After a twelve hour drive, we parked at a hotel on the outer skirts of Giffersburg, and we stayed the night. It's now noon the next day, and we are waiting for these 'brothers' Castiel keeps mentioning.

"Cas" I say finally. "Stop pacing."

"I have acquired this knack from Sam. It's not something I'm accustomed to, but I seem to do it anyway."

"Look" I stand from the table. "They'll be here. This Weapon you're going on about - we've got it in the fucking bag. I mean, it wasn't that hard. So chill. We'll get it."

"I hope so."

A small knock sounds at the door, then a slightly raspy, low voice calls. "Cas. It's us."

In a flash, Cas is at the door, opening it up. He grins at who he sees, with unmistakable love in his eyes.

The first, is short, but he looks stern and stubborn, like he is the oldest. He wears a brown, leather jacket, I top of a flannel, with navy blue jeans and boots. His hair, slightly golden brown, and short, and his eyes are a sparkling green.

The other, is taller, but looks the youngest out of the two. His brown hair is long, just to the base of his neck, with bright hazel eyes. He wears a plaid blue shirt, buttoned up. With those jeans and boots - same as his brothers.

"Cas, we need more information on what's happening" the shorter one says, taking a look around the room. "You told us jack on the phone. So--"

He finally notices me.

He's probably in his early, or mid thirties. I suddenly feel self conscious of my age.

"Who's this?" He says somewhat accusingly.

The taller one elbows him. "Hey. Be nice."

"Oh. Right" Castiel says, coming to my side. "Boys, this is Evangeline Mortem. A Hunter."

"Looks a bit young to be a hunter" the shorter one remarks.

"I'm twenty two" I say, looking up at both of them since, they tower me.

The taller one smiles, holding out his hand. "Sam Winchester." Then is eyes widen. "Mortem? Was your father Ridley Mortem?"

The shorter one looks to Sam, confused. I too, look at him confused.

Sam smiles, like he's calling back on an old memory. "Ridley! Don't you remember?" He looks to his brother. "We were at Bobby's when dad came home and got us after a hunt. That man was with them. He was like, ten years younger than dad! Ridley. Remember? Curly, brown hair, pale, those...eyes, of his."

"Ohh" the short one says, laughing slightly. "Purple eyes! I remember him."

I growl.

Both boys seem startled by it, and honestly, so am I. But I keep the glare in my eyes, the gritting of my teeth.

Sam looks to his brother. "This is Dean. You can tell he hasn't had many friends."

Dean gives him a startled, innocent 'what did I do?' Look.

"Anyway" Castiel says, getting our attention. "The Weapon is here and I intend to find it."

"What is the weapon?" Sam asks.

"A creature."

"What creature?" Dean asks.

"One more powerful than any demon, Angel, or God put together. Now let's go" Castiel says, walking out.

Dean sighs. "Well, at least we've fought deadlier things."

All together, we walk out, towards Jims - the dinner that the creature saw.

•|•|•

We've been sitting here, in this dinner, and I've seen no sort of Weapon.

We all have eaten, Sam getting coffee after coffee. But Dean keeps ordering fries and cheeseburgers. I've been too nervous to really gorge into anything. So I've just been tapping my nails on to the table, humming to a Slipknot song that's stuck in my head The Heretic Anthem.

Well if you're 555
Than I'm 666!

I snort, and everyone suddenly looks to me, but I ignore them, gazing at the door of the dinner.

This is just a waste of time.

I'm about to ask if we can go, but then someone walks through the doors, and I feel senses inside of me -- ones I never knew I had -- shrivel and curdle at the sight of him.

He wears a hooded flannel, hands on the pocket of his jeans with his head hanging low. I can't see his face, but instincts tell me it's him.

I'm about to tell Cas, but then he speaks.

"Demon" everyone follows his gaze, to the guy who just walked in, and now is sitting at the front counter.

My heart sinks. "No, it can't be."

"I can't see his real face" Castiel says, and I see Dean side out a dagger from his pocket, with intricate patterns on it. "He somehow is hiding it."

"He must be here for the Weapon" Sam says, and I tense at the thought of a fight.

"Somethings not right" Castiel murmurs, staring at the man.

No one says anything else, but they all watch the guy. He orders coffee, before drinking it. He leaves money on the counter, before leaving.

Dean throws some money on to the table, before we all head out after him. When we are out of the dinner, I turn and see him walk down the street, not many people around. Giffersburg is a small, almost country town, with not many in habitants.

He suddenly takes a turn down an alley way.

"Let's go. This is our chance" Dean says, picking up his pace before turning down the alley after him.

Sam does the same, Cas in tow, but I feel like something's wrong. No, it's not a demon...it can't be. I don't understand. Why do I feel so conflicted?

I don't join them, but I watch from the entrance of the alley, as they sneak up behind the guy, grabbing him. He gasps, flailing, and the throws Dean odd him with great strength, but Castiel presses a finger to his forehead, and he collapses.

"I will meet you back at the hotel" Castiel says, before disappearing, with the guy.

•|•|•

We race there, bursting into the Hotel room to see the guy tied to a chair, inside of a devils trap. Dean closes the door, shoulder still sore, but he acts as if it's okay.

I gasp.

His skin, tan with thousands, upon thousands of scars littering his body. They are all over his hands, and they snake up his neck. There's one across his lips, one across his eye, one on his nose, and one on his other eyebrow. That all look like individual cuts. His body itself, is broad shouldered but lean, with muscles that are now shown because of his flannel unbuttoned, revealing his tight, grey shirt underneath.

His hair, is a shaggy, auburn brown, but what really gets me are his eyes. They're not blue, green, or even black. They're not even red.

They are a bright, pink.

"He doesn't want to talk" Castiel says, frowning. "The holy water....isn't working."

"That's Bullcrap" Dean says, grabbing the dagger he was holding before, using it to slice across the guys arm.

I hold on a yelp.

The guy groans, but there isn't any blood as it heals almost immediately.

"Angel Blade?" Sam asks.

Castiel hands Sam a silver blade, and he steps forward, doing the same thing with that.

It's the same result. A groan, and then fast healing.

"Impossible" Dean says skeptically. "Now, I'm gonna make him talk. Enough of pillow fights and girly gossip - lets get down to business."

"No" I say, and they both turn to me. Castiel just gives me a knowing look.

Slowly, I step forward, until I am in front of the guy. He's maybe mid twenties; and my heart constricts as I see the pain and fear in his eyes. Why am I feeling this way? Usually, I have no remorse, no...nothing. But he's making me feel things.

I close my eyes, concentrating, and I feel the talons surface against, caressing my skull. Then slowly, I feel them reach forward, caressing the guys forehead, and I gasp at what hits me. Almost like someone's throwing it all at my face.

I stumble back, all the information and images so fast, it's hard to decipher it all. But I hear screaming, see flashes of blood, mutilated bodies, and then the sound of fire, wind, earth. Then, I see him -- as a little boy. In the middle of thousands of bodies, blood soaking him, on his knees, sobbing.

I open my eyes, gasping for air, and Sam grabs me and holds me up as I almost fall.

"What was that?" Dean whirls on me.

Castiel speaks. "She has abilities."

"Abilities?" Dean questions. "Like monster abilities?"

"More or less."

Dean gives Cas a glare, but Sam seems more concerned with if I'm okay. I assure him I am, and I stand on my own, rolling my shoulders.

"He's not..." I pause. "His name is Sebastian. Sebastian Nych. He's twenty five. He's alone. His parents died...everyone, in his home town died..."

There's silence, but utter horror coming from Sebastian's face.

"And now, he's on the run. And he's not some demon."

A longer pause.

I gulp. "He's the weapon."

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