"Who is this and what did she do to Marcey's face," I asked. Everyone just got back to the Bunker, there was some girl with them, and Marcey's face was covered in bandaids.

"Wait something happened to Marcey's face?" Ethan asked squinting at the obvious injuries.

"Ethan I swear to god," Marcey took a step towards Ethan, while Aubrey who was right next to him, smacked the back of his head.

"I have no idea who she is," Dean answered my earlier question, "she appeared out of no where, threatened to shoot Charlie, almost got us all killed, and then I found her and Marcey making out by my baby."

"She was bandaging my face!" Marcey and the girl turned bright red.

"Okay guys I really just need the question answered. Can I at least get a name?"

"This is Aubrey," Ethan wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, "Marcey and I met her at boarding school."

"Oh? Oh! Okay, and you guys made out?" I asked.

"WE DIDN'T KISS!!!"

"Wait is that Ginny?"

"No my real name is Maria, sorry."

"It's interesting that Aubrey doesn't deny the kiss," Dean said.

"Very interesting," I agreed.

"Okay wait who's that?" Lucy pointed at Cinders.

"Cinders," I said. Everyone in the room froze. Mikey shuffled awkwardly.

"Sam didn't say anything?"

"Well we were kinda busy," Sam shrugged "and I forgot."

"Um Cinders was the cat right?" asked Cyrus.

"I have no idea what's happening," Aubrey said.

:::No one needs to record the next three hours of conversation:::

"Well we can do this now," AJ kissed Ethan. Like on the lips.

"No you can't," said Sam.

"They seem perfectly capable," Cas argued.

"So wait why'd you decide to tell Maria?" Mikey asked Cinders.

Ummmm

"I really had to pee," said Cinders, "so I needed to tell her to stop at McDonalds."

"Just like that?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Weirdest conversation I've ever had in my life. 'Who are you and where the hell did you come from' 'I'm your cat and can we do the questions later? I need you to pull up to McDonalds.'"

"Mikey knew though right?" asked Jason. "I mean I thought he was weird for talking to the cat all the time."

"Well obviously it wasn't that weird if she understood," Mikey said. "You just didn't understand what was happening."

"She was on your head," Lucy said. "That's weird."

"I was taller than all of you," Cinders stared at the top of Mikey's head.

:::Time skip brought to you by the fact that your DNA is a fifty percent match to a banana:::

It was a normal family dinner.

Lol no it wasn't what do you think this is?

We were sitting around the library eating burgers Dean made, while searching through suspicious looking news reports for possible ghost murders and such. Cas was trying to show AJ, Marcey and Mikey some new angel thing, Charlie was showing Cinders and Lucy how to use the Internet, Cyrus and Aubrey were arguing some biological fact, and my brother appeared to be levitating a knife over his hand.

"Jason what are you doing?" I asked.

The knife dropped. "Nothing. It was Alfie. All Alfie."

"No it wasn't," Alfie said.

"What did Alfie do now?" Marcey asked.

"It wasn't me!"

"Jason you shouldn't use your powers," I sighed.

"Well not using them isn't going to make me not have demon blood."

"Sam, Dean, can you help me out here?"

"Jason-" Dean started.

"Dude no you're really bad at this. You told me I was a monster and I had a sexual relationship with Runy." Sam said. "Let me talk. Jason, it's addictive to use your powers. If you use them you start needing more than what's already in you. Maria's right stop levitating knives."

"You don't want to get as bad as Sam did," Dean agreed.

"It's not like I have a demon sitting on my shoulder telling me what to do," Jason grumbled.

"I'm here close enough," Marcey said.

"Marcey I swear to God," I said.

"You shouldn't swear to God Maria," Cas said.

"If he has a problem with it he should take it up with me himself," I snapped back. "Jason no more levitating objects." We had an intense staring contest I won. End of story. For now.

"Why can Jason levitate knives?" Aubrey asked.

"That is none of your business," I said. She had tried to save the Steins on the basis they were human. How bout we not tell her my brother has demonic powers.

"Okay, okay I was just asking. So in Florida, they found a prostitute who's intestines and eyeballs melted. They think it's some kind of STD or plague. Seems suspicious."

"Sounds like a rogue angel."

"A what?" Aubrey asked.

"Sometimes Angels in heaven decide to leave. Currently it's being controlled by the Angel Hannah."

"What about God?" Aubrey asked.

"God left," Castiel said.

"Cas is an angel," I added.

"I thought he was Marcey's uncle?"

"Marcey's dad is an archangel."

Aubrey said nothing. I think her face turned red again, but I might've imagined it.

"Joe, Lucy, Mikey, AJ and Marcey are all nephilim, which is a half human half angel.

"Hey I found a similar murder in Louisiana," Joe said.

:::Time skip brought to you because space aliens don't wear pants:::

"Okay, so there's one in Florida, two in Chicago, one in Miami, one in Denver and the most recent one is in Wisconsin," Charlie said.

"We should head out to Chicago since there are two victims," Dean said. "That means more clues."

"Wisconsin is the most recent it might still be there," Ethan pointed out.

"We can split up," suggested Sam "We have enough angel blades and people."

"To fight an angel?" Aubrey asked worriedly.

"We'll be fine," Marcey assured her. "Most of us have powers of some kind."

"We have five crime scenes and four adults," I noted. "Someone's going to have to call ahead to get files from one of the local law enforcements."

"I'll call ahead and get all the crime scene files," Charlie said. "then we figure out who goes where."

"Do I get to come this time?" Cyrus asked hopefully.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Sam said.

"You still don't trust me?"

"No you proved we can trust you, but you aren't a hunter. Most of us have been doing this for a while, if you actually run into the angel by yourself, you would probably die."

"Oh."

"You, Joe, Lucy, and Cinders stay here, maybe research if we need it. When we get back we'll start training you how to fight. Sam can train the cat."

"Could you stop referring to me as a cat while I'm in human form?"

"As soon as I stop sneezing when you walk into rooms," Dean said.

:::time skip brought to you by Captain Jack:::

"So I tried to call ahead and get files on the murders," Charlie said. "Chicago, Florida, and Miami sent them over, Denver said they needed to meet the FBI agent in person, and now Wisconsin hates the U.S. government. I hacked into Wisconsin and got all the murder files."

"We have four adults that can impersonate FBI," I said. "We'll send a team of just teenagers to Wisconsin. Who wants to come with me?"

Ethan, AJ, Marcey and Aubrey volunteered to be on my team. I was probably going to feel like a fifth wheel.

"Alfie?" I asked.

"I want to go to Denver," Alfie said.

"Why?"

"Because Denver."

"Okay then." It was Alfie. He probably didn't even have a reason.

Mikey went with Sam, and Charlie wanted also wanted to go to Denver for some reason. Cas insisted Jason go with Dean. Cas didn't want Dean to go hunting alone.

:::Time skip brought to you by fruit loops:::

"So wait if we have fake credit cards why do we have to stay in a motel room?" asked Aubrey.

"Hotel rooms ask more questions," AJ explained, "like 'Where the hell are your parents?' 'Why is a twelve year old driving a car?' 'Is that blood on your face?' 'Why is your car filled with grenades?'"

"AJ did you just call me a twelve year old?" I asked.

"Actually the fictional hotel called you a twelve year old," Ethan said.

"Ethan I swear to Chuck."

"Who the bloody hell is Chuck?" Aubrey asked.

Again we really aren't supposed to say anything about Chuck, so I replied with; "That's classified."

"You people are weird."

We were reviewing the files on the murder that Charlie got us.

"So she was a prostitute?" asked Aubrey, pointing at Bella's murder file.

"Yeah she got arrested for it a couple of times ," I said.

"So how do we investigate a murder if we can't talk to the police or pretend to be police?" Marcey asked.

"We've done it before," I said. "We research."

"Research what? It's not a vengeful spirit. There's no history to research. It's an angel."

"We have to ask someone questions. Probably by phone call so they can't tell we're kids. We investigate like that."

"She has no family who are we supposed to call?" asked AJ.

"We search her bank records and figure out who her clients were," said Aubrey.

"You mean we're going talk to creepy dudes who hire prostitutes? What do we even pretend to be?"

"I'll do it. I'm her friend who is trying to find her," Aubrey said "and I'll pretend to be a prostitute."

"I'll go hack into her bank records," I said.

"I'll look at her credit cards," Ethan said. "It might tell us something."

"I'm going to go take a look at her corpse in the morgue," said Marcey, disappearing.

"I'll look at the crime scene," AJ said, and also disappeared.

:::Time skip brought to you by Windows:::

"Hello?" AJ was calling the first client we found. "May I speak to Leonard Fitzherbert? . . . . Oh um I am so sorry for your loss . . . . No I'm simply a friend. . . . Of course I'll be there, thank you for telling me," she hung up. "He's been stabbed to death."

"No melting of the organs?"

"Nope just stabbed."

The next twelve calls ended the same way. We got a hold of the towns online newspaper. There were pictures of the stabbings. The entrance wound was diamond shaped, like an angel blade.

I sat and listened to AJ's side of the conversations with the vic's clients.

"Hi I'm Ginger. I'm a friend of Bella's, we were in the same line of work. . . . Yes that's correct. I understand you were one of her regulars, Mr. Jaledner? . . . She's dead. . . . No no of course not I- she was? . . . What do you mean? . . . I had no idea. Thank you." Audrey hung up.

"Find anything out?" I asked.

"Yeah, Bella asked him for his soul the last time he hired her. No money just his soul. He stopped hiring her after that."

"So demon?"

"I'm sorry what?"

"You don't have demons in the UK?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

"Well demons are tortured souls from hell. They work for the king of hell, his names Crowley. They want more souls. Souls are power. They usually make ten year deals with people for their souls. You can have anything you want, but the demon comes and collects your soul in ten years and you go to hell."

"So this was a prostitute demon?"

"Yeah."

"And the king of hell is named Crowley?"

"His birth name is Fergus McCloud, but he calls himself Crowley. He's actually the nicest demon I've met."

"Wait so you're a prophet, you've worked with the king of hell, demons take people's souls and you aren't doing anything about it?"

"No," I said. "God and I are going to work out the hell thing, I'm not supposed to talk about that so leave it, and heaven appears to be more my problem right now. Try the other two. I'll call Crowley see what we can get outta him. If he shows up here to help us are you going to be able to handle it?"

"I won't try to kill him," Aubrey said. "Unless he tries to kill someone. Then we'll have a problem."

"Noted," I picked up my phone and called the king of hell.

"Mini moose," Crowley greeted.

"I'm not Sam," I said. "Nor am I somehow the miniature version of Sam."

"Of course you are," Crowley said. "He's your mum. Why did you call me?"

"There's a dead prostitute in Wisconsin. An angel killed her, and it looks like she was collecting souls for payment."

"You think she was a demon?"

"It looks like it," I said.

"I'm not a bloody pimp. I'm not in the sex business. Hell should not be in the sex business.

"Well usually soul collection means demon. All her clients were stabbed to death. You get twelve new souls recently?"

"I'll check on it." I could hear screaming from the other end. "Bye."

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