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Sam and I finally got Dean to go to bed, after about fifty complaints put into the form of rhymes from him. After a bit of persuading myself, I got Sam to sleep for a little bit while I took my shift to look for a way to un-curse Dean.
"Why can't this just be easy?" I quietly muttered to myself as I browsed through different Google searches on the subject of curses.
I felt a twinge of sadness over the fact that I couldn't just call Bobby, and ask him about it. Heck, he'd probably even get a good laugh over the fact Dean couldn't get a sentence out without sounding like a poet.
"Crelius?" I heard behind me, followed by the sound of angel wings fluttering.
"Cas?" I asked in surprise, turning around in the motel chair.
He almost looked frantic, "I need to talk to you."
I glanced over at the sleeping brothers and lowered my voice, "What's wrong?"
"Gabriel's back." He said walking closer towards me.
"Yeah, I know. He, uh, gave me a quick visit." I said awkwardly.
"What do you mean by 'visit'?" Castiel asked, tilting his head like he usually does when he's confused. "Did he give you any kind of message?"
A part of me didn't want to tell him, even though he probably already knew that Gabriel had told me something.
"He put one in the wrapper of a candy bar." I sighed. "Lucifer's found me."
"I figured he would say something about it." Cas said grimly. "If it really is Gabriel."
"What do you mean?" I asked, not wanting the Gabe I saw to be a demon, clone, or whatever else could take the form of him.
My brother shook his head, "I have thought through all the possibilities, and there's no possible way he could survive a stab from an angel blade."
"But he had to of!" I said raising my voice, before remembering the Winchesters were still asleep. "Besides, how did you know he would try and talk to me if you thought he was dead?"
"Because..." he sighed. "I've seen him too."
"Okay then." I crossed my arms. "You know he's alive."
"But the only reason he 'came back' was to try and convince me to trust Metatron. He could've merely been an illusion then."
"Cas-"
"Look, I know you cared about Gabriel, but I'm not here to argue over whether he's alive or dead."
I shook my head, "Then why are you here?"
A grim expression spread over his face like before.
"Did you know what newborn you would possess when you banished yourself?"
I looked at him nervously, "No, why?"
"Are you sure Gabriel didn't tell you anything else?"
"No, I'm sure! Now what's the problem?" I asked, getting a sickening feeling in my stomach.
I could tell he was having trouble finding the words to say.
"I also spoke to Gabriel, and-" my brother paused. "Lucifer knew you would banish yourself for him, so he somehow made it so that he was able to decide what vessel you would take. He chose a newborn, but that newborn was apparently murdered at a small age. The baby ended up being alive, but was taken to live with a family of Wiccans."
"Cas, who's child was that?" I said, feeling myself go pale.
"Lucifer's vessel, Nick. It was his child."
"What?" I heard Sam say as he got up from the motel couch.
I wondered how much he heard, but at least Dean was still asleep. I don't think he would handle this very well.
"Cas, are you sure? You know Gabriel has a tendency of twisting the truth." Sam asked, walking over to us.
I just stared at the wall, not even knowing what emotion I felt.
"No, this is something Lucifer would do." I managed to get out.
"Well that doesn't make you evil or anything, Jen." Sam said, trying to make me feel better.
"I know it doesn't, but I also know Lucifer's going to try and use this against me."
"I'm assuming his plan is to turn you guys against her, so she'll have no one else to turn to but himself." Castiel chimed in.
"But that's not going to happen." Sam looked at the both of us. "It could just be something the three of us know."
The three of us.
"No, he'll find a way to let everyone know. Not just you guys." I said, knowing he also didn't want Dean to find out.
"Creliu-I mean, Jen, is right." Cas nodded.
What else could I do? Lucifer had planned this all along. He planned for everyone to turn against me. He planned to torture me with the image of Gabriel. And he planned for me to be his daughter.
"He'll find a way to turn my other sibling against me if they find out I'm the sort of child of Lucifer."
"There's gotta be someway to stop this." Sam insisted.
A million thoughts rushed through my mind, until one idea stuck out to me.
"I have an idea." I said looking at the both of them. "Cas, you're gonna need to un-curse Dean."
"What do you plan on doing?" Sam asked.
As stupid as my plan was, it was just as good as when I had the idea to banish myself.
"We're gonna need to summon a trickster, and plan my death."