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Unknown Secrets [5]

Summary: Crowley and Rowena work at keeping suspicions off of the reader’s back while the Hunters get close to nowhere in their searching. Y/n discovers a possible pattern that could lead to Asmodeus’ whereabouts and even more answers relating to her lineage.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, reader, Gabriel (mentioned), Castiel (mentioned), Mick, Ketch, Rowena, and Crowley

Pairing: everyone platonic

Genre: Angst, bit of fluff

Word Count: 3,800 :O

Warnings: n/a

A/N: Merry Christmas SPN Family!!!! I wasn’t planning on finishing this chapter until after Christmas but consider it an early gift from me to you. Hope y'all enjoy it and would love to hear your feedback! <33

I wake with a start and take a few calming breaths and look around the living room. “When did I even fall asleep?” I only hope today isn’t nearly as nerve-wracking as yesterday was, I should probably call Ketch and let him know I’m with my “experts” and that they’re working on solutions as we speak. But the very thought brings back anxiety.

“Good morning, y/n. Sleep well I assume?” A deep British voice says from behind me. I sit up on the couch and see Crowley standing with his cellphone in hand. “My mother had to run some errands and test some theories she has about helping you stay hidden.”

I nod and say, “You certainly like to sneak up on people, Crowley,” the demon pockets his phone and chuckles.

“What can I say, it’s a hobby of mine.” he winks and continues, “The Winchesters are probably getting antsy, I figured it would be a good idea to go and give the boys a visit. Let them know that you’re safe and all.”

I nod, thankful I don’t have to be the one to lie on the spot. “Thank you, Crowley. What exactly are you going to tell them?”

“Nothing far from the truth, darling,” he says, smirking, “that you came to my mother for help and she asked for my help as well. If they try to push any further, I can just call them morons for suspecting you.”

I can’t help but laugh, Crowley smiles at me and he suddenly disappears. “Does he just follow the Winchesters around or something?” Though I’m grateful he went to tell them in person, I still wish I could hear what was going on.

I hear the front door click and a pair of heels walk inside, the door closing behind them.

“Hey, Rowena,” I call from my spot still on her couch, “go on any wild adventures while you were out?”

She laughs, her red curls bouncing as she unloads bags from her arms onto a side table near one of her armchairs. “No adventures this time, just calling in a few favors and catching up with some fellow witches.”

I raise my eyebrows at her. She never talks with other witches after she was practically a laughing stock after trying to create her “Mega Coven”.

“But enough about me,” she says, placing her large purse on the same table from last night. She walks into her kitchen area and continues, “how did your chat with Arthur go last night? By the time I came back to check on you, you had fallen asleep.”

“Well, I still feel horrible lying to him, but I don’t think he suspects me.” I follow her through her house and take a seat nearby where she was working in the kitchen, making even more tea and humming in acknowledgment. “But now I don’t know how to keep this up, I mean, these people have been hunting their whole lives and are famous for being paranoid. And to add to it, I have a message from Sam asking how I’m doing and to call him when I get the chance.”

She sends a quick sideways glance in my direction but doesn’t respond. I don’t have any ideas and frankly, the silence is welcomed.

Unfortunately, the silence doesn’t last long as I hear my ringtone go off from the coffee table in front of me. I pick it up and see Sam’s contact light up. Rowena immediately gets up and stands behind me as I answer with shaky hands, unprepared to talk with the Hunters again.

“Hey, Y/n?” Sam asks, although it was a little hard to hear him.

“Yes?” I respond, “it’s a little hard to hear you, Sam, are you guys on the road or somewhere with choppy wifi?”

I hear him huff a tense laugh and vaguely hear Dean on the verge of yelling. “Yeah well we got a surprise visitor and Dean and Gabe aren’t exactly thrilled with his appearance.”

I groan in frustration, I’m sure that it’s Crowley bugging the hell out of them rather than actually explaining what’s going on. Of course he had to leave all the hard lying to me. “Put me on speaker, will you? It’s gonna be a lot easier to explain what’s going on if I can just talk to everyone all at once.”

“Sure thing,” he responds, “alright, Y/n, you’re on speaker.”

“Um, hey guys, how’s the search coming?” I say, my leg bouncing with nerves.

“Hello, Y/n,” Cas responds, sounding extremely tired. Probably from dealing with everyone arguing about who knows what. “We don’t have anything yet, only the information we already knew about lightning storms and other demon signs here.”

“Okay, and what was all the shouting about?” Their end of the line went silent, “I’m assuming it has something to do with Crowley being there.”

“And how exactly did you know that?” I hear Dean say, I think he moved closer to the phone because his voice is much clearer than before. “You send him here or something?”

I roll my eyes even though the only person who can see it is Rowena. She chuckles and leans over me to speak into my phone, “You really think my son listens to anyone but himself, Dean?” She gives me a small wink and leans back indicating that’s all she wanted to say for now, placing my phone back on my lap as I hear Dean mutter something on the other line. I know Mick and Ketch have told me about Dean’s grumpiness, but it is insanely irritating to be trying to have a conversation with him while he’s in a mood.

“Wait, Rowena’s with you?” Sam asks incredulously, as someone slams the motel door. I can only assume it was Gabriel as I’m sure he wants nothing to do with demons and was already on edge with the Asmodeus situation.

I hear Crowley sigh loudly, I can just see his eyes rolling. I also hear someone’s footsteps walk toward the phone, “Helpful as ever, mother,” Crowley responds, “if you would all stop acting like morons for two minutes I could actually explain what’s going on here.” Now it’s my turn to sigh, if he’s gonna explain what’s happening then why the hell am I even here?

“No offense, Crowley, but I’d much rather hear what’s going on from y/n,” Mick speaks up, “I can’t speak for anyone else, but I am much more inclined to believe her.”

Crowley huffs and I can only imagine the eye roll Dean gave at his dramatics.

“If you insist, Mick, I would love to enlighten you, boys,” I say with a fake smile, hoping they could hear it in my tone and believe it is real. “I decided it wouldn’t be very smart to stay by myself if I really am sick or something else is going on, so I figured I should stay with some experts I know.” I pause looking up at Rowena, not really sure how I should word the rest of this. I’ve never been the best at lying so I decide to avoid a complete lie, though I know I can’t be entirely truthful without having a death wish. She nods in encouragement for me to continue. “Rowena and Crowley were kind enough to help me out and make sure I’m doing okay, I don’t know how long I’ll be with them but I’ll still be working to track any omens or look for possible patterns for you guys.”

I tentatively hold my breath, waiting for some kind of response. I hear the phone be picked up and I assume it is taken off of speaker since the connection becomes a bit clearer.

“Hey, y/n,” Mick says quietly. “I know this is scary for you, especially with Gabriel practically running you off of this case, but you know you can come to me or Ketch with anything right?”

My eyes begin tearing up hearing Mick talk so openly and kindly to me. I’ve certainly known him and Ketch the longest and I trust them both with my life. I can’t handle actively lying to them and not being able to come to them with my anxieties. Both of my boys calling me makes me realize how much harder coming clean is going to be; it’s not like I can drop off the face of the earth and disappear without anyone trying to look for me.

“Y/n? You still there, love?” Mick’s voice brings me back from my racing thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry I’m still here,” I respond, willing my voice to not crack. Turns out my willpower isn’t that strong as my voice is super quiet and breaks at the end of my sentence. I hear Mick sigh sadly on the other line as we sit in silence together for a moment.

Mick breaks the silence, empathy evident in his tone, “Are you safe? I know you are more than capable of handling yourself, but I want to make sure you’re also able to recover from this without driving yourself to a breaking point.”

I nod and respond, “Yeah, I’m safe here. I wish I could be there with you and Ketch but I know it’s best to stay away in case this is some kind of bug or something that can spread. I don’t want to get in your way.” I can tell my last comment upset him, even though I can only hear Mick I can vividly see his brows furrow in concern.

“Y/n, you don’t need to ever worry about being in the way. I can’t speak for the Winchesters or the bloody angels, but just know that both Ketch and I miss you, and he would really love a call from you when you feel up to it.”

I smile into the phone. The Brits aren’t really known for being endearing very often, but I know they are both making an effort to be available to me in their own ways.

“I’ll call him a bit later, I should really try and get some research done for you guys. Pretty sure the addition of Gabriel and my absence ruined any chance of there being brain cells left for you and Ketch to abuse.”

Mick chuckles quietly saying, “Alright, love, I won’t keep you any longer. Don’t forget to call and lend us that brain of yours.” He says teasingly.

I laugh and promise to catch up later, then I hang up on him. I didn’t even realize I had been crying until Rowena gently hands me a box of tissues and walks off to the kitchen. I hear her moving around, I realize she is making more tea as she places her tea kettle on the stovetop.

I decide I might as well start researching now so I can be sure to call Ketch later with more info on the surrounding towns. I have a feeling Asmodeus wouldn’t stray too far away from me without good reason to. From what other Hunters at my bar have been telling me over the past few months, nothing crazy or demonic has happened. Although no one around here knows what Princes of Hell are so there is always a possibility they simply weren’t seeing the signs.

Rowena walks back in and places two teacups and a kettle down on the coffee table in front of the couch and occupies the seat next to me as I grab my laptop out of my backpack. I smile as thanks to her and start up my computer.

I spend most of the day gathering as many weather reports from surrounding towns that date back to forty years ago and writing down any possible anomalies or patterns; since that is also when the lightning storms in Dubuque began. The only real breaks I take are when Rowena practically forces me to step away from my computer for some food, and most of our conversation is filled with what I’ve discovered.

Sometime in the afternoon, Crowley walks through the front door with a look of almost boredom on his face. “Hello, mother, y/n.”

Rowena waves and I respond, “Hey, Crowley, how did babysitting go?”

“Absolutely horrid. I honestly don’t understand how they can get anything done with the constant bickering.” I laugh at his exasperation. I was only with all of them for a day and it was pretty overwhelming. “I will say, the smartest thing they did was calling you.”

I shake my head trying not to laugh, “Did they make any progress on any leads?” I ask, hoping that they decided to pursue other possibilities other than the idea that I’m the nephidemon.

“Well, not really. They are still wasting time searching in Iowa for Asmodeus’s child,” oh no, they better not have done any other spellwork. Crowley softens his gaze, “don’t worry, they didn’t do anything magic-related. And anytime any of them tried to bring you up or suggest calling you again I tried to shoot down the idea.”

I sigh in relief. I know that if they tried to replicate Rowena’s previous spell it would only solidify in their minds that I’m the enemy right now. I can’t believe Crowley actively stuck up for me though, I know he said he would help but lying to that many powerful people and angels is extremely risky.

“Thank you, Crowley. I have another question though,” I really want to ask him if any demons he knows of are hanging around in the towns surrounding Dubuque.

“I am an open book, darling. What do you need to know?”

He responds. Rowena steps out gathering the teacups and kettle, giving me and Crowley the opportunity to have a little bit of privacy.

“Well,” I say, “I’ve been doing some research on the smaller cities surrounding Dubuque, and I’ve realized that every five years there have been regular lightning storms and even crop failures in the towns that grow enough crops to track that kinda thing.”

“Okay, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary, y/n. Crops fail all the time and electrical storms coming and going like that isn’t enough evidence.”

I hold my hand up at Crowley’s comment. He raises his eyebrows and moves to sit next to me on the couch, waving to continue my ideas. “That’s what I thought at first too, but here’s the thing, every five years on the same day the electrical storms and crop failures stop in one town and move to another. Five years later on the same day again they move to a third town. Wanna guess what happens five years from then?” Again I only receive an eyebrow raise and wave to continue, “It goes back to the first town. And, each of these towns are exactly four miles away from Dubuque.”

“That is very compelling, my dear, but how can you connect any of this back to Asmodeus?” Crowley asks sounding slightly impatient.

“That’s also what I was thinking, so I did some more research into Asmodeus himself, and turns out, he is the Fourth Prince of Hell.” Crowley’s eyes widen in surprise and recognition. “There’s one more thing,” I add, a bit hesitant as Crowley leans in interest sparking in his eyes. “The day Asmodeus switches towns is always on my birthday.” He leans back into the couch and lets out a puff of air.

“So what I’m hearing is that Asmodeus supposedly stayed in Dubuque for twenty years, had the nephidemon -” “You mean me.” I interrupt, but he narrows his eyes and continues, “then continued to stay in the towns exactly four miles from your town for what reason?”

I shake my head at his question. “Who knows why that demon does what he does, why bother trying to figure it out when we know the patterns of where he will be every year?” Rowena exclaims, her heels clicking against the floor as she struts into the room.

“That’s something that I’m sure Sam and Dean can overthink into creating a solution for us,” I suggest while grabbing my phone and searching for Ketch’s phone number. The phone rings twice before Ketch picks up.

“Hey, y/n! Feeling better I hope?” I can’t help but smile at Ketch’s warm greeting, though the warmth is quickly replaced with anxiety.

“Hey, Ketch. I’m feeling a little bit better, you sound a bit tired, are you okay?” I ask, partially to pass the conversation off of me but also in concern for him. It’s no secret that Hunters tend to keep emotions and worries holed up inside and the exhaustion lacing Ketch’s voice is concerning to me.

“I’m doing all right, love. Trying to ensure this town’s safety is all, plus,” he whispers, “you’re the only American I can deal with, and being practically holed up with these American Hunters is driving me a tad insane.”

I chuckle softly and he does the same. “Could you put me on speaker for a sec? I’ve been doing some research and I think I might have something.”

“You mean to say you didn’t call just to have a pleasant conversation with me?” I roll my eyes and wait for Ketch to do as I asked. “Alright, love, you’re on speaker now.”

“Okay, so as I just told Ketch I’ve been doing some digging and I think I might have found something demon-related.” I hear slight shuffling sounds coming from the phone, probably the boys grouping around the phone to hear me better. “Basically, my thought process was if we are thinking that Asmodeus stayed in Dubuque to try and throw off any suspicions that his future child would bring, he most likely isn’t still there.”

“Why do you say that?” Dean asks sounding unconvinced.

I sigh and reply, “Because it would be way too risky. A Prince of Hell and his kid hanging out in the same town for years? There’s no way Hunters around the country wouldn’t recognize the signs and go after them. Anyway, I was checking out the neighboring cities to see if any demon omens were happening and they are, in a very specific pattern too.” I paused taking a grounding breath, Crowley scoots a little closer, giving me some assurance as I continue to tell the Hunters on the phone about the cattle mutilations, electrical storms, and the small number of crop failures in three of the towns.

“How far are these towns again, y/n?” Sam asks.

“Oh yeah! Each town is exactly four miles from Dubuque.” It’s probably best to leave out what date these issues occur on, I’m trying to throw suspicion off of me and I doubt revealing my birthdate would truly do that.

“Even if it isn’t Asmodeus, I’ve been wanting to kick some demonic ass today,” Dean spoke up. I chuckle at his response, though I’m very grateful they are still willing to take care of my town while I’m not there.

“That’s not very nice of you to say. I might feel threatened.” Crowley butted in a playful smirk on his face.

“Y/n, can you take us off speaker for a second?” Mick asks, sounding a bit uncomfortable.

I look over to Crowley a bit confused, Mick never sounds like this and his tone is putting me on edge. “Um, yeah, one sec Mick.” I respond, Crowley rolls his eyes and gestures vaguely to himself as he scoots back to give me a bit of privacy.

“Y/n, love? You still there?” Mick says from the other line, I don’t know why he’s so worried and I’m also not sure if Ketch’s phone is off speaker yet.

“Hey, Mick. Um, why did you want to talk privately?” I question.

“Well, are you sure you’re safe there? I certainly trust that you can handle yourself, and there’s not a doubt in my mind that you’re working hard on this case with us, but I want to make sure you’re not in danger…” He trails off.

“If you’re asking about if I’m safe where I am geographically speaking then yes, I’m in one of the safest places I could think of. I am also with the safest experts I could think of other than you or Ketch.” I pause, hoping that Mick doesn’t worry as much about me. I want him and Ketch to focus on hunting Asmodeus and keep me completely out of their minds.

“If you say so, it’s just,” Mick pauses, a sigh leaving his lips, “you know me well, love. I don’t trust easily and I certainly don’t trust demons. So, if you’re feeling up for it, I know that I would feel better with you here. Even if you stay at your home or here at the hotel all day, simply knowing you’re nearby would greatly ease my conscience.”

I drop my head and try to come up with lies or excuses as to why I can’t go back yet, I’m not ready, and what happens if Castiel or Gabriel try to use angel powers and check up on me or something? What if they find out that I’m a monster?

“I know you might not be ready yet, but just know that I’m here if you want to talk through anything.” Mick brings me out of my panicked thoughts. I’m very grateful that he has given me some time to decide.

“Well, I’ll definitely need some time to decide, I would love to be back with you guys and work the case. But I have to be certain I won’t pass out again or cause for you guys to waste more time on me when we need to focus entirely on hunting down Asmodeus and getting some answers.”

“I understand, y/n. Just, take care of yourself and give me a call tomorrow, okay?” I nod.

“I will, Mick. I love you and Ketch for looking out for me, make sure you’re both taking care of yourselves, okay?” Like most Hunters, when the Brits are on a tough case they tend to forfeit sleep and mental health until the monster is dead and people are safe.

He huffs a laugh, “We’ll try our best, love. You keep resting and get your strength up and call us whenever you’ve decided.”

I promise to call tomorrow and hang up with one last goodbye to Mick before he hangs up. Although I am terrified of the idea of being surrounded by these relentless Hunters, I know the situation can also get so much worse if they become suspicious of me while I’m staying with Rowena. I can’t let her earn more enemies because she chose to help me, it’s time to finally face the music.

Unknown Secrets [4]

Summary: The reader is confronted by the Winchesters, angels, and British Men of Letters. They are still suspicious of y/n but they let them go home to rest. Y/n instead seeks answers at an old friend’s home and tries to work out what to do next.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, reader, Gabriel, Castiel, Mick, Ketch, Rowena, and Crowley

Pairing: everyone platonic

Genre: Angst, bit of fluff

Word Count: 3,742

Warnings: n/a, reader has a small anxiety attack but nothing crazy :)

A/N: Hello y'all! Thank you so much for this support and patience. I’ve been at college for a while and my dad also passed away so this chapter is out wayyyy later than I anticipated, but here it is! Hope you enjoy <3

The click of the Impala’s doors jars me from my racing thoughts, Cas glances my way and quickly opens his door, getting out of the car. I’m still feeling the effects of passing out, so hopefully Cas doesn’t just leave me here in case I faint again. Luckily, he walks around the car to my side, carefully opens my door, and helps me out.

“Do you need any help walking, y/n?” Cas asks while watching me hold onto Baby for support.

“I think I just need a second to get my balance back.” Part of me wants to just accept his help and walk back in to get whatever is going to happen over with, but I need a moment to prepare myself since Gabriel clearly didn’t want me to hear what he had to say.

“Let’s get this over with I guess.” I start walking towards the hotel room, still a bit shaky but Cas is right by my side in case I faint again, or if I tried to run I guess.

“Why do you say that?” Cas asks, focusing his eyes forward.

I scoff, “It’s pretty obvious, Cas,” I say looking at him, “your brother clearly has some kind of issue with me and didn’t want me around to hear what he has to say about me.” Cas slowly nods his head and keeps facing forward.

We reach the front door which Cas opens, stepping to the side and letting me walk in first. It’s very obvious that whatever Gabriel had said made everyone uncomfortable, even Mick and Ketch were looking at me like I was a killer or something. Since Gabe has since occupied my spot on the bed, I instead opted for the chair next to the door.

The atmosphere is so tense, I feel like I can hardly breathe. “So, what the hell, Gabriel?” I say, with zero response. Cas shuts the door and locks it, standing right behind my chair, as though I could actually go anywhere right now.

“We need to ask you some questions, y/n.” Ketch offers, making brief eye contact with me then looking back at the floor.

“Alright, well what kind of questions other than are you secretly hiding Asmodeus’ kid - which I am not by the way,” I say, looking up at Cas, still pissed at both him and his dramatic brother.

“We need to know everything that you remember, every last detail no matter how dumb or insignificant,“ Dean says.

"But I already-”

“And don’t say "I already told you everything, please believe me!” Because that’s clearly not true, alright?“ Gabriel interjects, standing swiftly from the bed, every word dripping with anger. I look into his eyes, hurt vivid in the whiskey color, stabbing at my heart till my eyes begin to water.

I look down at the floor, knowing everyone’s eyes will hold the same hurt and distrust. "I swear, on my life, that I have told you everything,” I say, voice shaking and on the verge of crying or passing out again. I wish I hadn’t bothered on this hunt in the first place. “And if you still don’t want to believe me, then fine don’t,” I say looking back up to Gabriel. Nothing changes in his eyes, Sam sighs and awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.

“Y/n?” Ketch asks. I glance at him but I can’t read him at all, I look back to the floor and lean into the side of my chair. “You’re sure that is everything you remember?” I nod and keep looking at the floor.

I can’t stand the anxiety creeping up, the image of Gabriel’s hate-filled eyes filling my vision. I can’t exactly blame him though, if I was sure that someone in front of me was the child of a monster that tortured me for months, I’d want them dead too. “Oh god, does everyone here want me dead then? I mean, I understand Sam and Dean not immediately believing me, but Ketch and Mick surely don’t”. I vaguely hear some footsteps walking towards me.

I realize it’s Mick as he crouches down and gently takes my hands in his. “It’s alright, ” he says, “look at me when I say this, okay?” I take a shaky breath and look at Mick, seeing years of trust and friendship in his face.

“The reason why we keep asking you is because when you were unconscious, whatever you were seeing or dreaming about, it had to do with Asmodeus…” I feel my chest tighten, I had thought it was just some twisted nightmare or my brain reacting oddly with the information I heard before I passed out. I don’t even know how to respond.

“Anything you wanna say that would clear this up?” Dean asks. Though it sounds more like a command than a question really, not that it matters anymore, at this point I’m at these people’s mercy.

“I’m one hundred percent sure, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I don’t even bother meeting anyone’s eyes out of both guilt and exhaustion, I should just go home at this point. “There isn’t a way for me to prove it, but I seriously am lost on what you guys are talking about at this point. So unless you want to tell me what happened, I’m feeling pretty shitty so it’d be great if I could just go home and rest, that okay with you?” It’s silent for a moment, and I look up to see Sam and Dean locked in a stare.

Sam slowly nods and so do Dean and Castiel. I shakily stand, and Ketch offers to help me to my car. I roll my eyes, “Gotta still keep an eye on me huh?”

“You did faint, twice so yeah I’ll stick with watching out for you.” I nod and give a weak goodbye to everyone and grab my jacket, keys safely inside and walk out the door, Ketch following close behind.

“You know I believe you right, y/n?” Ketch says, offering his arm for me to hold onto. I truly don’t deserve him or Mick, especially risking their reputations for helping me out. I hope that whatever I saw has a logical explanation for once. I hold onto his arm, his other hand coming up to gently hold mine, a reassuring gesture that calms my nerves.

“I’m glad you do, it means the world to me,” He hums in thought, “Just wish everyone else would I guess.” The rest of the walk to my truck is quiet, an odd occurrence with Ketch but welcome nonetheless.

“Thank you, Ketch, for believing me and everything,” I say as I climb into the driver’s seat. He only smiles and tells me to be safe but my mind is already somewhere else, as I watch him walk back towards the motel room, I think of options on how to handle this situation. I just lied to four strong hunters, an angel, and an archangel.

And if I came clean now I think it would only make things worse, maybe an old friend can help this whole thing get better and not worse.

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The light ring of her doorbell draws me out of my thoughts, I certainly hope she’s home, the only other person I could go hideout with is - “No, I’m not hiding,” I need information before jumping to dangerous conclusions “I’m searching for other possibilities.” The only other people I could ask about this are Mick and Ketch, and I doubt that would go over well.

The front door clicks open, and Rowena immediately envelopes me in a hug. “I haven’t seen you in far too long, y/n! How have you been?” I smile and hug her tightly, thank god she’s home.

“I’ve been good! You’re right it has been too long. Um, could I come in for a second?” Her smile falters for barely a moment, confusion clear on her features.

“Of course, dear. Are you alright?” I swiftly walk inside her apartment and turn to face her.

“Can you promise me that whatever happens, you won’t tell Sam or Dean anything?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, did they do something I should know about?” Rowena asks, raising her chin with an air of confidence and protectiveness.

I merely hold my head in my hands, my elbows resting on my stomach, and pause a moment, wondering how to break the news. “Do you remember doing a spell for the Winchesters a while ago? One that had to do with Asmodeus?”

“Yes I do, took me a few tries to get it just right but it got them a location for the demon. I heard you were helping them in this case, is that why you’re here?”

“Well yes and no. I was helping them on this case, but they didn’t ask me to come visit you,” I turn around and walk further into her home, taking a seat on one of her armchairs. “I had a weird vision and I don’t know what it means but long story short, the Winchesters, Castiel, Gabriel, and possibly Mick all think I’m the nephidemon they’re after.”

I look up at Rowena, hoping for her to keep this secret. We’ve helped each other out of rough spots before, I’m sure she can do it again.

“Okay, tell me about this vision of yours.” She states without judgment, taking the seat across from me.

I told her everything I can remember, and everything that happened after in the hotel. At some point in my retelling, she gets up and makes a quick drink for us both. Smells strongly of cinnamon but tastes more like a kind of tea.

Rowena takes her seat across from me again and cautiously says, “I don’t mean to add anything negative to an already distressing situation, but that vision sounds a lot more like an old memory resurfacing.” I nod, I already had a feeling that was the answer but hearing from her makes it so much more real. “I’m assuming you didn’t tell any of the boys about this memory,” I nod again, “And you’re needing a place to lay low for a bit?” A knowing smile gracing her face.

“That would be the best thing right now, Rowena. Thank you.” She smiles and waves her hand in a shooing motion.

“It’s no problem at all, I do love your company.” I laugh and fully relax for the first time since I left the motel today.

“Is it possible for you to do the spell again, but with the map only showing this city to see if I’m the thing Sam and Dean are hunting? Otherwise, it’s probably back in my town and I’d rather be sure.”

Rowena sighs and glances away for a moment, “That spell used a lot of rare ingredients so it would take a little finessing, of course, you’re welcome to stay here while you figure everything out.”

“Thank you so much, Ro, I owe you one.”

“Make it two,” she says, a playful smile evident.

“Deal. I just hope they don’t try to find out where I am right now. I told them I would be staying home until I felt alright to help them with the hunt.”

“I know Samuel knows where I live, but don’t tell them where you are for now, who knows what they’ll do if they think you’re Asmodeus’ child.”

“Yeah, especially Gabriel.”

She hums in agreement, deep in thought again. She looks back over to me and asks, “I’ll probably need some help, finding the ingredients needed for the spell and all that, would you be alright if I gave my son a ring and let him know what’s going on?”

“I’ve only ever heard of him but yes. If you could tell him to not tell anyone else then I’m totally fine with him being in the know for this situation.” Although I don’t personally know her son, Rowena is loyal to a fault and I can only assume he was raised with that quality.

She stands up and claps her hands together, “Excellent, I’ll go call him up right now and we can get this plan in motion.” I watch as Rowena leaves the room and faintly hear her talking on the phone with I assume to be her son. I allow myself to get lost in my thoughts, I haven’t truly had a moment to myself where I could focus on processing everything the boys back at the motel said. Time seems to pass by extremely slow, hours have probably passed but there’s no real way to tell. I’m practically sleeping while sitting up with all the exhaustion catching up to me.

There was a slight noise behind me. I spin around to see someone standing by the door, a man with a beard and long black overcoat.

“Rowena!” I call out, grabbing my knife from my belt as I jump to my feet. The witch came back into the room, hanging up her phone, the strange man doing the same.

“Y/n, there is no need for that knife,” I look from her to the man across from me, slightly lowering the knife but keeping it out in the open, “allow me to introduce you to my son, y/n this is Fergus, Fergus this is y/n.”

The man pockets his cellphone, I hadn’t even realized he was holding one at the time. He then walks over and sticks out his hand, “Crowley, actually,” I shake his hand and place my knife back in its spot on my belt, “I have heard many things about you, and I have what you and my mother need to test your theory.” He gestures to Rowena, then a table in the next room covered in ingredients, sitting next to a small map of the immediate area. I have no clue how he could have possibly gotten all those ingredients this soon, but I’m certainly grateful he and Rowena are willing to help me.

“Wait, how on earth did you get all of these things so fast?” I ask.

Crowley laughs and replies cheekily, “I have my connections and a number of them owe me a favor or three, figured now is a good time to call them in.” I nod, looking between him and the table containing my fate. “Plus, it has also has been hours since you came here so I did have some time.”

“It’s been hours?? No, that’s not possible. I know I completely lost track of time but I’ve been sitting here for hours? I hope Ketch hasn’t tried to call me or anything, not like I have any answers for him yet.”

“Alright, let’s do this then,” I say, walking to the table and sitting down in front of it. Rowena and Crowley follow suit standing on either side of me. They begin saying the spell, adding different items as every word is spoken. Rowena beginning, and Crowley continuing where she leaves off. The tension builds as every second passes, I almost start shaking with anxiety but I take a few breathes to try and calm myself down.

A flame erupted and covered the map, making me jump in surprise. At first, it seemed as though the fire would destroy the whole map, but then as suddenly as it began, it went out. Leaving behind Rowena’s apartment building and the surrounding area. My only reaction is to sit deeper in my chair and pray to wake up from this nightmare.

A grounding hand falls gently onto my right shoulder, I know it’s Rowena but I have no idea what expression is on her face. Crowley cleans up the mess of the charred map and carefully disposes of the used up ingredients.

“Crowley,” I say, still looking at the table where my fate was revealed. I hear him come back to my left side and hum in recognition, “is there any way you can convince the Winchesters that I have a reason for not returning to this case? I feel like they are already suspicious of me and this sudden disappearance certainly doesn’t help my case.”

The demon remained silent for a moment. I look up and realize he is focusing on Rowena intently. I hope he isn’t asking her to stick her neck out for me more than she has already. I know both of their reputations with the Brits and angels are shaky at best. And it won’t take very much for the Winchesters to go back to hunting them like another monster.

“Well, the best thing I could do is have you call them and say you have a sickness of some kind, and you have to figure out what’s going on before you can continue the hunt in person.” He glances between me and his mother, and I feel her move. I turn to see her nodding her head, unsure if it’s for permission or as encouragement.

“How would they know you were in contact with me without looking like you were hiding something?” I question. I really do appreciate Crowley risking his life for me, but I can’t just expect it right off the bat.

He smiles mischievously, “I have my ways darling,” I nod with a small smile, “however,” Crowley continues, “then you have a tough choice to make.”

“And what could that possibly be, other than needing to seriously consider making me disappear to avoid whatever the other hunters of the world would want to do to me as some kind of disastrous hybrid?” I can tell that my little outburst concerned Crowley and Rowena, both stiffening and standing taller. I just hope it doesn’t deter them from keeping this a secret.

Crowley clears his throat and waves his hand in front of my face saying, “First of all, in case you haven’t heard, Lucifer had a child. Jack is his name, and even though his father is and always will be a monster that should be destroyed, Jack is one of the kindest so-called monsters to exist.” He grabs a free chair and drags it over to sit eye to eye with me. His eyes are earnest and his face caring, “You can hate yourself later, but right now there is no time for that. You’ve already given the Winchesters far too much time alone with too little information on why you’re not there. So, the tough decision is to choose between saying you’re doing so bad that you can’t afford to even take a phone call from them,” I look at him in disbelief. I mean, does he really think these people will believe that amount of bullshit?

“There’s no way they would ever buy that. They may be trusting but they aren’t stupid.”

“You’re completely right, dear,” Rowena chimes in, “the other option which they will be more likely to believe, is that you can still help with research, tracking possible demon signs, and call them if you have any ideas. But it’s best to go to someone you trust to see what made you faint and feel ill.”

“I wonder who those people would be,” Crowley chuckles at my comment. I know it’s going to be hard to lie, and even harder to tell a convincing lie, but there is no other way to protect people. I can’t stand the thought that all my life, I was protecting my town from horrific creatures when I should have just left and gone underground from the very beginning.

“Y/n, I know how you became a Hunter, and I know it breaks you inside thinking that you weren’t fully human these years. But don’t lose sight of all the good you’ve done, the lives you’ve saved and changed.”

“You a mind-reader or something, Ro?” I question the witch. She merely laughs and winks as she walks over to my go bag sitting on her beautiful couch.

“Now all that’s left to do is give those boys a ring.” She hands me my phone and I scroll through my contact list, landing on Ketch’s number. This has to happen at some point, if I keep them all in the dark it will only make this situation worse.

My screen then lights up with his contact picture, I guess he decided to give me a call instead. I answer it worried about what he might say. Rowena and Crowley quietly left and whisper in the room next to me as I pick up the phone.

“Hello, y/n. How are you feeling?” I sigh with relief, he still sounds like a friend, not a suspicious ally.

“Hi, Ketch. I’m glad you called,” my voice shakes a bit with nerves, I’ve never lied to him or Mick and now the Winchesters and two angels are on their side. “I’m gonna be honest, I’m not doing as good as I was hoping today.”

He lets out a long sigh, “I was worried you might say that. Is it just leftover effects from the fainting episode?”

“To be honest, I think the faint was more of a warning. I don’t think I’ll be there for a while.” I’ve never been good with silence over the phone, but with this big a lie to the person I trust the most, the situation is already weighing on me.

“Well,” he finally answers, “you do know we happen to have two very capable angels here that would be more than happy to figure out what’s going on with you.”

“Yeah, that’s kinda the main problem.” I think sadly, “Yeah, I know, I happen to have two very capable experts that I’m going to go see about this weird sickness.”

“If you trust them, then that’s all that matters. Just keep me updated okay?”

It hurts hearing the care and patience coming from Ketch, I’ll have to make sure that no one ever realizes anything is off with me. “Will do Arthur, and hey, I’m sure I’ll be fine to do some research or demon sign tracking. Don’t count me out just yet.”

He laughs, sounding more confident, “Good with us, give me a call whenever you meet with these specialists, so I know you’re in good hands.” I promise to call him and quickly hang up. I don’t know what I did to earn such an amazing friend, but now I almost wish I never met him.

Summary: Y/n joins the hunt for the mysterious nephidemon, but she finds out some shocking information that brings them closer to saving this town from the clutches of Asmodeus’ child.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, reader, Gabriel, Castiel, Mick, Ketch, Asmodeus

Pairing: everyone platonic

Genre: Angst, bit of fluff

Word Count: 3,906

Warnings: none :)

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but here it finally is! <3

I pull up next to Baby in front of the small motel. “So we meet again, beautiful.” I say lovingly, patting the roof of Dean’s beloved car. I walk up to room number 63. The six has a loose screw which makes it look more like a nine, so I hope it really is room 63.

My anxiety is quelled when I see Ketch open the door with a wide, relaxed smile. “Hello, darling. I hope you didn’t spend all of last night trying to research just to show off,” he says while giving me a hug and playfully winks, prompting Mick to shake his head from his spot at a small table across from Sam, whose laptop is open and running some sort of crazy code.

"No, not this time. Although I have always been the brains behind the operations when it comes to you two." 

Mick let out a chuckle while Ketch simply rolls his eyes and went to lounge on the couch. Sam then gets up, somewhat awkwardly and offers a quick hug.

"So,” he starts, “me and Dean tried to dig up anything extra we could have skipped over in either demon lore or any offspring they could produce.” I nod for him to continue as he takes a seat and turns his computer towards me. “The only thing that could be a possible lead is the tracking spell Rowena used and there’s been a history of weird weather patterns - especially lightning storms for almost forty years. So that means that either Asmodeus or his child has been here for at least forty years.”

I rest my chin on my hand and think about what could explain this Prince of Hell living in my town for forty years. I mean, how have I never ran into him or seen anything weird even once?

The door opens and in walks Dean with lots of beer and various snacks, along with a pie that I assume to be cherry.

“Alright, what’s the game plan guys? FBI or some basic computer research?” Dean asks, putting away his items and walking over to his bed and plopping down looking at me.

“Sam was just catching us up on the weather stuff y'all found last night.” I respond, noticing Sam’s open laptop. “Although I think it would make the most sense if Asmodeus was here for, let’s say, twenty years, scoping the place out and getting other Hunters to believe that the storms would be normal so no one bats an eye once his child is born, and they could live here for maybe twenty more years, completely undetected.”

After a short pause, Mick speaks up, “It is certainly possible and the most likely lead we have. Why else would he want to risk staying in one area for that long?" 

Sam sighs and nods in agreement and slides his computer to face himself again.

"So, y/n,” Dean starts and I pick my head up and look to him, “has anyone ever seemed off to you or someone you heard of being born thirty to forty years ago?”

I snort a laugh and respond. “You named most of the folks in this town. Most people have grown up here all their lives and don’t really have the desire to move away. Not many long term or consistent visitors either.”

Ketch stands up from the couch and walks over to Mick snatching a notebook sitting next to him. He says, “alright, who could be the most likely candidates for being this monster, y/n?”

I rubbed my eyes and leaned back, trying to narrow down who to say, but all I could see were faces morphing into each other and names swirling through my thoughts. “How should I narrow it down?” I ask with my eyes closed for a moment, opening them only because of the sound of Sam typing on his computer and Ketch speaking.

“Let’s start with anyone especially strange or out of the ordinary, people between thirty and forty who have lived here their whole lives, only children, maybe anyone who doesn’t know their parents or their mother died in birth.”

I take a deep breath and start naming people that fit any or all of the criteria Ketch described while explaining which characteristics they have as Ketch writes the addresses that I can remember and Sam types up the list.

It takes us a few hours of narrowing down and organizing everyone into sizable chunks and who our most likely hidden monster is. Luckily, everyone lived nearby and Dean brought back some good food choices. Well, as good as gas station and tiny grocery store food can get.

“I vote we get a move on with this list and split up a bit to cover more ground.” Ketch suggests.

Sam glances at Dean as he says “Works for me. We going for FBI on this one?”

The group nods as Dean butts in saying, “We’ll go through the people in these neighborhoods,” he waves his hand over the section towards the east, “and you three can take the rest.” He says while pointing at me.

“Alright, let’s get ready and get a move on.” I say, standing up and walking out to grab some gear. I can’t help but think how odd it is that I have grown up with these people and all this time one of them could be such a horrible, dangerous creature. My palms almost itch with the anticipation of making my town, and the world a safer place. But I can’t help but wonder if we’re making the right decision.

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“Last house will be just to the left of Willow Street.” Mick says from the passenger side, directing Ketch to our final stop before it got too late.

I don’t even know how we’re gonna find this nephidemon at this point. No one we’ve talked to all day has said or remembered anything that would help us remotely. Hopefully Sam and Dean have had some better luck, I think as Ketch pulls up to the curb across from the house.

We all climb out of the car and casually walk up to the front door, Ketch and Mick with their badges and me prepared for the endless complaints this case will earn me from the locals for bringing the feds to their doorsteps. But, if I can possibly help out Mick, Ketch, Cas, and the Winchesters with something like Asmodeus or his freak kids, then it’s worth it. The door opens revealing Fred and his wife, Josie with polite smiles on their faces.

“Hey, Fred and Josie! How have you guys been?” I ask, smiling warmly.

Josie responds for them both. “We’re doing just fine, dear. You should join us for game night next time!” 

I laugh and nod enthusiastically, about to explain and introduce the two "agents” beside me when Fred beats me to it. “Who are your friends? They visitors?” he interjects with slightly narrowed eyes and hands shoved in his pockets.

“Of course, my apologies. These are FBI agents McCullough and Morgan.” They both hold up their badges with calm expressions. “They’re old friends of mine and have been looking for someone they think might have been hanging around here for awhile. I figured you both have excellent memories and I was hoping you wouldn’t mind us taking a few moments of your day to help them find a potential suspect?” I slightly tilt my head and try to look as innocent and eager to help as possible. Fred and Josie have always treated me as one of their own children and I certainly hope Ketch doesn’t offend them in any way.

“It’s no problem at all. Very nice to meet you gentlemen. As y/n stated I am Josie Hutcherson and this is my husband, Fred.” Josie, being the polite and kind person that she is, shook hands with Ketch and Mick, welcoming us all inside.

One nice thing about living in a small town is how nothing really changes; not the people, the drama, and not any buildings save for the occasional fresh coat of paint or new lamp. Having something constant is always welcome, especially when it feels like the world is ending.

“What case did you say you were helping them with, y/n?” I’m drawn out of thoughts by Mrs. Hutcherson kindly sitting down across from Mick and Ketch, Fred still choosing to stand near his wife with crossed arms.

“They’re trying to track the movement of a very dangerous criminal, they have reason to believe he stayed here awhile back and then left." 

Josie smiles at me and turns back to the "agents” to speak, but Fred says, “Uh huh. And why does the FBI want to take up your time in this what I would think would be a highly classified search?”

Fred may mean well, but words were always something he left to Josie. Hopefully he’s only put off by Mick and Ketch, I would really hate for them to be hiding this demon kid.

“Y/n here knows almost every person in this town, and from what she’s told us she is extremely attentive as well.” Mick offers, “We were looking around aimlessly until we met her. My partner actually was interviewing her and she offered to help us look around town for a little bit.” He gave a reassuring smile towards Josie and a firm nod towards Fred.

“Now, have either of you noticed anyone strange at all in the past thirty to forty years? They would be extremely charismatic but slightly arrogant as well. And maybe looked something close to this picture.” Ketch asks while pulling out a picture of the current vessel of Asmodeus. Even though we aren’t sure he was in this vessel when having a kid, it’s the best bet we have in recognizing him at all.

Both Josie and Fred denied anyone acting out of the ordinary or ever seeing that picture before. I could tell Mick and Ketch wanted to keep interviewing Josie since she was more open, so I tried to get Fred a little ways away to get through to him better. “I know that you don’t really care for the FBI and sticking their noses where nothing has happened, Fred. "He uncrosses his arms with a sigh and a reluctant nod. "But this guy is a really bad guy and they asked me who would be the most attentive people to ask about. And you and your wife were the first I thought of, that’s all.”

After Fred agrees to be more open to answering their questions, I smile and thank him before walking back out toward the living room where Mick and Ketch are standing up.

“Y/n, I believe we shouldn’t take up anymore of these people’s time. Thank you both so much for all your help.” Mick says with a kind smile and handshake with Josie, then Fred.

“Thank you Josie and Fred, I’ll come over when I can,” I say with a wave out the door and down the sidewalk. Mick and Ketch also exit and walk back to their car.

“Anything you guys picked up on?” I question, lowering my voice with caution.

Ketch closes his eyes and with a short huff of air responds “Not really. The only odd thing Mrs. Hutcherson mentioned were the persistent lightning storms that drove everyone inside, except for this one time. There was a man and a small child who were outside in the middle of the road, completely unprotected. Just gazing up into the sky for a few hours….”

Thunder, so loud that it feels as though the earth beneath my feet shakes. I look up in wonder as brilliant flashes of lightning take over the dark sky. A warm hand rests on my shoulder, its presence keeping me focused and grounded.

I glance up to the man, who has a prideful smile and warm eyes, and I remember feeling safe despite the chaos and danger surrounding us.

The man speaks, sounding southern and calm. “My daughter, this will be our last night together, I was hoping for more time with you but it’s far too dangerous.” I tilt my head in question, turning to face him more. He continues, “Someday all of this will seem like a dream for you. That’s when your purpose will become clear. And we will be united once again.”

I feel tears starting to form, this is my father, he can’t abandon me now! “But father, when will that happen? And how long after I remember will I see you again?” He bends down to my level taking both my hands in his.

“I know I will miss you, my child, but I would rather feel this heartache than know you are at risk from Hunters. They are so dangerous and you must always be careful around them. Alright?” I nod my head and hug my father, one last time. I hear him speak once more. “I love you, never forget that.” And the whole world goes silent.

I faintly hear voices speaking to me but I couldn’t make out what they are saying. I know it’s Mick and Ketch. What on Earth are they doing here? The entire case comes flooding back to me, the Winchesters, Asmodeus, his kid, my strange hallucination. I struggle to open my eyes met with blinding light and someone, Sam, I think, sitting next to me.

“I’m sorry Sam, but there is no way for me to understand why she fainted. She appears to be in good health, not dehydrated, having enough food and energy. I can’t find anything wrong.” Cas says, slightly leaning his head back from his place at the end of a bed, near a small mirror on the wall.

I try to sit up and ask what’s going on, but Sam gently pushes my shoulders back onto the mattress.

“Hey, y/n don’t sit up yet, alright? You’ve been passed out for a while. Do you remember anything?” Sam speaks calmly and softly, as though speaking too loud may cause me to lose consciousness yet again.

“I remember helping you guys on a case,” I start, realizing how quiet my voice is and how hard it is to speak clearly. “You and Dean went to interview some people and Mick, Ketch, and me did the same. I remember leaving their house and walking out to the car…” I trail off, too unsure of how much I should reveal before learning whether it’s a weird vision, or… a memory? I shake my head at the thought. It’s simply impossible. I glance at Sam then Castiel while saying “I think that’s all I can remember, sorry.”

Sam gives a gentle smile just as the front door opens, revealing Dean, Ketch, and another person. He’s the shortest out of all the men but has a confidence about himself, sandy blond hair that’s longer than Dean’s but shorter than Sam’s, with beautiful whiskey colored eyes.

“Morning, Sunshine. Feeling any better?” Ketch asks, dragging my attention away from the newcomer.

“A little. My brain is still kinda foggy though. What happened?” I ask, looking between Mick and Ketch hoping they can help me discern reality from fiction.

“Well,” Mick begins, “we had finished interviewing the Hutchersons and walked out to our car. I told you what Mrs. Hutcherson had told us about seeing a man and a child during a lightning storm, and you fainted.”

He explained, taking a seat on my other side. I just stared at him for a while, trying to understand what had happened. I’m not a person who regularly faints, and this simply cannot be a coincidence.

“Okay, um thank you.” I say, surprised at how numb I sound. “Also, who are you?” I ask, looking at the strange man sitting at the table with Dean.

He smirks and responds “I’m Gabriel, like the Archangel.” He puts his hands next to his shoulders, waving them to mimic flying.

Dean rolls his eyes while Cas stares annoyed at Gabriel’s actions. I guess that sort of makes them brothers?

“Naturally. Well, I’m y/n and didn’t realize you were joining us.” I tilt my head at Mick slightly and he makes a point to stare at Sam across from me.

“Yeah well neither did we.” Dean speaks up, glancing at Cas.

The angel sighs and faces me “Gabriel was kidnapped by Asmodeus for his grace, a little over four months ago. Ketch used to work with him and was able to get Gabriel back to the bunker.” I look to Ketch who looks down, almost in shame. Then to Gabriel who simply rests his head on his hand and shrugs. Cas continues, “I called Gabriel here since he deserves to be in on taking down Asmodeus, and it certainly won’t hurt to have his help.”

“But enough about me,” Gabriel exclaims suddenly. He looks over to Sam, raising his hands up in question. Why can these idiots never just say what they need to say rather than act all secretive?

Sam takes a deep breath and turns slightly to better face me. “Y/n, I know you’re not going to remember everything. But, ” he pauses, searching my eyes while being careful to not give anything away.

“But…?” I prompt, looking around only to be met with Gabriel staring with anger towards me. Which is unbelievably rude and unfair, considering how I literally just met him.

“But, are you sure there’s nothing else you can remember? Any detail or generic thing?” Sam finishes, with an understanding smile. I don’t know what he could mean by that though, I mean, I was passed out for a long time and I don’t think people can speak while being unconscious in that sense.

I shook my head no after thinking for a moment. Gabriel let’s his head fall back in dramatic fashion while mumbling something under his breath.

“Sorry my answer isn’t the one you wanted, Gabriel.” His head snapped up and glared at me. What is this guy’s problem? “But I barely remember even walking out to the car, let alone any specific details of our last interview.”

“You’re lying,” Castiel said from the corner of the room, a perplexed look on his face. I wanted to ask what he meant but he continued, “you woke up in Ketch and Mick’s car and described something very disturbing.” I try not to shrink under the angel’s condemning gaze; because I actually don’t remember waking up at all until being in the motel. The disturbing thing I described, I don’t think I will ever be able to forget.

“I don’t remember that at all. I had no idea I woke up before five minutes ago.”

Gabriel stands up and snaps his fingers in one motion and I immediately find myself in the backseat of the Impala with Castiel next to me.

“What the hell was that for?!” I say trying to steady myself from falling to one side or the other.

Castiel barely spares me a look and explains “Gabriel snapped us both here to have some kind of privacy I assume.”

I try to open the door handle but Cas reaches over to grab my arm, and locks the door. He refuses to let go of me whether because of my continued swaying or because he thinks I could outrun him or something.

“Okay, and what exactly are you doing here? I wouldn’t think he would want privacy from you if he’s saying his piece.”

Castiel finally releases my arm but gives no answer, and instead, looks out the window.

I do the same hoping that Gabriel and the Hunters don’t take all day.

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(Back in the motel room)

Y/n and Cas had disappeared from the room thanks to Gabriel.

“Really, Gabe? You probably could’ve just asked them to leave the room for a minute.” Sam says, exasperated with Gabriel already.

Gabriel takes a deep breath and slowly walks around the room, in deep thought.

Dean uncrosses his arms, letting them rest on either side of the motel chair while watching the archangel pace the room, waiting for an answer.

“What have you got to say that you didn’t feel y/n or Cas should hear then?” Mick stands from the bed and asks, squaring his shoulders and walking towards Gabriel with annoyance.

Gabriel pauses his movements, stopping in front of Mick while saying, “Cas already knows what I’m gonna tell you, that’s why he’s with y/n right now.” He turns back looking at Ketch. “She did just wake up after being knocked out for a few hours and I’d rather not be responsible for a casualty already."Gabriel brushes by Ketch to sit on the spot that he vacated. "And I doubt she would appreciate her being told how probable it is that she is this nephidemon we’ve been looking for.”

The room falls silent as the Hunters process his words.

“And why exactly do you think this?” Sam asks Gabriel, a shocked expression on his face. “She literally volunteered to help us with this case without any kind of convincing from any of us. If she is the nephidemon, then wouldn’t she want to get as far away from all of us as possible?”

Gabriel closes his eyes and leans his head against the bed’s worn bed frame, “Sam, I can’t put my finger on it but when I first saw her, she reminded me of Asmodeus all over again.” He slowly opens his eyes, keeping them focused on the ceiling missing the spark within them. I can only assume that kind of trauma doesn’t leave a person - or archangel I guess unaffected.

“Well, try to. We have to figure this out now, or come up with a plan on testing her or something,” Dean says, rubbing his temples still trying to understand how y/n could have played them all along. How she could have played Ketch and Mick for even longer.

Gabriel sighed saying, “I don’t know if this will make you feel better, I doubt she knows herself if she’s related to Asmodeus. She doesn’t act like him at all, and from what you’ve said she sounded confused, scared even by what happened when she passed out.”

The group relaxes but only slightly. “How could she possibly not know?” Ketch thinks aloud, “and why would a single memory or hallucination suddenly reemerge right now?”

Gabriel only shrugs, not really being able to provide any kind of a possible answer or solution. Mick shakes his head and offers “He could have wiped her memory in order to protect her. That is why we initially thought the nephidemon would be here for so long.” Dean slowly nods while Sam rubs his eyes in frustration. “And maybe Ketch describing what Mrs. Hutcherson saw triggered part of her memory to come back; why she passed out.”

The men sat in silence, mulling over everything Gabriel brought up, before anyone could move to suggest anything further, the archangel snapped his fingers and slowly let his hand drop back down to the bed.

“Figured it might be smarter to ask her about it, maybe search her memory or something.” He states, beginning to act a bit more normal, as they wait tensely for y/n and Cas to walk back through the door.