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“I miss Charlie.” Mariel muttered as she turned the page of Arthurian Legends the aforementioned red had given the younger woman. The pair had bonded remarkably well, Charlie had found the physical teenager more than a little bit cute and after a haircut, some clothes shopping, and the passing on of several of Charlie’s more treasured albeit battered books Mariel had to admit the feeling was more than mutual.

Dean slammed the hammer back onto the clay slab doing his damnedest not to look at his daughter. He knew the Castiel like expression of concentration that was currently plastered across her pale features. Sam made a noise of annoyance, “Do you ever shut up!”

“Do you ever stop acting like a little bitch?” Mariel did not bother looking up from her book. Sam’s little outburst not even phasing her, “Seriously who is the adolescent girl because honestly there are times when I can’t tell the difference.”

“Dean make her stop it!” Sam hissed from before turning to face the source of almost every single one of his most recent grievances.  “Dean!”

“You heard her Sammy.” Another thunderbolt struck as the eldest Winchester continued to slowly chip away the clay. “Stop being a little bitch.”

Mariel stuck her tongue out as childishly reveled in her victory. “I do believe it currently stands, Mariel-9, Bitch face-2!”

“Brat.”

“You’re well thought through and extremely hurtful insult wounds me.” The hybrid laughed as her eyes finally flicked up from the fairytales. Her defiant green eyes matching Dean’s when he was going through a rare rebellious stage in his teenage years.

Another lightning strike ignited the night sky as the hammer came down, “Hey princesses, is just me or does that sound like, No Stop?”

“Just a bit.” The youngest Winchester shrugged softly before she returned to book with renewed vigor. “I say you show that rock who’s boss.”

Castiel is awake?

Should we hunt him like a traitor? He did kill a great number of us.

The half breed will hear soon.

Why?

How?

Really?

How fascinating!

As with all of the other nephilim, when she is of age and comes into contact with angelic parent she will come into grace.

She is not yet of age, she isn’t even a year old yet.

Of age means age of the body, which leviathans made grow very quickly.

So her body is how old?

Sixteen.

Well we must act quickly.

Why? If she comes into contact Castiel her angelic powers will come through and she will be one of us, I fail to see the downside.

She is Castiel and a Winchester.

Noble blood runs through her veins.

The bastard half-breed abomination, from a sin committed from Alastair’s favorite student and a traitorous disgrace.

She may surprise us yet. Destiny has not written her existence. She simply is. Father allowed it because he obviously has a plan for her that we were not aware of, I believe it is time we stopped trying to rally ourselves and put faith in father’s newest creation. In his choice for our future.

 

“Hey, Wake up.” Dean bolted up right, nearly bumping his into the jaw of the young woman who had shaking him. The hunter looked her over, Mariel looked utterly terrified, her jet black hair was falling messily into her pale face, her red rimmed eyes and flushed face making her previous activities more than clear.

“What’s wrong?” Dean just barely managed to keep his voice calm, he really hated seeing women cry. Especially not Mariel.

“He’s awake.” Mariel squirmed, water filling her tear ducts threateningly. “Castiel is awake, he’s been awake. I can feel it now because, because it’s like he took a while to start broadcasting or something and I can feel it.”

“Something’s wrong with him isn’t there?” Dean wrapped an arm around the girl, he had seen her fight leviathans and evil spirits without breaking a sweat or looking the tiniest bit stressed, but here she was completely shaken. “Is that what you’re feeling?”

Mariel only nodded, it was going to be an extremely long night.

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“Don’t you think she would safer back there?” Sam asked looking back at the lightly snoring mass of dark waves and awkward limbs that was Mariel. “I mean is Cass going to go berserk or something when he sees her.”

“That’s why we’re having her wait outside and telling him she’s in the car first.” Dean ran his fingers over the not-Impala’s steering wheel. “It’ll be better if they see each other.”

“Is this about her or is it about Emma?” The younger Winchester missed the emotions flashing through his brother’s eyes. “Or is about Cass?”

“We’re not discussing this.” Dean growled, he almost slammed on the breaks for emphasis. But Mariel let a particularly loud snort from the back seat, as one of Dean’s mobiles went off from the glove box. “Make yourself useful and get that. It should be Meg telling us Cass is awake.”

“This isn’t over Dean.” Sam retrieved the phone with an annoyed snort. “You need to talk to about what happened eventually.”

“Some things are better left alone.” The older muttered softly as brother and the demon bickered over the phone.

After ten minutes of back and forth between the taller brother and Meg, Sam slammed the phone shut with way more force than he should have. “So Mariel was right and he’s awake.”

“She’ll always be right.”

 

 

“If you don’t have good news you’re puppy chow.”

The new crossroads demon took a step back from the king of hell and the oversized hell hound curled up next to his chair. After a soft breath the saleswoman laid a hard drive on her boss’s desk, “All the information on the living nephilim, Miss Mariel Winchester.”

“All of it?” The aggravated crease in Crowley’s brow melted away immediately. The old determined King of the Crossroads shining through for the time in almost a year. “So I assume your little excursion into Roman’s company was successful.”

“More than successful sir,” The demon smiled with pride. “We got a lot of useful intel from it.”

“This is all I needed.” Crowley grinned, “Sic her boy.”

The hell hound was ripping the other demon into pieces before she could even attempt to rip a scream from her throat. Yes, today was going to be an excellent day indeed, if everything went according to his plans at least.

 

 


Kevin Tran had been in advanced placement all of his very short life. He had been late to school once since starting kindergarten, and that had been because he had given a presentation to various faculty members. Every time he had missed a day of school he had been doing things for college or had involved the hospital. The boy even still had his virginity. All in all, Kevin Tran was a good kid.

A good kid who was currently barreling down a highway, at 120 miles per hour. In his mother’s stolen car.  When he was supposed to be taking an exam. To make matters worse for Kevin, the poor kid had no idea where he was going.

The poor boy just knew his body was going to take him to the most important place in his, or may be anyone’s life at that very moment. If he had known what he would be finding he would not have gone at all.