"Dani," Sierra's voice rang through the wooden door like an annoying siren. "It's been an hour and your breakfast is cold...I know you're not my biggest fan, but I'm yours...are you okay?"

I glared at the door, the only object that I can make out through the spinning room. I manage to lean over and unlock the door handle before losing strength in that arm and watching it drop. Sierra opened the door with a frown and silently pushed it shut behind her as I placed my head back down on the folded towel that I had placed on the side of the toilet seat.

With my eyes settling, I opened them to glare up at her. Without breaking eye contact, I reached over and tugged on the toilet handle to flush. I allowed my glare to shift down at the swirling water in the toilet bowl as another knot of pain began to form in my upper rib cage.

"Don't think I hadn't noticed." Sierra's voice now rang through the tiny bathroom, making, not only my skin crawl, but my head throb.

"Notice what?" I groaned, closing my eyes now and waiting on the next wave to occur.

"You've been like this for a week straight," Sierra spoke as she dropped onto the edge of the rub and crossed her legs. "You get up about 40 minutes before everyone else, spend 30 of the 40 in the bathroom, but this morning you've spent more time in here than usual."

"Okay." I exhaled, flatly, without opening my eyes.

"So either you have a stomach bug that's working through your system, or you're pregnant." Sierra stated simply, crossing her arms. "Believe, I thought I was about three weeks ago, when you showed back up -"

My eyes shot open and for a moment I regretted giving up my demonic powers as I glared holes into my sister's being.

"- oh, right." Sierra frowned, silently retracting her story. "Have you taken anything for this? Medicine, a test?"

"No." I grunted, closing my eyes again and flenching at the pain. "I don't even know if I want a child."

"Well, sis..." sighed Sierra, rising from the tub and pulling up some tile on the other side of the toilet. "...you had sex with both Winchesters within the same bracket of time, I'd imagine your memory-loss self and your memory-regained self was so preoccupied to be the normal safe Dani you usually are."

I opened my eyes again to look up at her.

"I'm scared." I frowned, down into the, now, clean toilet water. "What do I do?"

"You need a test, first." Sierra informed. "To roll out the pregnancy possibility, if it comes back negative, we'll get some medicine and deal with the stomach bug."

I nodded as she spoke, understanding, but frowning.

"What's wrong?" Sierra frowned along with me.

"Why are you such a fucking slut, infuriate me to another level," I started my question while adjusting myself to be more comfortable on the floor, between the toilet and the wall. "And then turn around and be a real sister?"

"I'm fucked up, Dani..." Sierra frowned, dropping her gaze. "...I'm the older one, I was branded the hotter one in high school, in town...and you got Nick - you got Dean AND Sam." She began gesturing with her hands. "How in the fuck do all of them skip over me?"

"Maybe because you're not genuine?" I asked, not meaning to be rude or blunt, but my pettiness from her actions as of late were rising to the surface.

"Ouch." Sierra smirked, as we both grinned at each other. "No, you're onto something..."

"...I know, maybe you should listen to your younger sister from time to time." I smirked, shifting myself again so I could hang my head over the toilet. "I think I'm done here, by the way...at this point we have literally no purpose or reason to hang around a toilet this casually."

Sierra smiled at my small joke as I watched the frown resurface.

My smile faded as well.

"I know a simple apology won't fix anything this time." Sierra spoke low, as if she, too, were in pain. "But I don't want to leave you Dani, you're my little sister...all I got."

I frowned at her, with the memory of our Mother dying with her Father.

I was all she had left.

I sighed heavily, shifting my weight around the toilet bowl and leaning my head onto her shoulder, surprising Sierra. She hesitantly wrapped her arm around my shoulder, leaning her head onto mine, and sighing. She began to trace my shoulder as I sighed into the half hug too.

"Just stop whoring around." I smirked, as we both erupted in a fit of giggles, only to both jump at the sudden movement of the door to reveal Bobby peaking his head into the room.

"Everything alright in here?" He questioned, eyeing us confused.

"Yeah, just a little bit of a stomach bug," smiled Sierra, helping me up to my feet. "We're coming downstairs...Bobby, do you need anything from the store? I'm making a run!" Sierra winked at me over Bobby's shoulder as the three of us moved downstairs.

"Where's the guys?" I asked, dropping onto the couch as Sierra moved into the kitchen.

"They had an errand to run." Bobby almost shrugged as he moved from the couch to the single armchair in the corner. "Castiel went with them."

"Bobby," I nodded, adjusting myself to sit Indian style.  "Thank you for helping the guys and Sierra save me."

"Dani, you might as well be my daughter...I would never -" He was cut off by a knock on the front door. He leaned forward off the back cushions, tense. He and I froze and eyed each other while Sierra paused in the kitchen, looking in the direction of the front door suspiciously.

"Expecting company?" I whispered as Bobby shook his head and slowly rose off the chair, grabbing his shot gun that was sat against the wall and moved to the front door. I watched his shadow disappear down the hall as the door could be heard opening and two male voices, one of them obviously being Bobby's, mumbled through the walls to each other.

I glanced into the Kitchen at Sierra as she finally moved through the rooms and passed me a hot cup of tea the tea bag still hanging out of it. She dropped onto the couch beside me as we heard movement moving towards us from the entry way.  Although, whoever it may have been, was invited in, Bobby entered the room first, pacing backwards, with the shot gun pointed directly at this individual's head.

The movement continued to reveal our visitor: Rapheal.

"What?" Gasped Sierra, her jaw hanging open.

"You've got a lot of nerve showing up here." I growled, dropping my tea mug into my lap. "What the hell do you want?"

"To amend things," smirked Raphael, eyeing Bobby's shot gun as if it was unnecessary, although judging by his actions as of late, it was very much necessary. "Do you really think that's neces -?"

"- Yes." The room replied in unison.

Raphael glared at Bobby as he rolled his eyes and stepped into the room a little further. My hands grasped the hot tea mug as he did this, what was once a myth became reality and that reality became my father - who is now nothing but a traitor in my eyes, and apparently in Bobby's and Sierra's too.

"What is it that you've come to amend?" Sierra asked, before I could.

"I know it looked bad, what with our plan with you, Azazel...God and Lucifer -" started Raphael, beginning to sit down in Bobby's chair, only for me interjected.

"- I wouldn't if I were you." I smirked, as Raphael glanced from me to Bobby, whose eyebrows were already levitating. "You won't be staying that long."

Raphael frowned as he straightened back up and moved back towards the doorway that led to the entry way, where he came from.

"Say your piece." Bobby demanded, cocking his gun.

Raphael frowned around the room and sighed before speaking.

"It looked bad - because it was bad." He stated, truthfully. "I was only doing what was I was ordered to do, and it was wrong of me to put my own daughter's well-being in jeopardy like that." He went on, hanging his head now. "I've learned that sometimes what God says isn't always right...and Lucifer isn't always the bad guy in the scenario."

"And?" I pushed, earning a glance from Bobby and Sierra as well as a flash of confusion over Raphael's face.

"I'm sorry." He frowned.

"Okay, I don't forgive you." I stated, bluntly.

"But Dani...I said I'm sorry...you have to forgive me." Raphael spoke, almost sounding like a preacher at this point. "It's God's -" He stopped himself, biting the inside of his cheek, catching himself pushing the narrative he had just admitted to undoing.

"I don't have to forgive you." I stated, passing my mug to Sierra and rising off the couch. "You don't have to forgive and you don't have to forget to move on."

Raphael beamed.

"You're right, you did apologize, but I don't forgive you." I smirked, now backing him into the entry way as Bobby lowered his shot gun.

"Dani..." Bobby hissed warningly.

"You get to live with the shitty thing you did." I confronted, reacting to Raphael's back colliding with the front door. "You get to sit on your pedestal in the sky and watch me live my life, without you in it. You get to watch me glow up and live my life, knowing you haven't had and will never have anything to do with it."

Raphael's jaw hung at my disobedience.

"You get to watch me live, while you remain the same...century after century." I smirked, getting closer to his face now. "You watched me die, not once but twice. You watched me get mentally and physically violated for a year by your little helpers and didn't even bother to step in. You didn't even acknowledge what was going on until you were had your ass on the line for disobeying the big guy."

Raphael just blinked.

"Get out." I growled, turning away, only to stop short at the sensation of his hand around my wrist. "Don't touch me." I barked, rounding back on him and striking him across the face. "You don't deserve your wings or your peace."

"You heard her." Growled Bobby, pressing past me as Sierra guided me away from the entry hall as Bobby pressed the shotgun barrel into Raphael's chest. "Get out."

"This can't do anything to me, you know that." Raphael seemed to not be phased by the weapon pointed at his human shell. "Only -"

BANG!

"The next one will go right into your brain." Smirked Bobby, pulling the shotgun from the air, after shooting a hole in his own ceiling to prove a point, and shoving it onto Raphael's forehead. "Now, for the last time...get out."

Raphael stood, solid, glaring at Bobby. "I trusted you." He whispered.

"And she you." Came Dean's voice from behind him as Raphael was tugged backward out of the doorway by both Winchesters and flung into the dust in Bobby's front yard. "Now get out!"

Raphael glared at Dean and Sam and scrambled to his feet. Before he disappeared, however, Sierra, Bobby and myself joined Dean and Sam on the porch to hear him shout, "I'll be back to collect."