I DON'T OWN THE PLOT OR ANY SUPERNATURAL CHARACTERS. ONLY MY CHARACTER AND HER LIFE STORY.

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4x02
Part One

Faith is to believe what you do not see; the reward of this faith is to see what you believe. ~Saint Augustine

Dedicated to otakiaski98

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"Well, then tell me what else it could be?" Sam raised his voice at Dean.

The boys were currently having a debate in the kitchen about whether Castiel is a real Angel or a monster pretending to be.

Dean shook his head, the Winchester pacing back and forth. "Look, all I know is I was not groped by an angel."

Sitting on the table while she twirled her blade in between her fingers, Nadia glanced at the older Winchester.

She had taken notice that Dean was determined for Castiel to be fake. He was determined to be close-minded.

Nadia saw him. She saw Castiel. She saw his wings and how powerful he was. Just his presence made her feel so at peace.

Nadia had always believed in angles. She believed if there was evil on earth, there was just as much good.

She would try to involve herself in the conversation but with Dean's obvious stubbornness, it didn't seem worth it.

Sam held the bridge of his nose, annoyed with his brother.

"Okay, look, Dean. Why do you think this Castiel would lie to you about it?"

"Maybe he's some kind of demon," Dean suggested. "Demons lie."

Sam scoffed, watching Dean walk over to the counter and lean on it.

"A demon who's immune to salt rounds and devil's traps. . .and Ruby's knife? Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing!"

Sam looked at Nadia, noticing her silence.

Dean sighed. "I'm trying to come up with a theory here. Okay? Work with me."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Dean, we have a theory."

Dean scoffed. "Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please."

Both the boys looked at Nadia as Dean said,

"Come on, Nadia. Don't tell me you believe in this too?"

"Of course I believe." She spoke up, frowning at him. "I can't explain it but when he walked into the warehouse, you know how at peace I felt?"

Dean rolled his eyes, not believing what he's hearing.

"Are you kidding me? And what do you mean, of course, you believe?"

Nadia stabbed her blade into the surface, before hopping off the table.

"Look, Dean angels were real and Castiel proves that. Of course, no demon would be able to get you out of hell but an angel, that makes so much sense."

Dean waved his hand and shook his hand, brushing off her words.

"Okay, look." Said Sam, "We're not saying we know for sure. I'm just saying that I think we-"

Dean placed his hands on his hips, interrupting Sam.

"Okay, okay. That's the point. We don't know for sure, so I'm not gonna believe that this thing is a freaking Angel of the Lord because it says so!"

"You three chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion, or do you want to come take a look at this?"

The three looked across from the kitchen where Bobby was sitting at his desk, in his study.

The Singer had been searching up information on angels and now that he found something, he was happy to interrupt the annoying debate that was getting them nowhere.

When they came to his desk, Bobby turned the book he was reading, toward them so they could see.

"I got stacks of lore, Biblical, pre-Biblical. Some of it's in damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit."

Both Nadia and Sam look at Dean knowingly, as he quickly asked, "What else?"

Bobby frowned at Dean who was holding his arm that held the handprint while looking at the picture in the book.

"What else, what?"

"What else could do it?"

"Airlift your ass out of the hot box?" Bobby shrugged, leaning back. "As far as I can tell, nothing"

Nadia smiled, "Dean, this is good news."

"How?"

Sam says, "Because for once, this isn't just another round of demon crap. I mean, maybe you were saved by one of the good guys, you know?"

"Okay." Dean clapped, attempting to be open-minded. "Say it's true. Say there are angels. Then what? There's a God?"

Bobby nodded. "At this point, Vegas money's on yeah."

Dean turned away, still not giving in. "I don't know, guys."

Sam who had a small smile on his lips, actually happy about the fact the good side is real says,

"Okay, look. I know you're not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof."

"Proof?" Dean turned back around.

"Yes."

"Proof that there's a God out there that actually gives a crap about me personally?" Dean questioned. "I'm sorry, but I'm not buying it."

From the look in his eyes, Nadia could tell it was less about believing in God and more about not believing in himself.

"Why not?" Sam asked his brother.

"Because why me?" Dean confirmed Nadia's thoughts. "If there is a God out there, why would he give a crap about me?"

Nadia looked at him, sadly. "Dean-"

"I mean, I've saved some people, okay? I figured that made up for the stealing and the ditching chicks. But why do I deserve to get saved? I'm just a regular guy."

"Hey nobody's perfect." She placed her hand on his shoulder. "And, apparently, you're a regular guy that's important to the man upstairs."

Dean cringed, a look of disgust on his face.

"Okay, well, too bad, Dean," Sam crossed his arms over his chest. "Because I think he wants you to strap on your party hat."

Dean looked at Nadia and Bobby who nodded in agreement with Sam.

He sighed before clearing his throat. "Fine. What do we know about angels?"

Bobby picks up a stack of thick and heavy books, setting them in the front of the trio.

Dean looks at the pile of books and turns towards Sam.

Bobby looked at Nadia who obviously didn't want to even open one of those books. She was always more into the action part of the job.

"You too." He picked up a book and held it up to her.

Nadia huffed, taking the book.

"Redbull for me, please." She told Sam before following behind Dean.

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Nadia let out a boring sigh, flipping the page of her book. At the other end of the table sat Dean.

He was trying to pay attention to his book but there was too much going on in his mind. All of this, the situation was so overwhelming for him.

Dean couldn't stop thinking about one particular thing though. What Nadia said during their conversation.

'Of course, I believe'

What she said made Dean curious. What did she mean by of course I believe?

Dean pushed his book away, looking at Nadia.

"Robin."

"Yeah?" She kept her attention on the page she was on.

"What did you mean when you said of course you believed in angels?"

Nadia looked up at his question, slowly pushing her book away.

"Well, when I was younger, my mother always told me that angels were watching over me. That's something I was raised to believe, something I've always cherished."

Dean nodded, understanding.

If you were raised to believe a certain thing, you can't help it but at the same time, it still wasn't enough for him.

"Okay, I get that, but if you weren't raised to believe that, would you still believe on your own?"

Nadia thought for a moment. "Yeah, I would."

A scoff came from his lips. "You're kidding."

"No, I'm not."

Nadia slammed her book closed, leaning forward.

"If there is bad, what makes you think there isn't good? There has to be a balance. We see the bad things every day-"

"Exactly, my point!" He raised his voice. "You don't see angels walking around saving lives."

"Perhaps they have been, you just don't know it. I mean how would you know? You can't see what you don't even believe in."

Dean placed his head in his hands.

"I don't know, I don't know all of this, it just seems so crazy."

Nadia opened her book back up. "We're hunters when have our lives ever really made sense?"

Dean chuckled at that, rubbing the back of his head.

He looked back at Nadia, who was well back into her book.

Another question had entered his mind but he wasn't sure he wanted to ask. Or if he should.

After a moment, he took a chance.

"What happened to your mom? She still alive?"

Nadia froze, the topic of her Mother triggering sadness.

Keeping her focus on the book, she answered, "My mother, she uh, she died when I was younger."

And she said nothing else on purpose.

Sensing it was a touchy subject, Dean stayed quiet, leaving her alone.

Their attention went to Bobby who came in the kitchen, his car keys in his hand

"Hey. We gotta go."

"Why?" Nadia asked. "What's going on?"

"I got a friend one state over, Olivia Lowry. I've been trying to reach her for three days on this angel thing. It's not like her to ignore this many calls."

"Olivia Lowry." Nadia repeated. "A hunter, right?"

"Yeah. We're gonna go check on her."

Tired of reading anyways, the two slammed their books closed, standing.

Once they grabbed their jackets, they followed Bobby outside where Sam had just pulled up in the Impala.

After Bobby informed Sam what was going on, Nadia got in the backseat of the vehicle while Sam scooted to the passenger seat, letting Dean into the drivers.

Meanwhile, Bobby goes to his truck.

"Redbull, please." Nadia held her hand out, leaning on the front seat.

Dean grabs the bag of food Sam bought and passed her energy drink.

"Thank you." She opened it.

Dean then searched the bag, a frown on his face as he looked at his brother.

Nadia looked away awkwardly, sipping on her Redbull.

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With Bobby in the lead, the four walked into Olivia's house, their shotguns in hand.

"Olivia?" Bobby called her name.

They cautiously gazed around, following Bobby into the dining room.

Immediately they notice Olivia's dead corpse, covered in blood on the floor in the living room.

A look of anger suddenly came over Bobby, and he stormed out of the house.

"Bobby?" Dean frowned at him, but the old man ignored him, leaving the three to look around.

Nadia pointed to the doorway, clicking her tongue to the boys who were behind her.

"Salt line."

They stepped over the white minerals, entering the living room.

Sam kneeled down to the corpse, covering his nose from the stench that made Nadia frown.

On the wall was Olivia's arsenal which was wide open.

Dean approached it, picking up her EMF meter.

"Olivia was rocking the EMF meter."

Sam nodded, his face scrunched up. "Spirit activity."

Dean put the meter back with a sigh. "Yeah, on steroids. I never seen a ghost do this to a person."

"Me either." Nadia shook her head, looking at the corpse sadly.

Bobby walked into the house, grabbing their attention.

He held his phone in his hand, the old man frazzled.

"Bobby, what's wrong?" Nadia asked, worriedly.

"I called some hunters nearby. . ."

"Good." Said Dean. "We can use their help."

Bobby closed his phone, slowly. ". . .Except they ain't answering their phones either."

Sam gulped, looking at him knowingly. "Something's up, huh?"

"You think?" Bobby raised his eyebrows.

He left back out, leaving the three to exchange worried glances.