Part I

Tell Me, Who Are You?

'Cause I Really Wanna Know

-The Who

...

Morgan was just drifting off when she heard it: orders from some angel named Zach telling their resident holy tax accountant and Uriel to find some girl and kill her. There was a private message from another angel to Cas afterwards, but Morgan couldn't figure out who it was. It was freaking Morgan out: her so called 'gifts' had started growing at an enormous rate since her sister pseudo-died last week.

The archangel they had met in the fake diner, they figured out it was Gabriel after some digging (*Cough* Asking Zeke about missing archangels *Cough*), told her to keep calm and (Carry on my Wayward Son) not lose too much sleep over it when she had texted him about it. But, it still was stressful; the new-found strength, a stronger grip on Angel Radio, hell, even her Sight was changing and getting stronger. Morgan shoved away her internal panic and turned to rip her sister's blanket away. They've got work to do.

...

Ruby showed up at the bar. In front of Dean. They needed to have a talk about that.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

"I'm hearing a few whispers," she whispered as she leaned closer to Sam than necessary.

"Ooh, great, demon whisperers - that's reliable," Dean sassed.

"Girl named Anna Milton escaped from a locked ward yesterday. The demons seem pretty keen on finding her. Apparently, some real heavy hitters turned out for the Easter-egg hunt, including your hunting buddies." Dean's brown wrinkled. "The Lindens, asshole. Not sure how they caught wind of the girl, but the demons are anxious to get her before the Lindens. Or the Michaelsons" She shuddered. "Those two give me the creeps."

"Why? Who is she?" Sam asked while he did that funny, pinchy thing with his brow.

"No idea. But I'm thinking that she's important, 'cause the order is to capture her alive. I just figured that whatever the deal is, you might want to find this girl before the demons do."

"This hospital Anna escaped from. It got a name?"

...

Morgan was driving the T-bird down the road at close to four in the morning. Lauren sat next to her, tense and worried for her sister. Neither of them had gotten over two hours of sleep in the past twenty-four hours. No sleep 'till Brooklyn fizzled in the background as they zoomed down the road. Someone zapped into the backseat.

"What the hell, Gabriel?!"(Lol. That kinda rhymed!) Morgan screamed as she got control back of the car.

"Heelllooo ladies! Where are we off to this fine morning?"

"Depends," Lauren deadpanned, "Does the great and powerful Oz come barin' gifts of sweet, sweet, pancakes?" The trickster-angel just rolled his eyes before passing a plate of pancakes to Lauren and smoothie to Morgan.

"Wear a bell next time, man! Raphael's Mental Hospital dead ahead."

Gabriel smirked, "Aye aye, Captain! But seriously sweetcheeks, you okay?"

"Gettin' there. Eventually," Morgan muttered.

"Take care of each other 'cause the crap fest coming your way with that Anna girl? It's frickin' huge," Gabe stated. Without another word, he zapped back out.

Yeah, Gabriel felt bad for leaving the Lindens to deal with an angel that use to be under his brother's command before he left and she ripped out her Grace, but he didn't want to be caught by his brothers. Besides, the girls could handle themselves fine.

...

Dean pulled into the first motel they found and registered under the name Lars Ulrich. The man at the front desk looked at him funny.

"Are you guys like having a reunion or somethin'? Two chicks check in yesterday under the name Jamie Hetfield." Looks like the Lindens have arrived!

"Yeah, man. We're getting the band back together," Dean said, fighting a smirk. He flipped a fifty onto the desk and made his way to the top floor. Dean resisted the urge to laugh when the room next to them started blaring For Whom the Bells Toll. They could hear Lauren belting it out from the shower.

"Been wonderin' when you would show up," a voice called out from the shadows. Morgan slid out of them like a ninja. At this point, people randomly showing up didn't phase the boys all that much, Dean was proud of the fact that they didn't even jump.

"Oh yeah? Where did you and Steven Tyler in there hear about the girl everybody wants?" Dean asked.

She shrugged with a little smirk, "Oh, a little viking told me. Let me guess: Sam's pet demon told you guys?" It wasn't really a question. There was a thump and then a squawk from motel room.

"Don't worry, Morgan! I just dropped the shampoo!" Morgan snorted and rolled her eyes before turning back to the Winchesters.

"But seriously, guys. Don't trust a demon. There's some serious shit comin' this way, way more to this story than just some girl that the demons want. Be careful." She sounded sincere and a little scared, eyes darting around like she was expecting a ghost to jump out. They nodded and went into their room to catch a couple of hours of sleep before starting their investigation.

...

The was a crash as something rammed into the wall. Even being half asleep, Sam gripped his gun tight and flopped over on the bed. There was cursing in what sounded like a different language followed by another crash. Sam was fully awake now. He sprang to his feet and ran to the door. There was the sound of a lighter followed by a light bulb shattering. And another curse in a different language, sounding like Latin, in a voice that sounded suspiciously like Morgan.

A man was thrown through the Linden's door followed by a streak of blonde hair. Morgan hissed something at the man before stabbing an angel blade into his ribs. He light up blue before slumping over, leaving a feral-looking Morgan in his wake. She didn't even look at him before jumping back into her room. He heard Dean scream at her to stop as Sam scurried into the room.

He was met with a haunting sight: Dean panting in the corner, clutching his arm; Lauren knocked out against a table; and Morgan snarling at an angel stuck in a circle of fire. The room looked like a bomb had went off. Morgan had blood dripping off her temple, which crackled when it hit the fire. She hissed something at the angel and he glared at her.

"Go on, crawl back to your leader. Tell him Lauren is off limits. She won't be killed for being innocent," she snarled, speaking English for the first time since he had woken up. She dumped water on the fire before slamming her hand onto a sigil painted in blood. They all stood there in tense silence until there was a fluttering of wings some minutes later. Morgan turned to snarl incomer, only to stop short at who it was.

A man with oak hair, olive skin and stormcloud eyes stood before them. He looked at her with sorrow. He cooed something at her in a the same harsh language she had used, but he made it seem almost musical. She dropped her blade and curled up into a tiny ball, shaking on the floor. He looked at her with a pained expression before brushing his fingers over her temple. She fell into a restful sleep and he lifted her onto a bed that he cleaned with a thought. He healed Lauren before laying her down beside her sister. A tear slipped out of his eyes as he looked at the two women he held so dear.

Dean hissed as he took his hand off his injured arm. The angel walked over and healed his wound with ease. "Who the hell are you?" Dean croaked.

The angel looked at him with kind eyes, "I am Miguel, little one. Rest now, all will be right in the morning." The boys found their eyes getting heavy as Miguel's blue eyes seemed to glow.

He looked at the for sleeping hunters and sighed. The spark was growing in the older Linden, and fast. It won't be long before Morgan hurt someone innocent. This game cannot last much longer...

...

"What's up, kiddo?"

Morgan looked up at Gabriel through tears. "Am I a monster?"

"What the hell made you think that?"

"I-I can't control it anymore. It feels like a beast is trying to claw it's way out from the inside. It's gotten stronger, hell I almost hurt Miguel. 'M a monster, Gabe!" she wailed.

Gabriel sighed sadly. Half-bloods of any type were prone to insanity or prepubescent death. The early death had passed over both of the Lindens, so he wasn't all that surprised that Morgan was in danger of going berserk. He had hoped to stave it off long enough to find her dad and talk to him about this, but her descent had been accelerated after the wishing well.

So, he did what he could and slid across the front seat of the T-bird and slung an arm over her shoulder. Gabriel brushed what passed as his pagan mojo over her, offered whatever comfort he could. He would've used his Grace, but he didn't want to reveal himself to whoever's Grace was still hovering over her like a calming blanket. He just held her close as she bawled her eyes out.

...

Lauren woke up in a bed that was definitely nicer than the one she went to sleep in last night. She bolted up, remembering what happened at two in the morning. A quick glance out into the parking lot revealed Morgan sitting with Gabe, obviously crying her eyes out about last night. She wasn't supposed to see her sister break, but she still did. She studiously ignored her sister crying at three a.m. last week after the wishing well accident.

Lauren wanted to hold her sister and tell her that she wasn't a monster until Morgan believed her. (Not one like her, anyway.) But. She couldn't, so she settled with Gabe comforting her sister when she wouldn't allow Lauren to. Miguel must have come last night; there were traces of his grace all over the room.

When Dean had slipped in last night to voice his worries about Ruby and Sam maybe still pounding the demon blood, Lauren didn't think they would have to fight off any holy chickens. Zeke had told them that Heaven was pretty divided at the moment between the two remaining archangels about humans and the end of times. And them, apparently. Raphael wanted them dead 'cause they were 'abominations' or some shit.

...

They found a drawing a of a church window in the sketch book that Anna's doctor gave them; the same window was in a picture of the church that Anna' father was a deacon at. They figure it was as good a guess as any as to where Anna would hide. They found her in the attic.

"Sam? Not Sam Winchester? And you're the Dean, aren't you?" She asked with wonder in her eyes. "What are you two?" she asked the girls. They shrugged uncomfortably.

"They talk about you all a lot lately. I feel like I know you." The Lindens shared a look. The demons wanted Anna because she was dialed into Angel Radio like Morgan, but couldn't protect herself like the sisters could. Explained a lot.

Anna shifted as she looked at the faces around her. Dean looked normal and Sam almost did, but for the slight flickering of darkness around the corners of his eyes and the edges of his face. The blonde girl was beautiful, almost flawless with a light glowing from behind her skin. The other one had a face half engulfed in shadows and flame, which was pretty terrifying. When other woman showed up, she couldn't help but shudder at the black, tar-like face with droopy eyes and a fanged mouth.

"What's wrong with her?!" she whispered in horror.

"It's okay. She's here to help," Sam said, trying to calm her.

"Supposedly," the brunette woman who came with the Winchesters muttered.

"We have to hurry," the monster demanded.

"Why's that, Hellspawn?" their blonde accomplice sneered. She could barely look at the thing, much to Anna's interest.

"Because a demon's coming -- big-timer. We can fight later, kids," the thing sassed.

"Well, that's pretty convenient -- showing up right when we find the girl with some bigwig on your tail?" Dean asked.

"I didn't bring him here. You did."

"What?" Dean looked astounded.

"He followed you from the girl's house. We got to go, now."

Sam glanced over at the statue on the Virgin Mother. It was bleeding from its eyes. The girls could almost feel the taint of the demon in the clean air of the church. "Dean."

"They're here," Morgan whispered in a sing-song voice.

Sam took Anna's arm and pushed her into the closet to keep her out of the demon's eye. "Don't move."

"Okay," she whispered.

Sam gripped a flask of holy water and Dean adjusted his hold on the knife. The Lindens settled into defensive stances as Morgan pulled her small dagger from her bra line. She smirked at Dean's incredulous gaze. The dagger may look like a toothpick, but Zeke and Flagstaff had both blessed it; a dagger that could incapacitate anyone the wielder deemed with a simple swipe. They said that a friend of theirs wanted her to have it, much in the same way that Lauren got her holy oil.

"Sam, you got to pull him right away," the demon insisted.

"Whoa, hold on a sec," Dean demanded as the Linden sisters shouted "What?!"

Ruby rolled her eyes. "Now's not the time to bellyache about Sam going darkside. He does his thing, he exorcises that demon, or we die."

Sam tucked away his flask and focus on the slippery darkness in his soul. The sisters looked highly uncomfortable and sad at his actions.

It didn't work.

"That tickles. You don't have the juice to take me on, Sam," the demon smirked. It tossed Sam down the stairs with a flick of his eyes before rounding on the other hunters. Dean slashed at him with the knife, but found himself pinned to the wall before any damage could be done. The Linden sisters melted into the shadows somewhere off to his left.

"Hello again, Dean," the demon's grating voice called.

Anna screamed as Ruby pulled her out of the closet.

"Come on, Dean. Don't you recognize me? Oh, I forgot -- I'm wearing a pediatrician. But we were so close... in Hell," he remarked in a deceptively soft voice.

"Alastair," Dean snarled, full of anger and contempt. Lauren stepped out of the shadows, eyes glittering with hate.

"Yo, dickwad!" she shouted. Morgan slashed the back of Alastair's neck with her knife. He rounded on her.

"You're gonna have to try a whole lot harder than that, honey," he hissed. Half a second later, he dropped to the floor in a heap.

"Let's go. That ain't gonna hold him for long," the older Linden stated before hurrying down the stairs.

...

Morgan was a source of endless energy as she waited for news on Anna or Ruby. "So we're in agreement then. She was an angel."

"Pretty frickin' obvious, Morgan. You saw it, I sensed it. And it makes hell of a lot a sense."

"We gonna tell the boys?"

"Hell no!"

Morgan blew a strand of hair out of her face as she flopped onto the motel bed. Gabe hadn't lied when he said this was gonna be a shit fest, but a Fallen angel? Way above their pay grade. And they were babied by half of Heaven and hunted by the other, for goodness sakes! And Sam and that demon was another thing. Thankfully, Miguel had drained as much of the blood as he could without killing Winchester, but it wasn't all of it. Ruby was stringing Sam out on the shit and it made Morgan sick to think of the demon latching onto Sam like a leech when he was at his lowest.

There was a knock at the door. "Whaddya want, guys?" Lauren asked.

"Ruby just made contact. We gotta go."

...

"Glad you could make it," is what the hunters were greeted with when Ruby opened the door.

"Yeah, thanks," Sam muttered.

"Anna, you okay?" Lauren called.

"Yeah. I think so. Ruby's not like other demons. She saved my life."

"Yeah, I hear she does that. I guess I... You know," Dean said uncomfortably.

"What?" Ruby asked. Lauren could see the gleam in her eyes.

"I guess I owe you for... Sam. And I just wanted... you know..." he trailed off.

"Don't strain yourself, big boy," Morgan called.

"Hey, Sam, you think it'd be safe to make a quick call, just to tell my parents I'm okay? They must be completely freaked," Anna asked. This is gonna suck...

"Uh... Anna, um... Your parents..."

"What about them? Guys, what happened?"

Morgan placed a hand on Anna's shoulder. "I'm so, so sorry, Anna."

"No, they're not..."

"Anna, I'm sorry," Sam whispered, pained at their failure.

"Why is this happening to me?" the redhead sobbed. She looked up, eyes zeroed in on the door. She noticed Lauren do the same. She signaled Morgan that they had incoming AUIs.

"Back room," Dean ordered. Anna scurried into the back without any further prompting. The door rattled violently and burst open with a gust of wind. There stood Cas and Uriel in all their glory.

"Please tell me you're here to help. We've been having demon issues all day," Dean sighed.

"Well, I can see that. You want to explain why you have that stain in the room?" Uriel sneered.

"We're here for Anna," Cas added in a dispassionate and almost guilty way.

"Here for her like... here for her?" Dean asked. Idiot. Reapers came for the dying, not angels. Well, unless it's a very special case.

"Stop talking," Uriel snapped. "Give her to us."

"Are you gonna help her?" Sam questioned.

"No, she has to die." Cas said it with such a robotical tone that the boy couldn't see it, but the Lindens did. Cas didn't want to kill Anna, and if Morgan had to bet, it had something to do with that blocked message Cas had gotten at the beginning of this adventure.

...

What was said by Morgan and Miguel:

"Stay away from them, Angel. They are mine."

"You are safe, child, no harm will come to you or yours. Come back to us, Morgan."