"Mommy someone's at the door!" I screamed, my four year old self jamming brightly colored Legos together. "I'll get it!" Luke shouted, racing past me. "If it's Tiana tell her I'm here!" I shouted once again.

Balloons were tied to chairs, and cake sat on a wooden table. Surprisingly, my mother had somehow gotten me in a dress. Pastel yellow with a satin bow laced in the back. The collar of the dress itched, but who cares? After all it was my fourth birthday.

The door of our two bedroom apartment creaked open, but I didn't hear my brothers excited yell. "Luke?" My mother called at my brothers silence. "Mommy..." Luke said nervously, and I followed my mother to the front door.

It was ajar, revealing a tall man. He had honey colored hair, cut short. A beard was growing on his face, and he wore a button down shirt with a coat over. "Are you-" my mother started. But brave little me stepped forward. "What's your name?" I fearlessly asked, playing with the hem of my dress.

He smiled down at me, "Michael," he looked me up and down. "You must be Mahogany," he commented, looking towards my mom. "She's grown to look just like you Julia," he said, but it was strange... A mixture of proud and regret.

"Well you wouldn't know, would you?" My mother shot back, but masked in a pleasant tone. My brother tugged at our mothers skirt, "who is he, mamá?" He whispered quietly. My mother sighed, "he's your sisters father, Luke,"

"Maggie," Dean said gruffly, snapping fingers in my face. "You still with us?" He said shaking me. I cleared my throat, jumping back at the presence of Dean. I quick flash of me stabbing him jarred me awake. Dean steadied me, "woah... You okay?" He asked in concern, and I looked away. "Yeah fine," I shook my head, tucking a hair behind my ear.

Even though I could only see him through my peripheral vision, I could feel the hurt in his expression.

"This spell should work," Cas sighed, setting down a list of ingredients. Sam picked it up, skimming through the words. "Cas, it'll take days -weeks- for us to find all these things," Sam scoffed, narrowing his eyes, "a golden plated femur... Blood from a lamb blessed with holy spring water," Sam continued.

Dean raised an eyebrow, leaning against a wall. "Not days or weeks, just a few hours," Cas explained, "we have to Angels on your side,"

I cleared my throat, "Angel and a Half," I thinly smiled, picking up the list, "and Cas, I'm not exactly sure I can zap all the way to South Korea and get whatever the hell this is. I'm still shaking on the whole wing thing," I told him.

He softly nodded, "you can get things in closer range,"

I cleared my throat again, quickly skimming down the list, "I've got that, that, that and that," I instructed, jotting the paper with my finger.

I was about the leave when Dean stopped me, "woah, hold on... I can't just send you around the world or country whatever, without any defense!" He exclaimed, making me scoff. "Dean, we've been hunting monsters for three months. I've taken down 4 werewolves, a wendigo, two ghosts, vampires, and I've been to hell. I think I'm good," I said, rolling my eyes.

"You haven't fought Angels," he told me, "the stuff your getting, they're going to be on watch by the flying dickheads," he said, glancing at Cas for assurance. "Deans right, might as well learn a few moves," Castiel backed him up, to which I groaned.

Thanks Cas.

"Let's spar," Dean said, stancing right where he was. Another flash of his dead eyes made me stutter. "I-I can spar with Sam," I sputtered out, catching everyone by surprise. I yanked the placid beast from his chair, "wha-"

"He's taller," I cut him off, wincing at the excuse. "Taller?" Dean said slowly, glancing at Cas, to which Castiel shrugged. "Al-right..." Dean clapped his hands, sitting on the bed. "Go for it, and Sam, don't hurt her," Dean said.

I glared at his comment, but knew he meant well.

Time to prove him wrong.

I set my bag down, holding up my fists. My black eye had just faded from the wolf pack, and let's keep it that way. "Hey Samsquatch, come at me muchacho," I taunted, my Miami accent heavily pulling through. "Yeah sure, Chica," he jokingly retorted, to which I laughed.

What a gringo!

While I was busy chuckling at my thoughts, Sam had thrown an quick punch to which I barely missed. I threw a punch back, to which he dodged but kicked my leg, tripping me to the ground. "Oooooh," Dean winced, leaning on his elbows. I gritted my teeth with a smirk on my lips, pushing myself from the nasty motel carpet.

"You okay?"

"Shut up, Sam,"

He threw another punch, but this time I was ready. I grabbed his fist, and heard a slight crack under my grasp. I twisted his long arm, leaving his stomach open to be kneed.

He stumbled back, coughing slightly. "Holy shit, Mahogany," he rasped, giving a hurt smile, but a bemused one at that. Deans mouth was agape in a grin, and Cas stood smiling to himself.

I felt myself smile as I watched Cas. Too bad I was watching Sam. He had managed to grab my arms, pinning them behind me back. I struggled for a few seconds, as Sam cleared his throat, "tap out?" He politely asked, and I shook my head. "No..."

I hooked a leg around his ankle, and tugged as hard as I could. He slightly lost his footing, which gave me the opportunity to kick his shin, causing an arm to slip out. I yanked a free arm away, using it to land a punch on his jaw. I heard Deans throaty laughs from behind me, a some even from Cas. I was able to get my arm free from a surprised Sam. As soon as I broke free, he charged at me.

I didn't even know what happened.

My arms came up in a fluid motion, and in a quick movement, Sam was flung across the room, and pinned to the wall. Not a single finger had been laid on him.

The laughter had abruptly ceased.

My cocky smile had long since gone, and instead a felt a cold sweat. My arms still raised, I stood gasping for a long ten seconds. "Mags," Dean said, a sense of uncertainty in his voice. I flinched at the sudden noise, and mistakenly seemed to tighten the grip on Sam.

Five feet in front of me, Sam visibly was slightly more crushed, and he let out a small groan. "Mahogany..." He said, peering at me through his angled face. Dean stood up, eyebrows furrowed. "Maggie let him go now, it's over you won," Dean said, Cas nearing. "I can't," I squeaked, staring at my hands in fear. "Yes you can, you won!" Dean said, trying not to panic.

My terror stricken eyes looked at him, " No, I can't! I can't stop it!" I said frantically, and with every word, my grip tightened, leaving Sam now slightly gasping for air. Cas gripped my shoulder. "Maggie put your arms down."

"Cas I-"

"Just relax, and focus," he instructed.

I took a deep breath, biting my lip. Slowly my arms lowered, and Sam dropped to the ground. Dean rushed to his side, and I held my hands close to my chest. "Why-" I started breathlessly, "why couldn't I control it?" I fearfully asked.

Castiel looked up at me, hesitation in his eyes. "You're more powerful than you think Maggie. More powerful than any of us thought," he explained to which I stared at the floor. A long pause hung in the air, as Sam got up. "S-Sam I'm so sorry," I sincerely told him. He nodded with a small smile, while Dean glanced over.

"Maggie-" Cas started, slowly walking towards me. His electric eyes narrowed in scrutiny. Their glow made me want to smile, but I knew there was something else behind them. "-what happened in hell?" He asked curiously, as the three boys neared me.

My hands began to shake, and I grabbed the post-it note with my list. "I-I'll be back soon," I said quickly before disappearing.

*****

"Can you just give me the damn horn?" I hissed at the man tied to a walnut colored chair. I watched the beads of sweat drip down his face. "As President of the Association of Safety and Study towards Extra-Rare Scientific-Artifacts, I cannot give up the location of the Holy Horn," the nervous middle aged man sputtered for the fifth time.

"Listen, Mr. President of the ASSES-That's literally what your not so secret bookclub stands for- I need this freaking horn!" I shouted, "it's an animal horn! There's plenty of those! " I cried out, about to tear out my hair.

The man straightened up his duct taped body, "if I give up the location, I may loose my position as the President of th-"

"The Association of Safety and Study for Extra-Rare Scientific-Artifacts, yeah yeah. I heard you the first ten thousand times," I grumbled, pacing the room. I took out my list, glaring at 'Tom the ass.'

"This is the last thing on my list, and I need it!" I shouted, started to tear open the cabinets. Papers fluttered down from around me as I Peered through every drawer. "Stop! N-no! Crazy lady, please! Don't do that!" Tom called behind me, but abruptly stopped when I came upon a locked safe.

I smiled in victory, before slowly walking back to Tom. "What's the combination?" I said simply. He cleared his throat, "as presi-"

"Don't even start," I cut him off. "Say one more word that's not the combination, and you start getting hurt," I growled, flashing my angel blade. "25675," he said quickly, and I rolled my eyes. "Should've started with that Maggie..." I grumbled to myself.

A/N

Sooooo, happy Valentine's Day!!!! Trust me, there's more V-day Caggie coming up ;) but here's a mini comic I made from the previous chapter with a gif. Enjoy!

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