"Your grace is gone? What do you mean?" Sam was in disbelief. Castiel was human now? Why? How? His questions were answered a minute later.

"Jack is missing. I'm sorry about your friends, but I need to protect Jack from Michael. I ripped out my grace to hide from every angel in Creation, including the Archangels. Hannah here is also human."

Sam just stared at him. First Dean, then his friends, now Jack? What else could go wrong.

Piper was ready to use her magic when she noticed there was a shotgun pointing straight at them. Frank Devereaux was glaring at them both. Charlie was standing beside him with a sheepish expression. She mouthed 'Sorry.'

"No one move. Witch, try something, and your boyfriend dies. What the fuck do you want. Are you working with the government? No wonder your friends are missing."

Sam put up his hands along with Piper and Victor.

"No sir. Charlie says you know about these people that kidnapped my brother and her sisters."

Frank still pointing the gun at them turned on a stereo filling the trailer with classical music.

"Men of Letters. People thought they were wiped out in the fifties. Bull. Governments around the world all work together, did you know that? The bunker that was in Lebanon Kansas is gone. It was destroyed by your grandfather Henry. He didn't want anyone knowing its existence. The American chapter is gone, but the British chapter is still active. I been observing them for years. Assholes think they are invisible. Hah! You can't trust no one. They want something, that is why your friends are missing. They want to take over. Bad enough we have a doofus for President, now we have the Brits breathing down our necks. Fuck them. Now, it's bad enough you are here, but I have two others here that claim to be former angels. You have phones, a laptop? I need to see them."

Sam, Piper and Victor hand him their phones. He proceeded to smash them on the ground.

"Hey!" Piper protested.

"Sorry sweetheart. These phones can be traced. Here are some burner phones." He hands them three flip phones.

"Ah, thanks?" Sam said. Who was this guy?

Frank just stood there with his hand out.

"Laptop. Old man, do you have any other electronics?" Victor shook his head no. Sam dug out his bag and handed him his computer. He wasn't surprised when he destroyed it. But was mollified when he was given a new model.

"That will be $10000. Cash only, no e-transfers, no credit. No one can trace you. I also need to give you new ID's as well. Say goodbye to you old identities. These people are relentless."

Victor just stared at him. $10000? Between the three of them they only had $400.

"We don't have that much cash on us."

"Oh, too bad, say hello to the Brits for me. Now for you I need to see every document you have. Driver's license, etc."

A while later all three were given new identities. Frank had also given them instructions to hide their car. Sam sighed. He knew Dean would be pissed. Frank had told them that their car would be easily traced and it would be impossible for them to save their friends.

"The car is beautiful, but it will draw attention like a beacon. Think boring, generic." Frank then looks at the two ex-angels. "I'll decide what to do with you, you'll cost extra."

Once they figured out how to pay Frank, Sam and the others were outside.

"Ten grand? I suppose I can cash out my shares, they are under a trust." Victor mumbled.

Sam excused himself to talk to Castiel.

"So what now Cas?" Castiel looked the same, but he seemed different.

"I wish I knew." For the first time in his long life, Castiel didn't know the answers. "I only been human for a few days." He looked so tired.

"Why?"

"We didn't have a choice." Castiel was looking at Hannah's direction, she was looking at Frank's trailer.

"Okay." Whatever Castiel was doing, Sam had his own problems to deal with. "Need a lift?"

"We already made arrangements." He points to a run down old truck.

"Okay. I just have one question. Did Dean ever pray to you?"

Cas shook his head.

"I'm afraid I was indisposed. I'm sorry about Dean."

Sam knew whatever was bothering Castiel, it must have been very important. He knew how close Castiel and Dean were.

"I'm sorry we can't you help you Sam. Hannah and I are on a important mission. We need to hide too. Gabriel, Micheal and Raphael would want to know where Jack is. I voluntary took out my grace to hide from Heaven. When I told Hannah of my plans, she too took out her grace. She wants to find our kids."

"Your..kids?" When did that happen? Castiel must have saw his expression.

"Jack and Claire, we raised them when they were teenagers. Maybe they are not ours biologically, but they are our responsibility. We had Balthazar carve us sigils on our ribs so we can stay in hiding. We were looking for ways to change our identities since Caroline Johnson and Jimmy Novak are considered missing. We were looking online when we seen an ad on the internet to find new identities."

"So you went to the dark web?" Sam told Castiel.

Castiel looked confused.

"The internet wasn't dark, it had a white screen."

"It's, never mind. So you said you answered an ad. Was it Charlie or Frank that answered?"

"Neither. It was a young woman named Bela. She asked for payment upfront, then after I gave her my credit card information, she gave us Charlie's email. Then after I emailed Charlie she told us to meet her at a coffee shop. She asked us some questions and after I told her what we were planning, she told us to follow her. Then we met you here." Judging by their surprised expressions when they walked in, they must have just arrived a few minutes before them.

"So, what now. Why are you hiding from the angels, and Michael?"

"Jack is on a mission. I don't know what. But all I know is that the Archangels are looking for Jack. They want to take him to Heaven, and every angel is under orders to inform Michael or his brothers if he is spotted. Jack will run if he senses my grace. I have to protect Jack and Claire."

Sam just nods. He knew how much Castiel loved Jack. He always made sure Jack was doing alright, and called and texted him often. Claire was more independent, but she emailed Sam and Dean occasionally to tell them what hunts she was doing, just so she can report her whereabouts just in case something went wrong. Sam was glad Claire was with Jack, but he was worried the Men of Letters would be after her as well. Claire was a good hunter, but she tended to trust the wrong people, as well as Jack.

"Sam, I am truly sorry I can't help you, but tell Dean and your friends my condolences. Good luck." He gave Sam a awkward hug, with Sam hugging him back.

"Would she mind?" Sam saw her watching them with a curious expression.

"I don't think she'll mind."

Sam walked up to Hannah, and with her permission asked to hug her as well. Hannah smiled and gave him a hug back.

"Take care of yourselves. I'm sure both are alright." Sam waves goodbye as they got into their truck and drove away.

"What now Sam?" Piper didn't know what to do. Her dad was asking Charlie for advice.

"We'll figure it out." Hearing his stomach growling, he asked them if they were hungry.

Charlie watched all three sitting inside their car eating from a cooler. Angels, a witch, a father, and a hunter. Wow. In her entire life growing up, she didn't expect this turn of events in her life.

At nineteen, she dropped out of college. Nothing her professors said taught anything Charlie didn't already know. Once she left, she got a boring job selling computers at a failing electronic store.

"And you are sure the extended warranty is a good thing?" The tired woman asked.

"It is. If something goes wrong, just bring it in and we'll replace it for free." Charlie says with a bright smile.

"Well, you seem trustworthy, you're the only one that doesn't try upselling me crap." Once the woman paid, Charlie starts typing on her computer.

"I don't know how you do it." Nico was shaking his head typing on his own computer. "No one buys our warranties. Not since the consumer reports."

"It's all about earning the customer's trust. No one will come back if they're broke." She knew it wasn't Nico's fault, the owner pushed hard to upsell everything, especially the extended warranties. Charlie refused to sink to those levels, although she did sell the warranties. It was a good commission, and they were legit.

"Easy for you to say, you're a chick."

"Uh huh." She knew Nico was just teasing. They were good friends as well as coworkers. Seeing a customer walking in, she told Nico to sell honestly.

She was working as manager a year later. Charlie didn't mind it, it was good pay as well as being the boss. But like college, she felt empty. Looking at the classified ads, she wondered what else was out there.

LOOKING FOR PROGRAMMERS, NO PROFESSIONAL EXPERIENCE NEEDED

At first Charlie was skeptical. Most companies needed at least a few years experience, as well as a college degree. When she searched online, it was a up and starting company. She wondered what would happen if she applied. Looking around at the empty store, she decided to update her resume.

She was shocked when they offered her a position. Starting wage was basic for the position, but it paid more than her old job. She had her own cubicle, as well as security clearance. It didn't take her long to start hacking.

A few thousand there, a few hundred to the local school drives, according to the funds, her bosses had more than enough.

"Again? You'll get caught!" Ben was amazed at Charlie's brazenness.

"This is nothing. Check this out.'' Charlie was smart, she used a silk road to hide her tracks.

"Men of Letters? Who is that?"

"I have no idea." Charlie was bored one day and decided to see where her bosses came from. "All I know, is the parent company is based in England." She winks at Hermione, her collectible statue. "I'm gonna do some spying. Don't wait up!"

"I envy you. I bow down to you my queen." Ben bows.

"I know. Back to work." What Charlie found a few weeks later, she didn't expect her life to be on a thread.

Charlie yawned as she walked to her desk. Opening up her email, she was pleased to see the limited edition of the Star Wars Princess Leia was finally back in stock. She was about to close her box when a new email came up.

'Charlene Bradbury open me up.'

"Uh huh." She immediately deletes it. She got ready to start her day when her phone buzzed. "The hell?"

'Celeste Charlene Middleton. Check your mail. This is not a joke.'

Charlie was shaken when she got that text. Celeste was dead. She "died" in a car crash along with her dad when she was twelve. She nervously looked around, did anyone know her true identity? When her phone buzzed again, Charlie turned it off.

Later that night Charlie was playing online chess when another email popped up.

'Your mom. If you want Gertrude safe at that hospital, don't ignore this.'

Charlie dropped her piece ruining her game. Another text buzzed up, but Charlie ignored it. She stared at the new message that popped up on her laptop.

'Please. This isn't a prank.'

Charlie just sat there debating on what to do. But thinking about her mom, she had no choice but to open that email.

Encrypted. Figures. Whoever this was, they were testing her.

Eight hours later she yawned. How could a simple email be so hard? Even hackers wouldn't create something this complicated for a random person.

"Booyah!" But first coffee.

Once she opened that email, she was surprised to see what it said.

'Your employers. They aren't who you think they are. Start digging.'

"That was it? You kept me up all night for that?" Charlie finishes off her cup. No way was she going to work today, she was taking a personal day. Starting off with a nap.

Once she woke up a few hours later, she decided to do a reverse check on the text and emails.

SENDER NOT FOUND

Of course. She was curious on why that email was sent to her. What did they want? Money? Nudes? Yeah right. Even Scarlett Johansson wasn't worth that. She came this far, why not finish it. She wasn't worried about getting caught, her encryption was even more complicated here. What she found in the next few hours disturbed her.

The company she was working for was called Zodiac Inc, it was a supposedly a front for computer models, but it was actually a spying tool for hunters all over North America.

Hunters? Why would a computer company care about hunting? Were they environments? Animal extremists? The more she dug, the more she couldn't look away.

What she saw, it made her question her morals. Every profile she seen had many private details about their lives, including their hobbies, where they shopped at and who they are related to. They wanted to know how frequently they hunted and who they talked to. There was even phone logs from cell phone and text conversations. But that wasn't the worst part. There was birth records, school records and even sealed records of people across the country. They were especially interested in those so called "special children." The ones born or was given special gifts, like magic for example. The organization was obsessed with obtaining those children for their own selfish gains.

"Special children? Magic? Who are you people?" Charlie wondered out loud. She needed food, plus another pot of coffee. The next part, Charlie couldn't believe it.

We been following the bloodline of witches since the days of lore. But one bloodline fascinates us. The Warren Line. Our people been watching them since the turn of the century, as well as the Campbell Family. The Winchesters, they gave us the information we needed, unfortunately our last member passed away in a building fire in 1958.

The files went on about witches, especially about the Halliwell Women.

Penelope Johnson, born June 23 in 1930 in Boston, Massachusetts bore a daughter sometime in the 1950s who she named Patricia. Who then birthed three daughters with her mortal husband. With our research we found that every child born in the Warren Line was a female. Why no males were ever born remain a mystery.

Prudence Halliwell, Piper Halliwell, Phoebe Halliwell, the only daughters of Victor Bennett and Patricia Halliwell.

Paige Matthews, the only biological daughter of Samuel Wilder and Patricia Halliwell. Who was then adopted by Scott and Lisa Matthews.

Charlie was fascinated but also incredibly creeped out. It was tragic enough that death followed the Halliwells, but for the Matthews, it was much worse.

Paige Matthews, the car accident that killed her parents wasn't a accident, it was murder. They knew of Paige's Whitelighter side and wanted to see if she can orb out subconsciously. They were pleased with the results, but if Paige died, no big deal.

Charlie felt sick. She was at home when she encrypted those records, but even so, she knew she just opened up a can of worms. She didn't even jump when she heard her phone buzzing.

'I assume you are done? Now your life is over. Check your email.'

Charlie already knew, even before she opened her mail.

'Destroy everything tech related. You're good, but they're better. Your job offer, it wasn't by chance, you were recruited.'

There was instructions to destroy her hard drive and take any personal possessions and leave town ASAP. The people she was working for were watching her and knew Charlie's real name as well as her background as a computer genius. They were hoping to have her as a agent in the United States for the Men of Letters. They weren't interested in reviving the American chapter, but wanted an insider for their plans for Operation E-Exterminate the American Hunters and bring their own agents from across the world. If this operation was a success, they wanted to expand to other countries as well.

'Open me, happy birthday.'

The email was a riddle, which Charlie figured out in less than five minutes.

'Congrats! Now read this.'

It was a map. This person wanted to meet her in the middle of nowhere in the next state over, along with a new clue, plus a warning.

'If you are reading this, you just lost 2. Get out now.'

The email warned her to leave in less than ten minutes, she was being watched. So Charlie took a hammer and destroyed her computer and tablet, grabbed her phone and threw it out the window which landed inside a passing garbage truck. She hurriedly grabbed whatever she could in her backpack and ran downstairs to her car and drove away.

As she drove, she thought she seen a black SUV pull up to her apartment building and could have sworn she saw a man with a motorbike following her. So she drove a few miles to the freeway, hoping it was a coincidence. Her hands were gripping her wheel tightly. When he got closer, she drove faster, soon she was driving like a maniac trying to avoid him. Bastard was clever. He dove in-between cars with ease. She screamed when the guy pulled out a silencer and shot her side mirror. He was trying to scare her, but Charlie knew he wouldn't hesitate to kill her. It was a very tense race with Charlie getting more frightened.

"God! Why me! I should have stayed at that stupid job!" She should have blocked that number. She needed a new strategy. When she saw a bunch of cars, she drove towards it, hoping someone could help her.

"Yes!" A accident. She could use the chaos to escape.

There was a major car accident, several cars were stuck on the highway. There was emergency vehicles present, she decided to drive through the cars, trying to distract whoever was following her to go away.

A cop car was flashing behind her, but she knew the moment she got out of the car, she was dead. She drove faster praying hard that she survived the next step.

"God help me." She drove faster, especially when she saw more cop cars. She took off her belt and put the petal to the metal. When she saw the cliff's edge, she got ready to jump. At the last minute, she dove out of the car right before her car went over the cliff.

Her car went down and exploded on impact. Charlie wasn't killed, but was injured. She managed to land a few feet away down the ravine and crawled away before the police and her would-be murderer could find her. It was hard, her left arm was broken when she jumped out. Going to a hospital was not a option, no doubt the Men of Letters would be watching for someone with her description. So she made a makeshift sling out of garbage bags and wood she found lying around. She had no choice but to hide in the surrounding wilderness.

Now what? This was just as bad as the last time.

"Hmmm!" She groaned. She saw the emergency vehicles from a distance, she was hidden enough for no one to see her. She looked for that man, she wanted to see his face, or at least him disappointed she died in that crash. She waited a few more minutes, she was waiting for her arm to stop throbbing. Once she got her strength back, she slowly and painfully gets up. She had to keep moving, she was a sitting duck every second she was alone.

She wanted to hide among the homeless, but those people would be expecting her and would send agents to hide among them. She was pondering what to do when she got incredibility lucky. A Whitelighter came to her.

"Ahhh!" She jumped. "Who. Who are you? How...?" This guy, he appeared out of nowhere. "Are you here to kill me?"

"Celeste? Name's Kyle, I'm your temporary whitelighter."

Hunters. Witches. A evil company. Now a whitelighter?

"If you are here to kill me, make it quick." Charlie just wanted a nap. Or several drinks.

Kyle Brody gave her a kind smile.

"I'm here to protect you. May I?" He holds up his hand.

"What are you doing?" He was about to touch her.

"You need to heal. I promise you, this won't hurt." Charlie, not understanding what was going on watches as Kyle heals her using white magic.

"How? How? Are you some kind of witch?" Her arm didn't hurt anymore. Neither did her aches and pains. Although her stomach growled in hunger.

"Homeland Security. At least when I was alive. Now I am a Elder."

Charlie was getting a headache.

"I don't know why you are here, but I have no idea what I am doing."

"Me neither. Its been only a few years, and still figuring things out." Once he explained why he was there, he and Charlie talked for a few minutes.

"I'm not a witch, or a hunter. I'm just a programmer."

"I know. But you were chosen. Someday, you'll change the world." He disappeared in white sparkles before Charlie could say anything more.

"Really? You could have gave me a ride!" At least he healed her arm, Charlie could move again.

It took her a few days to reach the coordinates to the place she was instructed to go to, only because she took a lot of back roads and switched clothes and cars often. She even cut her hair, just to be safe.

That is when she met Frank Devereaux. Not right away, not until she solved another clue.

"Okay. Where are you?" She looked around from her stolen car. "I must be stupid for this." She didn't know who his person was. But she had no choice but to find him, ask him or her why he kept asking so many questions. According to the coordinates he gave her, he was around here. Her last email, the guy said when she sees it, she'll know.

It took her a few minutes to find it. The clue was written on a bark of a tree, guy was clever. But as much as she was a genius, this one took awhile to figure out.

"Okay. That made sense. Not." The riddle said she had to ride on a cloud. It had to something close to that. Charlie looked over every word. After an hour, she figured it out. "Finally." Now her questions can be answered.

The new coordinates instructed her to head to a abandoned farmhouse. When she got there, there was someone waiting.

Charlie walked inside, not knowing a sniper had her in their scope.

When Charlie saw a red line aiming at her heart, she put up her hands. She walked right into a trap.

'This is it.' Her final moments were dying in a dirty old barn. 'Why couldn't I die in space? Or in a all female brothel?'

"Name?"

"Charlie, I mean Celeste." She had no choice but to use her dead name. "I was summoned here!" She held her hands higher, she didn't want to get shot, she had a feeling he was jumpy. When she saw a guy climbing down from above, she stayed still.

"Keep them up! I have bombs as well as bullets!" He warned.

The sniper there was Frank. He had asked her a lot of personal questions, including where she was the last forty eight hours and if she was still a employee of the Men of Letters.

"I literally threw my life away for a email from some guy I never met, almost was assassinated by some guy on a motorbike, and almost died in car crash I caused! I have nothing to lose! Just two days ago I had a broken arm that was healed by a angel who claimed to be a ex government agent!" Charlie still had her arms straight up. She stood still as a middle aged man walked towards her.

Frank looked straight at her.

"What crash, that one on I-190?" He was still holding his gun.

"Close, I nearly committed suicide by driving over a cliff." She held her breath till he put down his gun..

"Just a few more tests, I have to make sure." He gestured for her to walk in a Devil's Trap.

Charlie put her arms down, but she was very stiff, whoever this weirdo was, he won't hesitate to do something drastic. Once she walked in and out of the floor designed she spluttered and gasped at the cold water.

"Holy water and salt. Forgive me."

Charlie screamed when she felt that knife.

"OW! The hell?" She grabbed her arm.

"Not a monster or a demon. Good good. Here." He takes something out of his back pocket. "Go dry yourself and we'll talk." He turns around.

After he was satisfied she passed all of his tests, he introduced himself.

"Name's Frank. Frank Devereaux. Reason I recruited you, I need the best. Come, I have food and clothes waiting for you."

Charlie was about to demand an explanation, but hearing her stomach and wanting a change of clothes, she reluctantly follows Frank.

After that Charlie started working for him. He helped her get a new name, since "Charlie Bradbury" was dead. He broke into her state's records and put her as a drunk driver that drove off a cliff that died on impact. Charlie protested, but Frank told her she needed to disappear. The Men of Letters wouldn't want a alcoholic working for them anyways. She changed identities often, usually generic names and jobs, such as a waitress or a stripper. She laughed at her choice. A stripper would NEVER be a employee of the Men of Letters, they were too snobby.

Right now she was under orders to help Piper Halliwell and Sam Winchester. Their angelic or ex-angelic friends, had come by a few hours before Sam and Piper arrived. They had paid Frank in cash to help them hide. They were lucky, Frank almost stabbed them with a angel blade, but both had to beg him that they were no longer angels. How he knew what they were, she had no idea.

They wanted their old human identities to no longer exist. So Frank gave them new names, but he told them they were free to revert back to their old names in the future. They said they wanted to find their children. They had to protect them from Heaven; whatever that meant. As for Sam and Piper, Frank wanted them to take down the British Men of Letters, he said they were the only ones who could do it.

"Excuse me, Sam?" She went back inside to double check something and Frank gave her an envelope, telling Charlie to hand it directly to Sam Winchester. "Here. Don't ask me why, this is part of your bill."

Sam opened up the envelope and skimmed through the contents.

"What is it?" Piper saw Sam's sour expression.

"Looks like we have a job."

Frank gave them instructions to infiltrate the MoL base.

"How? My sisters have magic, but neither ever came back." Piper was afraid of that. "I never hunted without my magic." This would be a first.

"Dean is better than any hunter I know. If he escaped he would have found a way to contact me." Where this base was, Frank was trying to figure it out.

He instructed them to contact their hunting buddies and storm their base, but not until they rescue their friends, no doubt they would assassinate them first if they see either close by the base. He also told them not to return home, there may be spying devices in their homes.

"Great." Where would they go? "Sam?" Sam was a nomad, he knew how to survive.

"We'll figure it out." It was always him and Dean, plus John growing up. He read the next set of instructions.

He said Charlie will to help them retrieve their friends, he said his "partner" (Charlie was surprised to read that) will help track their friends down as soon as he finds their bases.

"I once leaked a top secret videogame when I was sixteen, and completely rewrote the codes. If they're out there, I'll find them."

"I'll hold you to that." Piper still didn't trust her.

Charlie was ready to help, she knew Frank wanted to take that organization down for years, since they were willing to take over all the world's governments.

Sam just looked at his burner phone. Man the last time he had a phone like this, he was hunting with his dad. God, his life at Stanford felt like a lifetime ago. He looked at Piper, he knew she was worried about her sisters. Especially Phoebe. According to Charlie, Phoebe was never a patient at Sacred Meadows

"What do you mean Phoebe wasn't a patient? We saw her there ourselves!" Piper was so angry, she nearly blew up the Impala.

"Maybe she escaped?" Sam hoped so. All three prayed she wasn't kidnapped.

Charlie shrugged. She never heard of that place, but if she was a witch, maybe she escaped somehow.

"We'll find her. She's psychic, she probably getting better and saw the future." His visions were nothing to hers.

"I hope you're right." Piper smiled when Victor held her hand.

"Phoebe was always a rebel. Even when she was inside her mom, she always got her mom into sticky situations."

"What? Mom never mentioned that!" She needed a distraction, hearing funny stories could cheer her up.

Sam tuned out Victor and Piper. He knew they didn't have much time. He needed a plan, it wasn't just their missing siblings, they themselves were in trouble too. He interrupted Piper and Victor to make plans.

"We need to keep moving, stay out of sight."

"We also need money and disguises." Piper had her magic, but it was tied to The Power of Three.

''I have old war buddies that live across the country. They remind me of Frank, they owe me.''

The figure in the woods was watching them with binoculars. He was wondering why they were avoiding him, he was part of their plan. Even though they didn't know it yet.