"And then you left?" Charlie asked leaning over the table in a whisper. Books and papers were sprawled out before her, nothing mentioning a human being able to fall from Heaven. Anything that they looked at, anything that they read, nothing eluded that it was actually possible.

"Yeah," Jo sighed turning the page of another large book, "Then I left." She looked up, meeting eyes over the table with Charlie. "I really don't want to talk about this."

"Sorry." Charlie mumbled, turning her attention back to her book. "It's just there's no cable here. You two are my only entertainment."

"So sorry to take that away from you." Jo rolled her eyes.

"Hey now, don't get surly with me. I'm not the one who told you I loved you, tried my best to protect you, and always tried to do the best by you."

Jo glared at Charlie. "What are you trying to say?"

Charlie folded her hands over the book in front of her. "All Dean has ever tried to do is protect those he loves till the end, to a fault, actually. What makes you think that you're any different? That you aren't on that list? Even more so now, because he didn't expect you to be here. He expected you to be waiting for him all safe and sound, and now you're not. You threw him a curve ball, is all."

Dean had all but said the same words to her the night before. Why was it when Charlie told her it made complete sense? Everything he said seemed to clicked into place. But Dean tells her and she hits him.

"It amazes me," Charlie added looking back down at the book with the smallest text ever, "That when you guys are risking your lives you don't have a second thought, but when it comes to actually talking about how you feel, you two are the most defensive people I've ever met."

Jo glared down at her book reading the same sentence for the fourth time. Charlie was right, of course she was right. She shook her head, "It doesn't matter." She closed her eyes, she hadn't meant to say that out loud.

Charlie frowned at her, "What do you mean?" She whispered.

Jo looked up at the red head, watching the concern ripple over Charlie's face. Jo couldn't recall when they had become friends, when Charlie had become her confidant, but it was easy. Jo didn't have to think about it, or question what she was telling her. She trusted Charlie inexplicably, and she wasn't sure how it happened. She sighed leaning back in her chair. "I told him I would help him figure this whole thing out." She twisted her hands together in her lap, looking anywhere but Charlie, "I just..." She shook her head, "I just can't let anything cloud that right now. I have a job to do." Jo said resolutely as she met her friends eyes.

Charlie regarded her with pursed lips. "That's a very good excuse." She said, sarcasm dripping from every word.

Jo sighed, turning back to the book.

They had nothing. It had been a full three weeks and nothing, no clues, no leads, not a damn thing. Well, that wasn't entirely true. They had a few things.

They had gotten the security tapes from the hospital. However, the entrance was obstructed and all they could see were arms laying Jo on the ground. Arms clad in a thick jacket, no skin showing, no recognizable markers, nothing. They watched the tape watching Jo's room for hours. No one entered but doctors and nurses, and none of them carried a cup, or were in there long enough to have a drink.

They searched for days looking for anything pertaining to the Demon trials or the Angel trials, nothing gave any indication that a human soul could fall with the Angels, let alone in their own body.

"Okay," Sam said from his seat in a overly plush arm chair, wrapped in an old quilt. "So what do we know?"

"A big fat nothing." Dean grumbled from across the room at an oak table with Castiel.

"That's not helping Dean." Sam snapped at him. "What do we know?" He repeated himself more forcefully, ignoring his brother's exaggerated eye roll.

Charlie leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms above her head, trying to stifle a yawn, "Jo died with out a body to come back to."

"Anna, the angel, was able to get her body back when she was resurrected, but she was a general in the army, she had friends high up that could do that." Castiel added.

"Jo doesn't remember anything from Heaven." Dean recited. This was not the first meeting they all had together, and he knew the outcome. Nothing.

Jo stared at the wood grain on the table she shared with Charlie. "Castiel, what was happening in Heaven, before I fell?"

Dean watched her cautiously. Why hadn't they thought to ask before?

"There was a war. The arch angels were gone and everyone was fighting." Castiel told her, his brows knitting together.

"Do you think..." Jo chewed on her bottom lip, trying to phrase her question just right, "Do you think the souls would have gotten involved? Or were forced into fighting?"

Castiel nodded slowly. "It's possible, I suppose. Souls mean power, the more you possess the more powerful you are."

Dean stood from his chair and started to pace. "So say some power hungry angel was trying to overthrow Naomi and was collecting souls..." He trailed off looking around the room for suggestions.

"I would have fought back." Jo stated, there was no question in her mind.

Dean's lips lifted in a small smile, "Yeah, you would've. But how would you get your body back?"

Jo shrugged, looking back down at the table.

"Jo," Sam pulled her attention over to himself, "Did you have any hand prints anywhere on your body? Have you noticed anything?"

Jo shook her head, "It would have been on the doctors charts." She said gesturing to the stack of papers to her left. "They noted everything else."

Dean walked over to the table and shifted through the charts, his brows furrowed with an idea. Jo could practically see the wheels turning in his head. "What if they hid it?" He asked, flipping open one of the charts, to the pictures the hospital had taken of the lacerations on Jo's side. He tilted the picture sideways and held it up to the light. He smiled as he pointed. "Right there, that's a thumb."

Jo stood next to him staring up at the picture. There it was, obscured by three claw marks, barely raised on the skin, was a hand print seared into her skin. "I was raised?"

"Looks that way sweetheart." Dean smiled down at her. "Now the question is, by who?" He handed the photo to Jo and retook his seat in his chair.

Kevin lifted his head from his own table. "She would have had to be raised as they were falling. It must have been a last resort." Kevin looked around for confirmation, "It had to be right before, like the angel knew what was happening and took Jo with."

Castiel nodded, "It makes sense. It explains why her injuries were still present. They weren't able to finish the resurrection."

"We still need to know who raised her." Dean groaned.

"We need to find an angel." Sam interjected. "At least someone that used to be one."

"Look around," Jo scoffed, "The homeless population had doubled in the last month."

"So what? We just roam the streets looking for a homeless person and ask them if they used to be an angel?" Dean asked incredulously.

"Why not? What better option do we have?" Jo argued.

Dean shrugged, "Fine, me and Castiel will go." He stated, followed by a round of boo's and arguments from the people around him. He held his hands up to quiet everyone down. "Kevin, you just got back from being MIA for two weeks, you're not going anywhere."

"What am I? On house arrest?" Kevin asked indignantly.

"Yeah, you are." Dean stated bluntly. "Sam, you're not going because you can barely stand, don't be stupid. Charlie, you're not going because, well, because I said so."

"And what about me?" Jo challenged. "This whole fact finding mission is about me, why shouldn't I go?"

Dean sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. It was a battle he knew he would lose. "Fine, you can go."

Jo smiled triumphantly. "Damn straight."

It was a nice day out, barely seventy four degrees, sun shining, birds chirping. Jo leaned into the wooden park bench and tilted her head toward the sun. Letting the warmth wash over her features. She couldn't remember the last time she did this, but she knew, in her gut, she was happy, the last time. It was bright and comforting. Like she could have stayed there forever, but it was just a phantom feeling of a time she couldn't remember.

"What about that one?" Dean's voice pulled her back to reality.

"Hmm?" She hummed following his gaze to the man pulling half eaten food out of a garbage can. His clothes were disheveled but only had maybe a few days of dirt clinging to them. If he was homeless, it couldn't have been for long. "Yeah, okay." She nodded.

The man looked over his shoulder at the trio as if he had overheard them. He dropped the hotdog he had found and continued down the path.

Dean glanced at Jo before he made his way across the park to follow the man. Jo and Castiel not far behind.

The man wound his way through the park, on the trail, off the trail, weaving in and out of trees, quickening his steps, then slowing down, looking over his shoulder every few moves. He was never more than three yards away, but the park was crowded with children and picnics. None of them wanted to spook anyone or cause attention if they ran and tackled this man.

Four adults in a park without a child was suspicious enough.

They reached a secluded area, surrounded by trees and bushes, a dead end, before the man stopped walking. With a sigh he turned to face them. "I know who you are." He nodded toward Dean. "You don't scare me."

Dean's brows creased, "I don't want to scare you. I just want to ask you some questions. That is, if you are what I think you are."

The man, who looked no more than twenty four, glared at Castiel, "I am a fallen angel, as you thought."

"Well, that was easier than I thought it was going to be." Jo muttered from behind Dean.

"I know who you are too, you know." The fallen angel snapped at Jo and immediately bowed his head pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry," He apologized, "that was rude. I have not yet learned to harness my frustration."

Jo stepped out from behind Dean and stood next to him, "Well, that's alright. I think we all have that problem." She said speaking softly. "It seems you have us at a disadvantage, though. You know who we are, but we don't know who you are."

"I am Tobias." The man responded at once, pursing his lips.

"Tobias, what do you know about Jo here?" Dean asked taking a step forward.

"She was working with the angel Rachel to overthrow Naomi." Tobias answered as if that explained everything.

Castiel bowed his head sighing.

Dean looked from between Tobias and Castiel, "What? Who's Rachel?"

Castiel looked up at Dean, "Rachel was a rogue angel. Well, rogue by Naomi's standards, at least."

Tobias nodded in agreement, "Naomi was trying to corral all of the souls to her side of the fighting so that her army would have the most power. Rachel was an advocate for leaving the souls out of the war, She, as I, believe the souls in Heaven have earned eternal rest, it is not a gift. Ms. Harvelle was Rachel's leader of the soul militia."

"Who raised me?" Jo whispered, the name Rachel pulled at something in the back of her mind. The name was important.

"Rachel, of course." Tobias answered. "I saw it happen. We all felt it, there's a pull in the pit of your stomach and you feel like you are about to fall, ironically enough. But Rachel grabbed onto you by your hip as she was falling and she raised you."

"But why?" Jo took another step toward Tobias, "Why not just leave me there?"

Tobias bowed his head, "There was a fight, you were too close to her when the spell was enacted. Your soul would have fallen to Earth to roam for eternity. You would have been a ghost. She tried to save you."

"Where is she?" Dean asked, "Where is Rachel?"

Tobias shook his head, "I don't know, I imagine she'll be near where you fell." He said never taking his eyes off Jo.

"I need to find her." Jo decided, she knew absolutely what she had to do.

"I was about to suggest the same." Tobias whispered.

"I know you." Jo narrowed her eyes at him, something about his presence was familiar, something about his words brought up a strange sense of deja vu.

"You do. Or you did." Tobias tilted his head to the side and gave her a soft smile, "I'd say we were friends once."

"Why did run then?" Dean interjected, stepping protectively behind Jo.

Tobias shrugged with a sardonic smile, "Habit, I suppose. I wasn't a solider. I'm not that brave, and quite frankly Mr. Winchester, your reputation precedes you." He added with a raised brow.

"Why don't you come with us?" Jo asked hearing Tobias' stomach grumble, "At least get a real meal."

Tobias glanced at Castiel wearily before nodding reluctantly, his stomach clearly making his decision. "I am quite famished."

"That's what I thought." Jo said holding out a hand to him. "Come on, we can talk more once you've eaten."

Tobias nodded again as he slipped his hand into Jo's.

Sorry this has taken me so long, this has seriously been one of the harder fics for me to write. Let me know what you think so far, where do you think its going?

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