Summary:

-Lillian finds herself in a dream with the mystery man and discovers something new about herself

-Theres two uninvited guests at Lillian's door and she's not thrilled about it

A/N:

i'm gonna be using italics for flashbacks and to show dreams and obviously regular font when in the present. there will be dates shown beforehand or will indicate that there's a flashback when one is coming up so it's not confusing. for dreams it will be more obvious to be able to tell that it's a dream and not a flashback, if you are confused feel free to ask anything!

It was dark. Very dark. She couldn't see her hand in front of her face type of dark. Though she felt comfortable here. She's done this before. Lillian relished in the dark. She might not be able to see but she can sense exactly what's in front of her, even in her subconscious. She took her time walking forward to her destination.

Eventually she came to a stop. She was in front of a large barred cage. She sat down in front of it and sighed. It was heavily warded, so much so she couldn't see what was inside. She could feel it though. She felt a pull towards it. She's not sure what that pull was or what it meant. It's not the same as when she met her father where she immediately felt like she knew him and wanted him to reveal himself. This was something else. She wanted things to reveal naturally with whomever this creature of sorts was inside, he peaked her curiosity. Lillian doesn't know what their talks mean to him and who she is in his mind but she secretly wishes he gets the same pull feeling too. Usually they have talks about her day because he never budges to talk about himself, he doesn't seem too eager to reveal his past or identity. She will reveal details about herself but always leave out the parts about what she is and who her parentage is. Lillian and Gabriel agreed that it's the utter most importance for her identity to never be revealed considering his identity is a secret and nephilims are forbidden in heaven. It's too risky for anyone to know, even a man who may or may not be a made up part of her subconscious mind. When Gabriel brought forth her grace when she was 20 she did the same tricky spell and wardings her father did that kept herself hidden from anything that could sense her grace or see her wings. To other beings she just looks like something unknown and undiscovered. It's dangerous yes, but better than being on heavens wanted list. Or even alerting God to come out of whatever rock he's been hiding under and put her on his death list.

The man in the cage knew she had great power. Not how much power exactly but he could feel it radiate off of her. He basked in it. It was a pleasant feeling considering where he was. The warmth of her presence, even if they can't touch and he can't see her. To be able to sense another being close by that wants to speak to him. That doesn't want anything from him but his company. He can't remember when the last time anyone has treated him in such a way. He doesn't think anyone ever has. It makes him feel funny. Unsure. Whenever he hears Lillian's voice he's brought with more and more uncertainty. Whether or not this woman is making him more weak or it's his longtime imprisonment that's driving him mad. She might not even be real he tells himself sometimes. Being locked up for as long as he has can certainly drive someone mad. Though there is a greater part of him that doesn't care that if it's not real and would rather let the delusions win. He would never tell her this because he's not the kind to feed into anyone's ego other than his own but he enjoys her company too much. It's the only pleasant interaction he gets. She challenges him and he does enjoy that. Lillian certainly has a fire in her that he doesn't see too often. Most of those who have interacted with him only speak his name out of fear or a peasant who is looking for a reward. He can tell she doesn't want anything from him, only his company. Their arrangement works. It does confuse him, he's not sure what she gets out of this. He obviously knows he gets company and can have an escape from his long term boredom. He can't help but become paranoid as to what her intentions are. What could she want with him? Will she eventually need something from him like everyone eventually does?

"You are very quiet today" Lillian interrupted his thoughts. He was so deep in thought he almost forgot her presence. His head perched up. He can't see her but he can feel her. Her glow. Her power. Her essence and being radiating towards him.

She was sitting crisscrossed in front of the cage. It was dimly lit around the border, not enough to cast light upon the dark inside. She was bouncing her knee up and down, "Penny for your thoughts?"

"I don't need any pennies" he answered.

"Ha. Ha." She rolled her eyes. "What's up with you? You have a very menacing and contemplative aura about you today."

"It's not for you to worry about. You are here later than usual today.." He said suspiciously.

She decided not to push him on it. If he wanted to talk he would talk. Trying to get him to in the past never worked and they just ended up screaming at each other. "Aww did you miss me?" She teased.

He chose to ignore her jest, "Why are you late?"

"I didn't know we had a specific time for our special little talks," she put emphasis on 'special little talks.' "As if you have a way to tell time in here anyways. I got held up on a case then had trouble falling asleep" she said shrugging her shoulders.

"Hmm" he replied.

"What?"

"You hunters always needing to save something." He said mockingly.

"We aren't doing this again." She laughed. "Yes I hunt. You find it pointless. We agree to disagree. End of story."

"You know what I think?" He asked her.

He didn't give her time to respond so he continued. "I think you hunt for the thrill. Predator catching the prey. I'll be honest, I don't know what you are but I can tell you enjoy being the superior species. You have a power radiating off of you so I know you are a strong one. Yes saving people blah blah that's minimum reward. The real pleasure you get is from the kill. The power you feel taking something.. or someone.. down. Their life in your hands. It's a power trip and you can't get enough of it. It could be the sole reason why you keep hunting. The only difference is a small thin line of are they innocents in your eyes or evil? There could be a day where it may not matter at all to you because all you care for is the kill."

She stared blankly at the ground. He doesn't lie to her. He can't lie to her. After their first few meetings it was made obvious to her that he never lies, withholding the truth occasionally? Yes. Lying? Never. If he did lie though she would know and he never had. This made her feel unnerved. That he could easily pick her apart. She didn't even know she felt this way until he finished talking. Whenever she was hunting she did prefer the more hands on cases that required brute work. She enjoyed getting dirty. She didn't have a good time on a case unless she returned dirty and covered in the blood of the monster she was after. He's right, it is thrilling. To be so easily called out has her in the hot seat.

Still bouncing her knee up and down, she picked up the end of a piece of her hair and fiddled with it anxiously. "What makes you say that?"

"It's in your nature. Everything is prey to something bigger on the chain. Humans, weak flawed abortions that they are, are predators to many animals in nature for example. Hunters are weak humans, still they prey or hunt and kill monsters, but you.. you are something… I don't know " he sounded confused and stopped his rambling to think.

That's when she realized he was testing her. Provoke her and see how she would react to being called out as someone who enjoys killing. He also seems to be still hung up on finding out what she is. She's not upset he did that, she has done similar tricks to get him to reveal things about himself. She's upset with herself. She unintentionally learned something new about herself and now she has to learn a way to cope and accept it. Maybe she is corrupt, her dad was right.

"I do enjoy the kill" she admitted. There's no point lying about it now. It would her eat alive thinking about it every passing day. She can't tell anyone. She trusts him to know this dark side of her. Not necessarily because she trusts him fully yet, but because he doesn't look like he's going anywhere at the moment to tell her secrets to the world. Who would he tell anyways? Who is this man to judge her? He's in some imprisonment for reasons she does not know, she can trust him to know.

"Tell me about it."

She closed her eyes and thought to herself. "I enjoy taking my time when I work on cases. Obviously I do the research and all that, knowledge is power. There is a thrill in having knowledge and knowing everything, being greater than those around you, but when I'm out in the field hunting a monster I feel a far greater thrill. I love getting my hands dirty. It used to be about what's right and wrong, to get rid of all the ugly in the world. That's what I was raised to do. As I got older I realized I had a-" She paused and took a deep breath. "I don't know what I would call it. A hunger? An urge for more? I don't really know. I enjoy going home covered in the blood of those I see as enemies." Her eyes flashed red just as they did when she saw Gabriel when she spoke that last part. "I don't think I'll crave more than what I do now. I do hope I never become one of the things I hunt." She finished.

He stared out through the bars into the black abyss in the direction of where she is sitting. Listening to her speak. Hearing this girl speak of murder in such a way excited him. It would disgust anyone else but not him. Maybe she could understand him. He's still unsure. Then he saw it. Her eyes flashed red at him. The slightest bit of gold around them. It doesn't seem like she meant to but he caught it and saw a glimpse at her. How is that possible? For her to reveal a bit of herself to him, even if accidental. Why were her eyes so similar to his own? What and who was she truly?

Lillian could hear a knocking sound. Sounds like someone's at the door. She's gonna start waking up, she has to see who it is. She broke the silence.

"I'm starting to wake up."

There was a short few seconds of silence and then he answered. "Till next time then, don't be late."

She shook her head "uh huh." The banging on the door getting louder.

Lillian groaned and turned to her side to read the clock on the nightstand. It read 10:17 AM. She heard a knock at the door again, just like in her dream.

She got up curiously. It shouldn't be turn down service. She always has a sign up declining it. Suspicious, she unlocks the door and opens it a crack peaking out. Not seeing anyone she closes it. Then the door is slammed open, stopped by the chain lock. "What the hell!!" She yelled.

"Lily, I have been knocking for the past 5 minutes let us in." Deans booming voice echoed. Relieved it was Dean yet annoyed at his approach she unhooked the chain. He walked in slowly and was followed by Sam. Dean walked around the room checking everything out, looking at all the wardings Lillian had to keep everything out. Sam awkwardly stared at her waiting for Dean to break the silence.

Once Dean was satisfied with snooping and his surroundings he turned back to Lillian who had her arms crossed, glaring at him. Before he could get a word in she slapped him across the face. She didn't use her full strength obviously but she definitely made it sting. Sam looked away with a smile trying to contain laughter like he expected this. Dean turned back and gave her a look that said "Really?"

"I was sleeping why did you bang on the door like that and just try to barge in so aggressively? Why are you here?" She asked with a cranky attitude.

Dean sighed having to go through this a second time. He just had to explain it all to Sam at Stanford. Actually taking Sam on a case but only to bring him home to a disaster. Now again with Lillian. They have to get her to join their cause. They need their sister with them. "Dad is missing."

"And?"

Dean looked hurt and a little taken aback. "He needs us. Dad could be hurt or in trouble or…." He didn't finish his sentence and just trailed off worriedly. "We have to find him and help him." He pleaded.

"If I remember correctly, he said I would die if I was by myself because I needed him and that I'm weak alone. Whatever situation he got himself in is his own fault because he's obviously too weak on his own. He doesn't want to see me again." Lillian said coldly.

Dean was slightly annoyed. "He didn't mean that."

"You don't know that. He never attempted to talk to me or mend things with me. It was as if I died. He didn't even want you speaking to me. I said he was too irresponsible with the way he is going after the thing that killed mom and he didn't listen. Now look where we are. He says I'm weak, okay. Then it's not even worth it to bring me along, I will only drag you down."

"Lily that's not true." It was Sams turn to speak up. He never knew what happened when she left John and Dean. Once he left for Standford and lost contact with Lillian he didn't know what happened between the three of them. Hearing this discussion is bringing up a lot of news to him that he wish he had knew when it happened. He wish he had been there for his sister. He looked her in the eyes and stared in her big green orbs. "You are strong."

"Like you would know! You dropped off the face of the planet! Where have you been? Some brother you are!" She yelled at him.

He flinched. He deserved that and he knows it. Abandoning his sister was not on his to do list but there were things that no one could understand going on. "I'm sorry" he said softly.

"Whatever. Both of you do what you want, I got things to do." She said. They watched her head into the bathroom and the door closed roughly. They looked back at each other. Dean was determined to get his sister to join them and Sam was guilty about how he discarded his sister in the past. They heard the shower turn on and headed out the door.