Now sat in a chair in the library, the Winchesters stood off to the side, curious but cautious looks on their faces while Castiel and I had a staring contest.

Well more like Castiel was trying to figure something out and I refused to backdown from the silent challenge.

Sam cleared his throat, glancing between Castiel and myself. "What's going on?"

The seraphim's head tilted and his eyes narrowed. "Her real name is Andrea Fe, I asked around heaven but the angels don't know much else about her"

"So what?" I raised an eyebrow at Castiel. "I'm a private person"

"Heaven would've known her whereabouts because of what she is, however she disappeared when she turned thirteen" Castiel explained.

"Fourteen" I corrected, once again gaining the attention of the three men. "I was fourteen when I would've disappeared off the radar." The Winchesters looked to me in surprise, although Castiel remained stoic. "My mother was a hunter, her lover was an angel, but he got one call from heaven and abandoned us"

"Was?" Sam asked, but by his tone I think he knew.

"Demon attack one night, could've been prevented too if my angel father ever decided to show up" I crossed my arms, leaning back in my chair.

"There were circumstances surrounding that, it was beyond my control" Castiel tried to explain.

Sam and Dean exchanged glances. "Cas?" They both wondered at the same time.

Tilting my head, I furrowed my eyebrows and narrowed my eyes. "You know I'd believe that if you were there for her." Castiel looked away from me "in seventeen years, this is the first time I've met you, you're telling me that in that much time you couldn't get away? That you couldn't bother.." Swallowing the lump that suddenly seemed to restrict my breathing, I took a deep steadying breath before continuing "you protected the Winchesters over.."

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I suddenly stood, turning my back as I made my way back to the set of stairs, wiping an angry tear as I went.

"Andrea" Castiel called, but I refused to give it any attention.

Right before I was about to shut the large metal door, I heard Sam talking to the angel. "Leave her Cas"

Good, that meant that they'd leave me alone. I put my emotions on a mental shelf, not wanting to deal with them at the moment.

I've gone my whole life without facing what I feel about my biological father, right then was a slip, a crack in my hardened box in which I kept those emotions sealed away.

It was the only way I could cope, that box. My mother's death, my father's absence, they were things I kept in my mental box, locked away in the deepest part of my brain.

Yeah that was healthy.

Walking along the road at midnight was better than the cramped quarters that was the bunker, someone always watching my every move.

Please. If I was going to hurt someone, I would've already done it. I help people, well monsters, but in the long run, I kill the bad monsters and save the good ones.

My shoulders started to ache from the heavy backpack, and my wings were twitching uncomfortably from having an object pass through them and rest where the base of my wings met my back.

I wish I could fly, it'd make this entire process easier, I needed to get to town, steal a car, and drive south to wherever Zander decided to shack up.

My phone buzzing in my pocket drew my attention from the darkened pavement. "Hello?" I answered without looking.

"Turns out I do have a hunter in Kansas, his name is David, good man" Garth informed me. "Pretty good hunter too" he paused for a moment "well him and the Winchesters who live in Lebanon"

"Yeah I just met them" I sighed, shoving down the rising emotion. "I don't like Dean or Castiel, but I did like Sam"

"You didn't like Dean?" Garth chuckled "according to him, all women love him"

"First of all, ew Garth, second of all, not me." I replied, glancing at an approaching car.

"Alright well what about Castiel, why don't you like him?"

"there's just something off about him" I huffed, watching the car speed past me. "Plus I just don't like angels in general"

"You still won't tell me why..." Garth hinted.

"Whatever, I don't like Castiel because he tried to kill me and called me an abomination" I grumbled, kicking a loose pebble. It disappeared into the overgrown grass on the side of the road. "Anyway, the hunter, David, can you call him off please"

"I'll try, but he's a stubborn one" the werewolf promised.

"Thanks, say hello to Bess and the kids for me okay?" I hung up the phone after confirmation, and smiled. Garth had been kind in a time when I felt truly alone, even helped me set up my own place after crashing with him and his family for a month.

We worked together to keep hunters and good monsters safe in a world that would rather either kill them or put them in jail.

I usually handled the supernaturals while Garth handled the gruff and paranoid hunters. They knew him but few knew what he was now or what his family was.

The streetlight caught my attention as it flickered. Most likely faulty wiring, but it did point me in the direction of a nearby gas station.

One with a parking lot filled with cars that were ripe for the taking.