Both Castiel and I felt very uneasy after our meeting with Raphael, who was very obviously angry about everything, really. He was angry his Father was gone. He believed Him to be dead. "Who raised me then?" Castiel demanded. "If it wasn't God?"

Raphael looked dead at me and said. "Her father."

We chose not to believe him.

A couple of days passed. One night I'm with Castiel by a set of train tracks, and I don't think he would understand it, but I could tell he was freaking bored.

I found some rocks in the tracks, deciding to throw them out into the streets. Castiel was speaking on the phone to Dean about something called a Colt.

"We are," Castiel seemed to confirm. I heard a train come, so I skipped out of the tracks, seeing Castiel dangerously too close, so I grabbed his free arm and yanked him a few feet away. The short train sped past, Castiel covering his open ear. "What?" He asked. "Did—I didn't—I didn't get that!" He yelled.

I swore I heard Dean laughing on the other line.

"This isn't funny, Dean!" Cas said angrily. "The voice says I'm almost out of minutes!"

Now I came up laughing. I suppose this was my fault. I acquired that prepaid phone earlier today, along with a second one to replace the one I crushed. I return to throwing rocks.

"Well, I hear differently. And if you are still set on the insane task of killing the Devil, this is how we do it," Castiel decided. I frown to myself. "Where are you now?" He asked. Dean obviously answers, having Castiel replying with, "We'll be there."

Time to go? I return to the angel eagerly. "What stuff?" Castiel demands, catching me off guard. "...yes." I tilt my head and mouth, what happened? but he doesn't get it. I have a lot to teach him.

"Yes, we'll just..." I could hear the dial tone. "...wait here, then..." Castiel puts the phone away and stands in front of me awkwardly. I fold my arms across my chest impatiently.

"Dean says we must wait four hours before we get him." Castiel announces.

"What are we supposed to do for four hours?" I wondered.

"We will wait here," he suggested.

"...um, no! Let's go do something!" I urge. "Come on, please? This is boring."

"What would we do?" He asked me.

I look up, tapping my chin. "We could break the law." I pondered.

"...why would you go against the human's legal system?" Cas asks.

"Because Castiel, it's fun," I tell him.

The next four hours go by as Castiel and I run (well, he walked) up and down random streets of random cities as I smashed every mailbox with metal baseball bats. He expressed great disappointment in me, but if I'm the Devil's daughter then why shouldn't I have fun once in a while?

Eventually it was time to get Dean. Castiel takes me back to the tracks, and a while later, he reappears with Dean.

"That's pretty nice timing Cas." Dean says, hiding his relief.

"We had an appointment." Cas noted.

"...what happened?" I asked. What are they talking about?

"Long story kid, and YOU," Dean looked at Cas. "Don't ever change."

Castiel had smiled. What was I missing here-?

Dean pulled out his phone and decided he was calling Sam. "Separate vacations are over now?" I asked him, and he nodded at me.

So then our Anti-Apocalypse adventures continued. There were times I wondered why I was still hanging around with these guys, I mean, I could just leave and they couldn't stop me. I could see Castiel giving me some resistance, and then I think maybe he'd win; I barely know how to use my powers. Then I remember I'm an orphan, and I've got nowhere else to go, and these guys have welcomed me with open arms.

I'll continue to help them.

"Castiel?" I called out to him on a day when the Winchester brothers went to Ohio to investigate a 'haunted' wax museum, and I chose not to go for a specific reason.

"Yes, Lynn?" He replies casually.

"Can you teach me how to, what's the word Dean uses, 'smite'?" I asked him honestly.

Castiel let slip a faint smile. "Yes. It's very easy, unless it's against another angel. I cannot simply do that, but I believe you can."

"I can smite angels?" I practically rephrased for him. "Not just demons and monsters?"

"You are very powerful, Lynn," he reminded me.

"Well... can I just fight Lucifer and smite him, then?" I suggested, and I was met with Castiel looking at me like I'd lost my mind.

"No. A direct fight with him would be very bad, and I wouldn't let you do it, anyway."

"Why?"

"You're my friend, Lynn. I don't want to see you get hurt, or worse." He admits to me, and I start to feel a little funny. What is this? It's... it's like... it's how I felt every time Tei was around. Was.

I do something crazy. I hug Castiel and tell him, "You're my friend too, Cas." Maybe if I just focus my thoughts on Castiel, I won't think of-

"Why are you crying?" I hear Castiel ask me next, so I pulled away. Was I crying? I couldn't tell him why. I couldn't tell him I was mourning my family. Mourning Tei.

"You could call them tears of happiness," I lied, forging up a smile. "So, could you teach me how to smite?"

"Of course."

On a case later on in Nebraska, I met someone who was sort of like me, the culprit of said case - a young boy named Jesse who was half-human, half-demon. He turned Castiel into an action figure out of fear. He attempted that on me as well, but thanks to Castiel teaching me here and there, he was unsuccessful. "The last thing I want to do is hurt you." I tell him.

A demon who had been trying to find Jesse his whole life entered the house, pinning Dean and Sam against the wall with her demonic powers. The demon was possessing Jesse's biological mother - the same demon possessed her prior and gotten pregnant with Jesse. Castiel declared him to be the Anti-Christ, claiming he could destroy all of Heaven with just a thought.

So basically I should be scared of this kid too, right? So why wasn't I?

"Put them down," I ordered the demon. I could see right through her black eyes - demons are ugly things. Did that make me ugly too?

"I don't see you trying to stop me," the demon laughed, then proceeded to try and recruit Jesse to join the demons, and ultimately - Lucifer.

Jesse looked at me. "You're a half-demon too?"

I nodded sincerely at him. "I just recently found out, just like you now. But I'm not on their side, they're... they're bad!"

The demon scowled. "Your father won't be happy to hear-"

"Sit down and shut up," Jesse spoke, and it was like Moses clearing the water. The demon suddenly was forced down into a chair that came squeaking forward.

"Holy shit!" I gawked. "Jesse, you'll have to show me how to do that."

I watched him slip a smirk before he said to the demon next, "Get out of her." And just like that, black smoke erupted out of his birth mom's mouth, and she lay in the chair limp. I went over to check on her as Dean and Sam dropped to the floor from being held up on the wall. "She should be fine, might sleep for a while." I suggested, feeling no irregularities within her; Castiel has truly been teaching me different ways to use my power.

Meanwhile Jesse decided he didn't want anything to do with, well, anything. He knew more demons would come after him now, putting himself and his adopted family in danger, so he went upstairs to say goodbye to them. Castiel had put them to sleep earlier so they wouldn't be disturbed from what soon happened after. Speaking of, Jesse put him back together thankfully.

Several long minutes passed. I zapped myself up into his room to find a note. I remained still, even as the other three came up, Sam grabbing the note and reading the goodbye to Jesse's parents aloud. This must be deja vu. "He will not be found unless he wants to be." Castiel warned.

I knew exactly how Jesse felt. I just hope his family doesn't suffer the same fate mine did.

Our next case was when Bobby called the brothers for a job, which means a hunt.

A twenty-five year old man died of old age. Strange, right? Now, a real old man was missing. Dean did some snooping, and found that he liked to hang at a place called Golden Palace.

Yeah, we found the old man, looking as young as Dean. Claimed it was a game and called the guy who did it a miracle worker, claiming his poker chips were years. He described the 'miracle worker' as a guy named Patrick, with an Irish accent.

Now I was twitching. My dad's name was Patrick. I miss you, Dad.

Dean, being very oddly protective, didn't want a fourteen year old angel-demon to search bars by herself for the Patrick guy, so he made me go with him while Sam went solo.

We didn't find squat. Dean tried to ask the bartender, but he was obviously lying.

Time to work the female magic. I pulled out a one-hundred dollar bill and slid it over. "You sure you don't know?" I asked in a low, seductive voice.

He took the bribe. "Out back, take the elevator down." He muttered quietly.

I winked at him. "Good man."

Now Dean was dragging me outside. "Don't ever do that again."

I glared. "What are you, my brother?"

"Maybe," he spat. We reached the elevator and someone came out. Wheeling out, I should say. "Bobby?" Dean realized. I blinked. "What are you doing here?" Dean asked.

"Planting daisies," Bobby said sarcastically. "What's it look like? Came in on the case."

"You beat me here?" Dean asked.

"Brains trumps legs, apparently," he spotted me. "You doing okay, kid?"

"I'm well," I said to please him.

"You find the game?" Dean interrupted.

"Yep," Bobby answered.

"Did you stop it?"

Silence.

"...Bobby?"

"...I played, okay?" Bobby admitted. "I lost."

Dean nearly lost his temper. "We're not done. Stay with him." He ordered me, going for the elevator. Bobby and I looked at each other after about five minutes before we ended up going down to the game.

So, it turns out Patrick is a witch, playing with people's lives with poker. Bobby tried to get his legs back, but lost, so Dean gave up his years.

Him as an old man... I won't talk about this.

I offered to play the witch to get their years back, but of course it was declined. What? Not like you can make an angel age... can you?

Sam played hero this time by beating Patrick in the game, restoring Dean to his normal self. Trust me when I say this was a relief to us all.

It felt like it was back to back with all these cases and jobs and just hunting. How did we even make time to talk about the Apocalypse? Lucifer? Anything?

If I couldn't talk, I could still think. I chose not to tag along with the brothers to interview a woman who believed she saw The Incredible Hulk murder her husband. "Just call me if you need me to come fight the Hulk." I waved them off half jokingly. I heard them drive off in the Impala as I sat on our motel bed, sighing. Alone again. I torture myself and call the home phone, even though I know I'll be met with the disconnection notice. I hang up and redial, repeating the process more times than I'd like to admit. I'd give anything to hear their voices again.

Eventually I give up, stuffing the cell phone into my back pocket as I stood up, deciding to go on a walk. I'd go mad if I keep sitting here like this. I leave the motel and just walk with no real destination in mind. What is on my mind though is my family. If God is still alive as Cas believes, then He ought to know just how much I miss them. They didn't deserve the end they suffered, not even close.

"You look like you need a lollipop, kiddo," I heard an unknown voice call out to me, but I wasn't too sure at first - the lollipop gesture sort of threw me off. I turn in both directions until I find who said it, at least I think I found who said it. He stood about five inches taller than me, and I'm fairly short, mind you. His hair was longish and brown, styled in a way I don't see on guys often. His eyes drew me in, though. They were light brown, caramel colored really, but bright. His expression gave away immediately he was a hard guy to read.

"Stranger danger," I replied sarcastically, but I remained still. Something was different about this guy. "Who are you?" I asked him.

He smiled. "You're pretty smart for Luci's kid, smarter than him at least." He laughed.

Luci-?

"I don't know anyone named Luci," I tell him, ignoring the growing suspicion I really did know, and that this guy was either in the know, or he was one of us.

"You haven't seen him yet?" The man asks me with a strange look. "I guess that's good. Maybe try to keep it that way?"

I blatantly looked around; strangely it was just us on the sidewalk. There weren't even any cars going by. Was it his doing? "He murdered my family," I admitted to this guy. "So he better hope I never see him."

He laughs a bit before he says, "I'm sorry about your family. Luci's always been a dick."

"Great," I remarked. "So are you going to tell me who you are, now? I'm Lynn." I tell him earnestly.

"Gabriel," he introduced. "I guess I'm your uncle."

That takes a minute to sink in. "My uncle?" I repeated. "Are you Luci's brother?"

"Yep," he confirmed. "So where were you hiding all these years? Rumor was nobody could find you."

I gulped. "Castiel, he's an angel too, he said I was uh, 'sheltered' and I think Tei was the one protecting me."

"Tei?" Gabriel repeated curiously.

I nodded. "Teivel-" I stopped when I saw Gabriel's face change completely. It went from goofy and relaxed to uptight and a near-angry glare. "Do you know him?" Castiel didn't, but I'd be thrilled if Gabriel did.

"No," he replied a little too quickly. I have no doubt he was lying, but that's just what family does - lie to their loved ones to protect them. I'd just met this guy and if he's an Archangel like Lucifer, Michael and Raphael, I didn't want to get on his bad side. "Want that lollipop now? What flavor?"

"Yellow," I blurted. "It's my favorite color."

"Gotcha," he snapped his fingers to make said lollipop appear in his other hand, giving it to me.

"Thank you, Uncle," I accepted, beginning to enjoy it.

"You're welcome," Gabriel said. "So uh, reason that I came to see you now is I kind of have a favor and a half to ask." He admitted.

"What is it?" I asked in-between obnoxious licks. What? The lollipop's tasty.

"I'm going to be doing something that might be pretty strange and unusual to you, to the Winchester brothers," Gabriel began. I raised my eyes in concern. "Relax, they won't get hurt. There's a lesson they need to learn, because they've been avoiding what they were born to do."

"What's the lesson?" I asked curiously.

"They need to play their parts for the Apocalypse," Gabriel says. "You know what that is? They tell you?"

I shake my head.

"Figures. They're the true vessels for my brothers, Michael and Lucifer." Gabriel announced. I'm stunned now - I knew Dean was to be Michael's vessel, but Lucifer-?

"...Sam?" I assumed.

"Makes sense they kept that from you," Gabriel shook his head. "Wouldn't want you to deliver Sam to your dad, after all. He started the Apocalypse, you know? Sam I mean. Know how?"

Again I shake my head.

"Well, my Dad created sixty-six seals to keep Lucifer stuck in his cage. Sure enough, they were all broken. The final seal was broken by Sam which let Luci out - by killing your mother, Lilith."

"My mother-?" I sputtered. I had never even considered this - Lucifer being my true father, who the heck was my true mother? "Who was she?" I asked.

"The first demon Lucifer ever made," Gabriel tells me. So, that's where my half-Demon comes from. "Listen Lynn, I want you to convince those idiot boys to play their part. They started it, they need to finish it."

I frowned. "You want the world to end?"

"Of course not, but it can't be undone. You think you could at least be on my side about this with them?" Gabriel wondered.

"I'll try my best," I tell him on the outside, but on the inside I felt torn. All this new information he gave me led to more questions than answers. He didn't want me to get near Lucifer, as Cas and the Winchesters don't either, but now a part of me wants to meet him.

I just want to know who I really am.