change of heart.

"What just happened?" David asked, slowly.

"Nothing," you responded. "I think Jesse forgot about my busy schedule. I promise I'll be back here on Thursday with Jack and we can get right on it."

"Who's Jack?" Kim asked, suddenly interested.

You stood up grabbing your stuff. "He's my boyfriend."

"He's also part angel," Jesse whispered to Kim, somewhat teasingly.

You reached the door and turned around. "Okay guys. I'll see you later. It was nice to meet you both."

David smiled at you, but Kim was more… hesitant.

Jesse followed you out, giving you a brief hug before you left.

"Good luck tomorrow," he whispered to you.

"You don't even know what its for."

He shrugged. "Maybe that's true. But hospitals are never fun, no matter what you're there for."

You nodded. "You're right… They're not."

"Hey Y/N," Sam said, as he strolled in. "Did you know it's your one year anniversary of moving in?"

You raised your eyebrows suddenly. "What? You're kidding."

"Nope," he assured you. "One full year."

You were completely taken aback by the news. You had spent the past 6 weeks training Kim and David (and Jesse sometimes) about combat. You weren't really keeping track of the time anymore.

"How do you know that?" you asked.

He smirked. "I was searching for a contact in my phone the other day and I came across our first phone call. You know, the one where you were telling me a demon had destroyed your apartment?"

You giggled. "Oh right. That one," you played along.

"And I realized the date was today, so I was waiting for today just so that I could make a big deal out of it."

You couldn't help but grin at him. "Well thank you… for letting me stay in your home for so long. I honestly was planning to leave as soon I could, I promise. I'm not sure when I stopped looking for somewhere else to stay."

"It's when you realize you loved us too much to leave," Dean joked.

"I'm glad you stayed," Jack said as he came up behind you and gave you a hug. You held onto his arm and he kissed your temple sweetly.

"So, to commemorate this event, I say we all go out for dinner tonight. You can pick where."

Dean scoffed. "What? Dude this is so unfair. We don't even know the day we moved into the bunker. How come there isn't a day I celebrate my wonderful home by going out for burgers?"

Sam started to argue, but you cut in, "Actually Sam, burgers sound great. I don't have any reason to do something fancy."

"That's my girl," Dean said with a wink and you could feel Jack's arms tighten around you slightly.

This wasn't the best plan as you immediately shrunk away from his touch in pain. He looked at you confused.

One of the side effects of your new treatment was easily bruising and bleeding. The bleeding wasn't too much of a problem, but you hadn't noticed how often you bumped into things till now. You had a small bruise on your right knee and shoulder and a large one across your stomach from a training mishap with your fellow cambion.

You bit your lip as an apology, but Jack wasn't going to let it go that easily. "Y/N? What's wrong?"

You sighed and pulled down the sleeve of your shirt slightly so he could see the shoulder bruise he was just putting pressure on.

It looked much worse than it was. It was really dark and at least two inches in diameter.

"It's just a bruise. I ran into a door frame the other day, but really I'm fine. You just startled me."

You looked up, to see his eyes had drifted away from the bruise to a spot closer to the center of your chest.

"Y/N, what's that?"

You quickly lifted the sleeve of your shirt to cover the misshapen, pale mark on your chest. "It's nothing."

You could tell everyone in the room didn't believe you. It's not like you handled it very smoothly.

"Y/N where did you get that scar?" he tried again.

"It doesn't matter," you assured him. "I have plenty of scars."

"Yes," Jack agreed, "but you told me about all of them. The one on the back of your hand is from an accident when you were a kid, the one on your temple was given to you by your dad, and the one on your back was from the time you were stabbed after getting Dean's blood."

Dean's head shot up at the suggestion, remembering the day, but unaware of how you were injured.

"So, why don't I know about that one?" he asked more forcefully.

You looked away, but got no support by any of the others in the room. All of them looked somewhat curious as to what had happened.

"I… It happened after my mother died. The demon came in and killed her and then… stabbed me. It was the parent of a different cambion. I don't know who, but it thought I was on unfair ground and wanted to get rid of me."

There was silence, before Dean said, "Uh Y/N. That would have pierced your heart. How did you survive?"

You met his eye, before saying, "I didn't."

Jack grabbed your shoulders, immediately worried. "What?"

"Jack calm down. You've watched me die before… remember?"

This didn't seem to ease his conscience at all.

"That's how you knew Billie," Dean said, snapping his fingers. "You said you had met before and she told you…" he remembered suddenly the other people in the room that didn't know you were going to die of cancer. "...Told you you were important," he saved himself.

You nodded. "This was back when Death was an old man. He told me I had to go on living and that the world had plans for me and… when I woke up the demon who had killed me and my mom was dead and my father was there."

Jack pulled you into another hug, this one much softer. "Y/N, why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't… I've never told anyone before. I just didn't really think about it."

Jack leaned away and gave you a quick peck on the lips. "Well thanks for telling me."

You smiled. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Get a room," Dean snapped at you.

You stepped out into the sunny field and met your three new comrades, all equipt with angel blades.

Jesse, Kim, and David all stood together, looking proud and strong. Almost four months of training had led up to this day.

You approached them, nodding in greeting. Jesse and David were both grim with anxiety, but Kim was smiling wide. The two of you had for the most part gotten past your different views on your destiny and she had learned to respect angels, and not to think so much about going after them as a species, but going after Heaven and all the bad leadership its under. However, she still had quite the temperament and was out for blood today. You were pretty sure she could take on all four demons alone if she wanted to.

David you had learned wasn't as much the fighter. You weren't worried for him today, you were sure he could hold his own, but his help had been much more in strategy. He had been the one to find the field for the battle and a way to draw the angels attention.

"Are you guys ready?" you asked.

They all agreed, no one up to say much else.

You suddenly felt lonely, wishing Jack were there. He always was able to calm you down before a fight. He really wanted to be there too, but you had told him not to come. As helpful as he was, you knew it wasn't his fight and thought he should save his energy for Michael.

You gave the group one last look of warning before closing your eyes and concentrating on heat. All heat, anything you could get control of. Body heat, the sun's heat, and all the dry grass around you, but you had to keep it in check. The fire spread around your group rapidly, but didn't stayed outside of a circle you created. This was your battleground.

It took a little bit for the angels to notice. But they showed up, ten minutes later, all carrying their blades.

David and Kim each ran for one, ready to win this. Jesse let the other two come to him. His only job was to make sure no one disturbed you while you tried to keep the fire at bay.

You tried to keep tabs on the others, but it was difficult to do so, while concentrating.

Kim was doing really well. The angel she had chosen was already on the ground and you were sure he'd be done for in a matter of seconds.

David was okay, although he had taken a pretty good punch to the face, he was still going. You figured if he didn't have the upperhand within the next two minutes, Kim would come over and finish the job for him.

And Jesse was amazing. He stood in front of you like a bodyguard and deflected every move with ease. You watched him, letting the fire sizzle out slowly in the field and suddenly felt bad that you didn't try to get to know him more. He was the first person like you you had ever met and you kind of tossed him aside as the weaker one.

I'll make it up to him, you decided. It was important to you that after all this you could be friends with Jesse. Because he was a good person. He had gotten this team for you, convinced them to come all the way to Kansas to help you fight in a small war and done that all knowing that you wouldn't be able to fight much yourself.

You were getting weaker and Jesse noticed, but he never asked you again why. He respected your privacy and everytime you had to cancel plans or sneak away, he turned the other way.

He swung around and got one of the angels in the stomach. It lit up, its grace being stripped away and he placed a hand over his eyes, like you taught him to do.

You could feel the field fire slowly fizzling out and you knew it was okay to drop your guard and join the fight.

Kim had already bested her angel and was helping David, who now had a large gash across his arm.

You turned to check Jesse's progress just in time to see an angel blade catch him in the stomach.

"No!" you screamed, your fury blinding you to everything but the last angel standing.

You ran for it, sliding under it armed hand pushing it away, just long enough to catch it in the heart.

As it died, you could see Kim and David dragging Jesse out of the way. You ran towards them kneeling down in front of your wounded friend.

"Hey. Hey now. Hey," you stuttered, not sure what to say. "C'mon, let's get this out of you."

You reached for the blade, not sure why you were so anxious, but Jesse stopped you.

"Y/N stop." He held your arm away from the blade. "I'm going to die."

Those words hit you like a ton of bricks. You couldn't help noticing that what looked like the blade sitting in his stomach, it was obviously angled upwards and could have possibly punctured a lung.

"What? No, you're not." You struggled to find words, not sure what to say anymore. "You'll be fine. It's just a flesh wound. Couple of days. Just a couple of days and you'll be okay."

You couldn't stop yourself from repeating your words as if saying them over would give them more meaning.

"Y/N, it's not just a flesh wound," he insisted and you started to see the blood pooling in his mouth.

"Oh god," you say and finally start seeing how dire the situation was. "Okay." You tried to keep your head. "Then, we take you to a hospital."

He shook his head. "There isn't enough time."

"Jesse?" you asked, but he didn't respond and you knew it was over.

You shook his body a few times and suddenly felt tears fall from your eyes, though you didn't remember them watering. "Jesse no," you insisted. "You're stronger than this. Jesse, come on."

The sudden feeling of regret washed over you. All those things you had thought about during battle: being a better friend to him, talking more, telling him the truth, you'd never get to do. You ran out of time.

"Somebody call 911!" you yelled back to the other two, holding onto the hope that he'd make it through this. "Please Jesse. Please, please, please…"

You could barely see anything, your body racked with sobs. You faintly heard David whispering something and you thought you heard Jack's name come up, but you didn't think about it, too struck by grief.

Kim suddenly reached down and grabbed your arm, pulling you away from the body, but you weren't ready to let go and fought against her.

"Stop! Jesse! He needs help! Please!"

She tried to calm you down, but you couldn't feel anything but fear. It's Jesse. Jesse's in trouble. You have to help Jesse.

It's like you knew exactly what was going on and at the same time couldn't believe it.

In the blink of an eye, Jack stood in front of you. You wanted to reach out. To run forward into his arms, but you had more pressing matter. He looked at your tear stricken face and Kim holding you back and his features hardened.

"Y/N, what's wrong?"

"It's Jesse! Jack, help him!" you struggled more to free yourself from Kim. "Let go of me! Jack, you need to heal him!"

He looked at Jesse's lifeless body on the ground and shook his head.

"Y/N, you know I can't-"

"Try! Try Jack! Please."

He looked at you helplessly. He knew that no matter what he did, you'd be disappointed in him. An angel can't heal a demon, and even if he could, Jesse was too far gone.

Jack kneeled down next to him and put a finger to his head. He shook his head at you. "Y/N, he's dead."

You broke free of Kim's grasp with a new determination, stumbling down beside your dead friend. If you had just gotten there sooner.

"No, he's not," you insisted. "He's going to be okay. He has to be."

Jack didn't say anything, just leaned over and hugged you. The warm feeling started another wave of tears.

"No. He has to be okay. Jesse can't just die. Not like this. Jack this is all my fault. Please. There must be something you can do-" you blubbered.

"Shh," Jack interrupted. "We should go home. Let's go home."

He rubbed your back soothingly, as he transported you both back to your room in the bunker.

You sat there, in his arms for what felt like hours, unsure what else to do or say but cry.