A/N: Hey guys! I'm home sick today, so I decided to update! Hopefully chapters will start to be more frequent, but my life is absolutely crazy. We'll see how it goes. Anyway, here we go!

One more quick note, this is un-betad, so if you find any mistakes that I missed feel free to point them out.

Chapter 3

I was sitting on one of the two beds, a blanket wrapped firmly around me. Sam was making coffee. "Sorry, tea would be better, but -"

"It's fine. Thank you." I'd cut him off, smiling.

Cas was looking out the window anxiously, and Dean sat beside me, flipping through a book, which I figured was his Dad's journal.

Sam finally came over with a warm mug of steaming coffee, and I gratefully accepted it. My hands were still shaking a little bit. Cas turned around. "We can't stay here."

"Cas, just cool your jets, ok. This is a lot for her to handle." Dean protested, signing for Cas to calm down.

"I'm fine." I insisted, but it was like you were invisible when Dean and Cas were talking.

Cas' jaw twitched. "Other angels will be on their way, we have to keep moving."

"Oh, shit." I set the mug down suddenly, searching through my pockets for my phone. There were one or two missed calls from my mom and one voicemail. I opened it, expecting her full wrath.

"Honey, I understand you may need to be alone right now, but please just be safe. Know you can always come home. We can talk about what happened, just come home when you're ready." I was shocked. She wasn't mad? I closed my phone, and Sam looked at me.

"Everything alright?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I thought my mom would be mad at me about this whole thing, but...she wasn't." I stared at my now dark phone.

"Good, that means we can keep moving. First we need to ward you." Cas said, moving and making eye contact with me.

"What, do you mean, a tattoo?" I asked. "I'm not old enough."

"Wait, seriously?" Dean asked. "I mean, I knew you were young, but..."

"I turn eighteen next month." I nod. "Last time I checked, eighteen was the legal age for getting a tattoo. And my mom would flip."

"Can't you just do it on her ribs? Like you did with us?" Sam asked.

Hell no. I thought. There's no way. Cas, thankfully, shook his head. "Since she's an angel, well part angel, anyway, it won't work. Her body would reject the carvings and the pain would double, maybe even triple."

"Yeah, no thanks." I half laughed. "God, I just want it to all be over."

Dean suddenly turned to me, giving me the weirdest look I had ever seen. "You've got to be kidding me."

"What?" I asked, a little alarmed.

Dean looked straight at Sam. Sam furrowed his brow. "Dean?"

Dean made a jerking motion with his head and eyebrows, then mouthed something I couldn't quite make out. Sam then gave me the same look Dean had given me, only now he was intensely staring at my face.

"What are you two yahoos doing?" I asked, turning my mouth up in confusion.

Sam sat back and shook his head, his shoulders shaking.

"Of all the angels..." Dean sighed, wiping his face in resignation.

I looked at Cas for help, but he seemed equally confused.

Dean turned his head toward Cas. "It's Gabriel."

Cas raised his eyebrows, then looked at me and nodded. "Ah. That makes sense."

"Ok, this isn't funny any more..." I trailed off, putting two and two together. "You've- you've got to be kidding me. Gabriel, th-the trickster? Gabriel's my dad?"

"I guess he got tired of doing porn and finally went to the big leagues." Dean said, a smug smile on his face. I glared at him. "Too soon?"

"You disgust me, Dean Winchester." I replied.

He smiled and clapped me on the back. "That's the spirit."

Meanwhile, Sam had become extremely quiet, his head even cocked to the side a little bit. I was the first one to notice, and Dean quickly noticed after that, seeing as I was staring at Sam. "Sam?" He asked.

"It's too quiet." Sam responded, his voice a low whisper.

Dean's jaw clenched and he and Sam stood up. "What's going on?" I whispered.

A huge pounding at the door disrupted the silence, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Dean's eyes connected with mine, and he motioned with his hands to get down. I quickly slid off the bed, making sure it wouldn't creak and crawled underneath it.

"It's the manager!" A voice echoed from outside.

"What seems to be the problem?" Dean asked through the door.

"Well, we seem to have a small fire in the air conditioning unit, nothing to worry about, we just need everyone to evacuate the building."

I furrowed my brow. I hadn't smelled any smoke, and the fire alarm hadn't gone off.

"Oh! Well the fire alarm didn't go off." Dean said, his tone changing.

"Yeah, we've been having repairs done and we had to disable it. Sir, we really need you and any other guests to evacuate the building."

A strange smell entered my nose, and I sniffed. Is that smoke? No, it can't be. I quickly got out from under the bed, and Sam gave me a look, motioning with his now drawn gun to get back down. I shook my head, moving quickly over to the vent near the ceiling. I stuck my head right next to it, taking a big breath in. No, the smoke wasn't coming from there. "Kid, what are you doing?!" Dean hissed.

"I smell smoke, but it's not from the air conditioner." I whispered back.

There was more pounding on the door, getting louder and louder. "Cas, pop out there." Dean whispered, and Cas nodded. He stood there for a second, then furrowed his eyebrows and looked around in confusion. "Cas?" Dean repeated.

"This normally works." Cas responded, closing his eyes and trying again.

My heart rate doubled. "Why wouldn't it work?"

"Ines, listen to me. If this guy gets through, you get to your car as fast as you can and you drive, ok? As fast as you can." Sam belted his gun and held me by the shoulders.

I nodded, doubting that it would be that easy, but I would try.

The pounding stopped. Dean stared at the door, moving a little closer and holding his gun at the ready. The room seemed to hold its breath.

Suddenly, the door came crashing down, and all hell broke loose. One man, the one who had crashed through the door, ran at Sam, and Dean shot him, firing bullet after bullet. It did nothing. Another man came rushing through the door, and Dean discarded his gun, pulling out a silver knife. Sam pulled out the blade. I stood rooted to the spot. Thankfully, Cas grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the door, drawing me out of my trance.

A woman rushed in the door, and Cas quickly shoved his angel blade into her gullet. I noticed her black eyes and the flare of orange light that seemed to thrive under her skin, and I nearly choked. Demons. They were all demons. Cas stopped dead. "Oh, no."

I looked up. "Umm..." A circle of flame surrounded the entire building, cutting off the motel from everything else.

"That would explain it." Cas clenched my hand tighter.

"What?"

"It's holy fire." Cas replied lowly.

My eyes went wide. I heard a laugh off to my left, and I whipped around.

There were maybe seven of them in all, all smiling huge grins as their black eyes burned. "Castiel." A woman stepped forward, her voice dripping with sarcasm and pleasure. "I've heard so much about you."

Cas gripped the angel blade, pushing me back behind him.

"Mostly good things." The demon continued, stalking back and forth, but moving no closer. "But you know, everyone has a dark side." She cocked her head. "Give us the heaven spawn."

Cas clenched his jaw. "Over my dead body."

The demon grinned. "So be it." All seven of them came running at Cas, and Cas turned, shouting. "Run!" I didn't think twice. I turned around, running full speed. I didn't run anywhere in particular, just away from the demons. I reached the end of the motel, and screeched to a halt. Two demons stood watch, and they turned to look at me. "Well what do we have here?" One asked.

"You better stay away from me or I swear to God I will send you right back to Hell." I threatened.

The demon looked at his friend, then they both bust out laughing. "That's cute." The other replied, and they advanced towards me.

I cursed, and in a split second I had made a decision. I ran towards the motel, grabbing the drainage pipe and pulling myself up. Thankfully it was only two stories, and I hoisted my legs onto the roof. I raced along the ledge, bending down and grabbing a handful of the little pebbles that littered the ground. I looked back, and saw the first demon start running for me. I faced forward, then used my forward momentum to spin around, flinging the pebbles right at the demon's head. It grunted, and I knew it probably didn't do much, so I kept on running. I soon ran out of motel, and I turned around. The second demon wasn't far behind, and the first demon slowed as he came within twenty feet. There were several cuts on his face, and it looked like one of my pebbles had lodged into the poor guy's eyeball.

Down below, Dean and Sam raced out of the motel room, and seeing the swarm of demons attacking Cas, Dean rushed over. Sam looked around, shouting, "Ines!"

I looked over, my eyes wide, but Sam was at the opposite end of the motel. I quickly looked back at the two demons, who were now about ten feet away. "Hey, we're not gonna hurt you." One said.

"Not right now, anyway." The second added.

"Our boss just wants to have a chat." The first one edged in, elbowing the second.

"If you come with us now no one else gets hurt." The second one spread his hands wide.

I heard a disgruntled shout come from the parking lot, and I whipped my head over, my heart pounding. This can't be happening, this can't be happening... "Promise no one else will get hurt?"

The first demon smiled, edging closer. "I promise, no one else will get hurt."

Of course he was lying, but it didn't look like I had much of a choice. I nodded, and the two demons came closer. One reached out for my arm, and the other looked away for a brief moment. The perfect opportunity. I hit the demon's hand away, following with a knee to the groin. I then used the flat if my hand to deliver a dazing blow to the left side of his head. He was caught off guard, so much so that he lost his balance and fell off the roof entirely. The other demon spun around, and I yelled, "Sam!" at the top of my lungs. The demon ran at me swinging his arm wide, but I ducked underneath him, sliding around to his backside and kicking hard at the lumbar support. The demon leered forward but quickly turned around, snarling.

I prayed that Sam was coming, and danced away, but the demon came charging at me. I tried to avoid him, but he came at me full on, smacking me to the ground. My head spun, and I just barely had time to regain my vision before the next blow came. I moved my arm to block it, but I was too slow. My lower jaw exploded in pain, and I let out a strangled grunt. I brought my head back around, and the demon brought his hand back again. This time I was faster, and I grabbed his fist through the pain. Suddenly, there was a hand around my throat, and I couldn't breathe. I gasped, the pressure on my neck forcing me to let go of his hand. I tried to grab for his face, but my hands were uncontrolled and uncoordinated. I resolved to grabbing at the now two hands around my throat, but the light was fading fast. I could feel myself about to slip out of consciousness, and I gasped, trying to get air in. Suddenly, the force subsided as quickly as it had come, and I no longer felt the demon's weight on top of me. Air came rushing into my lungs, and I curled onto my side, coughing and spluttering.

"Now, that is no way to treat our guest." The voice came from above me, but I didn't have the strength to turn and see who it was. Two hands grabbed either of my arms and pulled me to my feet. My legs weren't quite working right, so it took most of my energy to even stand up. I felt the two demons pull me forwards, and I tried to drag my feet, but they merely continued to drag me along.

"No." I rasped, still coughing as my vision slowly returned.

"Crowley!" I heard Sam's voice shout, and the demons stopped. I turned my head over my shoulder, twisting to try and see Sam. Shit. I thought. This day just keeps on getting worse and worse.

"Moose. How wonderful for you to stop by. However I do not have any time for pleasantries, I'm afraid I have a rather big mess to sort out." I saw Crowley fling his finger to the side, and Sam was thrown right into the air conditioning unit. He fell limp to the ground, and I struggled even more, shouting for Dean, but my voice wasn't really working. "Dean! Cas!" I cleared my throat, but that just made the pain worse. "Help!"

Suddenly, we were on the ground, and I lost my footing. The demons pulled me towards a black van, and I lifted my feet up, making the two goonies carry my entire body weight. They seemed unfazed, and Crowley came around me, opening the back door of the van. I kicked and screamed, but they forced me on to the floor of the van, the two goonies holding me down. A third demon appeared, handing a handkerchief to one of the demons holding me down.

"No." I said, but I couldn't stop him from holding the handkerchief over my mouth. I tried to hold my breath, but I couldn't when I heard Dean yell. "Ines! Kid!"

"DEAN!" I screamed through the handkerchief, letting the flowery smell enter my nostrils. Within seconds, my world was black.

Dean came sprinting around the motel, gripping the demon blade in his hand. Suddenly, the holy fire disappeared, and the black van gunned its engine, ripping off into the night. Dean cursed loudly, kicking the ground in anger. Sam scuffled to the end of the roof, the side of his head matted with blood. Dean looked up at him. "She's gone, Sammy." He said, and Sam let out a sigh of defeat.

A/N: And that's all for now! Please tell me what you think!