A Hunters Heart

The Almost Angel

As Castiel stood from the seat he had taken next to Lexi, he began walking a few steps back and forth. Sam suddenly got very nervous.
"What's wrong with her?" Sam asked, surprised with how concerned he was.
"Nothing."
"Then, why are you pacing?" Dean questioned. Castiel stopped, noticing his rhythmic steps, only to take his original seat.
"There was something there." he said.
"In my mind?" Lexi asked, "Like a tumor?"
"No," Castiel stated, "Unlike most medical prognoses, this "tumor" is purely...angelic."
A silence hit the room like a wrecking ball.
"Angelic?" Dean repeated.
"Angelic." Cas confirmed.
"Angelic." Sam stated.
"Yes. Angelic," Castiel said.
More silence.
"You mean," Lexi spoke, "Like an angel?"
Castiel was getting visibly frustrated. And Sam, confused, looked to Castiel. "So, wait, is she an angel?"
"She can't be an angel!" Dean said, "She's not a douchebag!" Castiel squinted at him and Dean thought about what to say. Eventually he gave up trying to find something witty to say and lifted his arms in surrender, "you know, I was gonna say no offense, but..." Dean trailed off, insulting the angel.
"She's not an angel," Castiel validated, ignoring the blatant insult, "I don't know what she is, all I know, is there is grace in her mind."
More silence.
The room filled with tension as everybody took this in. Now, having a better understanding of Lexi's situation, it seemed there were no words to describe what was running through their minds. Angelic warfare was nothing new to the brothers and the angel on their shoulder. But this? Hell, Lexi. Lexi was a new level of... new. The Winchesters had met regular humans. They had met demons, even Lucifer himself. They had met shapeshifters and Djinns, Werewolves and vampires, ghosts and ghouls, cupids and prophets. They thought they had met everything there was out there. But then, here they are. Sitting across the table from an almost angel.
Then, silence was broken by the eldest Winchester.
"Who's hungry?"