Once I left Dean in the room, I went straight to bed. How I knew where it was, don't even ask. It took about an hour to navigate around the bunker, no matter how cool it was, I was starting to despise the spacious, gigantic place.

I through on a pair of pants and a black Carry on my Wayward Son T-shirt sitting on the bed. What through me off about that night, was the dreams that appeared.

A young six year old girl stood in PJ's, her long wavy brown hair hung down messily as her green eyes pierced through the dark. She ran around frantically looking for her special teddy bear. It was a new foster home, and it dawned on the little girl that she has left the two things that meant the world to her. The teddy bear from her beloved mother who has passed, and the leather jacket from the father that has abandoned them both. A tear trailed down her face as she sprinted down the stairs stealthily, careful not to be heard by her foster parents, whom were intoxicated and screaming at each other from upstairs. The girl looked up, seeing a bright blue eyed man with ruffled black hair. He cocked his head at her, smiling. He held a teddy bear and the black leather jacket in each hand. "Castiel?" The girl smiled a real smile, jumping into his arms as he excepted the embrace. "Hello, Essence," He whispered in her ear. "Don't leave," She pleaded with him, tugging his arm as he set her down gingerly. "I'm really sorry," He paused as he heard a bottle smash against a wall, followed by more yelling. The girl flinched, fear of staying in the brutal home scared her. He gripped the girls arm, teleporting her somewhere else, back into the foster system. "You will get assigned to a different family," He promised her. "Can't you take care of me instead?" The girl asked, she was too mature for the age she was at, she knew nothing was fun nor games in the world she lived in. "I'm sorry, I have a lot to do in Heaven." He said sympathetically. "Of course you do," She mumbled, her eyes glued to the ground. Castiel sighed, "There is something I have to do." He bent down so he was able to be eye level with the girl. "Forget me, Essence. Forget the angels, forget that you are a Nepha-" The girl cut him off, "Stop!" She wailed, tears falling from her eyes. "I'm sorry," He repeated solemnly. "That is all you ever say! Just because I am a Dengel-" Castiel interrupted, "It is a Nephalem." The girl looked up at him, "Whatever, fine, just do it." She forced out, her eyes puffy and red. "I'll come back for you, I am always going to look after you, I promise that Essence." Castiel promised, as he finished wiping the memory of the girl who once loved him.

The dream that replayed itself in my mind couldn't have been just a 'dream'. I mean, yeah it could've, but the odds were slim. Nothing in this world was a coincidence, that much I knew.

I caught a whiff of beer and bacon, the scent throwing me back. "Hey," Sam said, throwing me a sympathetic smile once I noticed Dean drunk and reading a book. "Hey," I replied curiously. "Would you like to join in on our research?" He asked politely. "Where is Castiel?" I countered. "Doing angely stuff, I guess." I nodded, "Okay than, fine. What are you looking for?" I asked, diving into the supernatural world was the only thing I could think of doing. "Any cases, killings that don't make sense, possession, anything towards that nature."

I walked over to the table, opening up the computer and searching 'Supernatural' just to see what would pop up. 'Supernatural Play Continuing to get Great Ratings!' Said the first link that showed. I clicked on it, curious on what it was. The Winchester's aren't done with what they have started, we deny the ending. The play has a lot of subtext, subplot, and BM. BM?

I stopped reading as I full out laughed. Sam raised an eyebrow as Dean looked up at me with squinted eyes. "The Supernatural play? Full of subtext, subplot, and BM?" I giggled. "It is based on you two," I pointed out. "We know," Sam sighed, "We went to see it." I grinned, "Did you see it purposely?" Sam shook his head while Dean spoke up. "Of course not! It didn't even have good classical music," Dean mumbled. "We also have books based on us, not too much new stuff there." Sam responded. "What's BM even stand for? The Bowel Movement Scene?" I wondered out loud. "Actually it is the Boy Melodrama Scene," Dean grumbled, probably looking back at the memories of the play. I laughed quietly as I got back to work.

I carried on my research, as I came upon a video that flashed black eyes towards the cover screen. My heart froze, as I looked around for a pair of headphones. "Here," Dean tossed a pair towards me, as I plugged the white comfortable pair inside my ears. "Thanks," I murmured. He nodded while I simply focused my attention back to the video.

People were standing in rows, a possessed person standing to each one laying down. "More deaths will follow if Essence doesn't confront herself to our kind, and aid us in the treacherous wars to come," Boomed a powerful voice from the crowd. I gulped, what kind of chance was this that this exact video would come across me?

I closed the tab and slammed the laptop. "What did the laptop do to you?" Dean asked incredulously. I barely acknowledged him as I ran my hand through my hair nervously. "Are you alright?" Sam asked carefully. "Demons know about me," I pointed out. "And..." Sam replied, not understanding. "And, people are dying because of me. They want my help for something, they need me." I urged him to try to see my point. Sam and Dean's eyes cast down, a guilty expression placed on them. "You know, don't you? That innocents are dying for me, and they don't even know the reason they are dying. People-children included, won't even have a chance to live life because of me. I am part of execution, and it is all on me. But it isn't like you two bothered to tell me!" I spat angrily. How dare they not tell me what was happening?

Sam cleared his throat, his eyes glancing briefly at my eyes which I knew were black. "There isn't anything you can do," Dean replied, not looking at me as he returned to the screen of his computer. "Nothing I can do?" I laughed. "I can stop it, Dean." This caught his attention, although I had a feeling he knew what I was going to say. "All I have to do is confront them, the problem will go away." Dean was now standing up, right next to Sam. "You really think that they will stop the murders? The killings? Just because you, a Dangel/Nephalem thing aids them? Because if anything, they will do nothing but do worse. They will try to strengthen the one side of you that wants to harm others, believe me, we all have our demons. Before you know it, your plan will backfire, so don't you even think about being the heroin, because it isn't going to work." His speech left me speechless. "Why are you helping me?" I whispered.

"Look, it sucks, okay? It does. But now you are considered family, and family is always loyal towards each other." Dean replied, and I looked up at him and Sam. "Just because we are blood, it doesn't mean we are family." I walked off quietly, as I heard Sam and Dean discussing the situation, I didn't care enough to eavesdrop. Dean wasn't just going to waltz into my life and suddenly become a father.

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