A/N: I always wondered what would happen if Abaddon had soul, and how Castiel would react to being human, and I love Destiel, and I'm hopeless devoted to this show, I hope you guys enjoy it, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading. -T.

"Cas!" Dean yells.

"Cas!" Sam calls out, before going into a coughing fit.

"Sammy?" Dean says, wrapping a protective arm around Sam, but Sam shrugs it off, "I'm fine."

Dean Winchester looks at his brother with those hard, green eyes, "If you need to take a break big g-"

"Just go find Cas, okay?" Sam says, looking back at his brother, losing Lisa and Ben had been hard on Dean, last year, and losing Benny was no less painful, but losing Cas would break Dean, and Sam couldn't have that.

Dean looks back at his brother one more time before heading further into the tall grass.

"Cas!"

"Castiel, what have you done?"

Castiel hears a young, soft voice.

Before he blacked out, he felt the light, his Grace, being ripped out of him, and now, he feels everything as human: pain, remorse, fatigue, hunger, shame.

He feels a soft hand cup his cheek, and Dean's voice calling out to him, a few miles off.

When he opens his bright blue eyes, he realizes that he's in the presence of a teenage girl: petite, blond, not Meg blond, a darker blond, and big, light brown eyes.

"Castiel, can you hear me?" She asks him.

"H-H-How do you know me?" Castiel asks, were his lips always this chapped, he wonders to himself.

The sweet, reassuring smile spread across the girl's face, like she's found a wounded animal and wants to nurse it back to health.

"Castiel, I've come to help you." She says, the touch from her hand sends shivers down his spine, and an image pops up in his head.

"Abaddon?" Castiel asks the girl, she nods; he lets out a shallow breath of air before he begins to go into a coughing fit, he covers his hands and when he looks down he sees little speckles of blood on the palm of his hand.

The teenager smiles, "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." She says.

"What's wrong with me then?" He asks her.

Abaddon scans his body with her light brown eyes, "You seem to have punctured a lung or Metatron did it, I'm not really sure, the point is, your lungs are slowly filling up with blood." She says.

Abaddon leans in close to Castiel's face.

"What do you want from me then?" He asks her

Abaddon's face is a few inches away from Castiel's, now he understands what Dean means about wanting personal space, he figures he should be terrified, having the Knight of Hell being this close to him, but he can't help wondering about the girl trapped in her own body, screaming her head off.

"Sam and Dean will not be kind to you if you hurt me." Castiel says in a raspy, harsh tone, the rusty taste of blood on his tongue, 'I really am dying', he thinks to himself, 'this is the end'.

Abaddon holds Castiel's face closer to hers, "Then we shouldn't waste any more time," she says in a whisper, "just let me heal you Castiel." Abaddon says, and kisses him right on those chapped lips.

"Cas!" Dean yells, it had been over an hour, and Dean's voice was getting raspy.

Sam's continuous coughing was the only sound around these parts.

"Cas!" Dean yells one more time.

"Dean, maybe he isn't here." Sam says.

"He's here Sammy." Dean says.

"Look, all I'm saying is, maybe Cas-"

"He's not dead." Dean says, 'he can't be dead,' he thinks to himself as he scans the field one more time.

"I can feel it, he's not dead." Dean repeats, reassuring himself more than Sam.

It's true what Castiel said, the two do in fact have a 'profound bond' Dean could sense when Cas was around, he just never really accepted it first, always shrugged it off as a draft in the air or something normal, until now.

Now, that bond was the only thing he was sure would help him find his clip-winged buddy.

Sam stopped coughing, and all was quiet.

Except.

"Wait." Dean says.

Sam stops walking.

"What?" Sam whispers.

To the right of the field, he can hear a deep, monotone voice, alone with a soft, lighter voice. If Castiel was there, he wasn't alone.

Dean runs toward the direction of Castiel's voice, with Sam following closely behind.

"Cas!" Dean yells.

As he gets closer, he notices the grass field has a giant circular clearing in the middle, probably from Castiel's fall.

"Cas?" Dean calls out, looking at Cas, not sure what to do.

Because thirty year-old Castiel, is locking lips with Mystery Jail Bait.

"Whoa, Cas?" Sam ways, now standing at his brother's side.

Castiel and girl separate.

"H-H-Hello Dean," Castiel says, "hello Sam."

The brothers exchange quizzical looks, then turn their attention back to Castiel and the girl.

"Cas, step away from the jail bait." Dean says.

The girl lets out a small chuckle, and gets up.

"I'm hardly jail bait." She says.

She's wearing black Doc's and dressed dark denim jeans, a black tank-top, and a green plaid flannel.

"Dean, Sam, it's good to see you boys again." She says, then turns back to help Castiel up from the ground.

"Again?" Dean asks the girl.

"Again?" He repeats, turning to Sammy, hoping he has an answer.

"How are you feeling old sport?" The girl asks Castiel.

Castiel coughs into the palm of his hand and is relieved to see no blood this time, the taste of blood has left his mouth, he no longer feels tired or sore, but still very hungry. "I am feeling much better," He says, wiping off dirt from his trench coat, examining a hole on his shoulder, "thank you Abaddon."

"Excuse me?" Dean says.

Sam pulls out Ruby's knife, "Don't hurt Cas." He says.

Abaddon chuckles, shaking her head, "Believe me, if I wanted to kill the three of you, I would have done it already." She says.

Dean chuckles, "Yeah, yeah you could try but we're not that easy to kill." He says.

Abaddon smiles, "Oh you've died plenty of time, it's just hard to keep you dead." She says.

Dean shrugs, "Fair enough, now enough talk," he says, grabbing the knife as Sam hands it to him, "Now I'm not saying killing you has been the easiest gig in the world, but doesn't mean I'm not going to enjoy this any less." He says smiling.

Sam smirks.

"Wait," Castiel says, blocking Abaddon with his body, "I don't think she means us any harm."

"Cas," Sam says, "c'mon man this is Abaddon, The Hell Bitch, she's not Meg."

Castiel flinches at the mention of Meg's name.

"Really, Hell Bitch?" Abaddon asks Sam, "I was the Knight of Hell."

"Same thing." Dean chimes in.

Abaddon rolls her eyes, "Look, I know I'm like The Demon of Hell, I know I killed your grandfather… that was the old me."

"That was literally an hour or so ago." Sam says.

"That was… look it's hard to explain." Abaddon says, shuffling her feet.

"Explain." Dean says.

Abaddon rolls her eyes, letting out a heavy sigh, "Look, you guys are familiar with time travel and what not, right?" She asks the guys.

"Yes." All three say in unison.

"Well, that Abaddon you met, that was me, but from this dimension," Abaddon says, "I'm like Abaddon 2.0."

"Excuse me?" Dean asks.

"Look, I'm from this year 2013, the Abaddon you've been dealing with was Abaddon from 1958, I was still a bitch and still under Lucifer's wing." Abaddon says.

"Wait, so you're saying you're from another dimension, how?" Sam asks.

"I was never supposed to go through that door that took me to this time period," Abaddon says.

"So there's another dimension where Henry Winchester is still breathing?" Dean asks.

"No, I still killed the Men of Letters that night." Abaddon says.

Dean turns to Sam and Cas, a peeved look painted across his face.

"But I left Josie Sands after that and returned to the Pit, the Josie Sands you know is 1958 Josie Sands, she's no longer here, kind of went poof when I finally caught up to her, after she left that abandoned church you were occupying." Abaddon says to Sam.

"So where is Josie Sands of 2013?" Dean asks.

"Rotting away on a rocking chair in sunny Florida in some retirement home," Abaddon says, "the Alzheimer's has gotten so bad, she doesn't even remember her name anymore."

Sam and Dean exchange glances, Castiel looks at Abaddon with a quizzical expression.

"So you're saying you sucked your old self inside of your present self?" Castiel asks her.

"Um, yeah, I guess so, but it's still me, I kind of just reverted the whole time lapse chaos, Bitchy-Me created." Abaddon says.

"So how are you different?" Sam asks her.

"In other words, what's stopping us from shutting you up for good?" Dean asks her mockingly.

"Well for one, I have a soul." Abaddon says.

"Huh, that's funny, old Father Thompson give you your soul back?" Dean asks.

"No, I, er, I never really had a soul to begin with." Abaddon says, looking bashful.

"Oh so you just stole one." Dean says sarcastically.

"Dean, please," Castiel says, "I think I understand what Abaddon is trying to say."

"What?"

"When you first met me, I was just as soulless as her." Castiel says.

"Well, that doesn't make any sense." Dean says.

"It makes perfect sense." Castiel replies.

Sam looks at Castiel, "Cas, how, I mean, explain please."

Castiel sighs, "I'm sorry Abaddon, I thought those stories were false, I mean we all did, the things Michael and Raphael said-"

"It's okay Castiel." Abaddon says, "I made some mistakes, I was so young and foolish."

"Cas, c'mon man, stop being cryptic here." Dean says.

Castiel sighs, "Abaddon was, is an angel."

Dean chuckles, "Bullshit, I mean, she's a friggin demon." He says.

"I'm sorry Dean, but it's true." Castiel says.

"How?" Sam asks.

"Look it's incredibly long story, but the short story is, I was the leader of the two-hundred fallen angels that feel from Paradise and descended into Hell when Lucifer was kicked out by Michael." Abbadon says, "Needless to say, it was the stupidest decision of my life, and I regret it, we all do, there's not one demon that secretly wishes they were back in Paradise."

Dean chuckles.

"So, what I don't understand is how are you an angel still, I mean, did you not see the meteor shower?" Sam asks.

Both Abaddon and Castiel flinch at the mention of it.

"Too soon, Sam." Castiel says.

"Technically my wings have been clipped since my Fall, but I never really turned my back to God or Heaven." Abaddon says.

"Except when you decided to go with whiny, bitch Lucy." Dean says smugly.

Abaddon narrows her eyes at Dean, Dean clears his throat and looks down at the ground, teenage girls have always been a complex subject he never understood, apart from babies, they made him incredibly uncomfortable.

"The point is, even with Metatron closing the pearly white gates, there's a part of me that is still connecting to Heaven." Abaddon says.

"What about Cas?" Dean asks Abaddon.

Castiel shakes his head, "I lost my Grace, I'm human now."

A despondent Dean looks at Castiel, "I'm sorry man."

"So how did you obtain a soul Abaddon?" Sam asks her.

"Okay, I'm well aware my name is mouthful, can we just shorten this to Abby, you guys call him Cas." Abaddon says, pointing at Castiel, who merely shrugs in response.

"We're friends with Cas," Dean says, "you're not my friend." He adds, pointing to Abaddon, as if it was obvious enough.

"Wait, we're missing the entire point here." Sam tells Dean, and then turns to Abaddon, "What do you want from us?" He asks her.

The teenage Abaddon sighs, "Honestly," she says, "I need your help."

Dean chuckles, "Seriously?"

"Yup." Abaddon says.

"Ha, Cas is a human, Abaddon has a soul, and she needs our help." Dean says, no one is really sure who it's directed to, "Awesome."

"Not really." Castiel says.

"What do you need our help for?" Sam asks her.

Abaddon sighs, "Look it sounds incredibly crazy, but I know you guys are more than adequate for the task at hand."

"Spit it out Princess." Dean says.

"I need you to stop Azazel." Abaddon says.

"Fuck me," Dean says, and then lets out a pain laugh, "We already stopped him, I shot him with The Colt, our own father dragged into your precious Pit, I saw it with my own eyes."

"You didn't really kill him," Abaddon says, "I should know, it's my Pit."

"What." Sam blurts out.

"Yeah, hate to burst your bubble boys, but Celine Demon is back." Abaddon says.

"You're telling me that yellow-eye son of bitch is back." Dean says.

"Yes, that is what she just said." Castiel says.

"Okay, we've all established that Azazel is out," Abaddon says, "He's been out for quite some time actually."

"How long?" Sam asks.

"Since you guys opened Lucifer's Cage." Abaddon says.

"Shit." The brothers say in unison.

"When you opened the Cage, you opened the Pit as well, and a lot of demons got out, including Azazel." Abaddon says.

"So why do you want him back in, shouldn't you be rooting for him or something, giving him a pep talk or whatever." Dean asks her.

"No, Azazel, he's trying to take over Hell and Earth, he's trying to combine the two." Abaddon says.

"So why do you want to stop him?" Sam asks.

"Is this on account of you having a soul." Dean asks sarcastically.

"Look, back then, back in Paradise, before 'The Fall of the Two-Hundred', Lucifer came to Azazel and I, asked to help him join forces to overthrow human existence, to irradiate your kind completely." Abaddon kneels down, touching the grass gently, "I understood why he hated you guys so much, I mean, he loved, loves his father, we all do, no matter how absent he is, but to have us watch and care for things so puny, so mundane, creatures that never truly understood just how special they are, it was repulsive, and Azazel was my- my best friend, if Azazel had refused Lucifer, I would have too."

"But you didn't." Sam says.

Abaddon sighs, "No, no I didn't, I convinced at least two hundred beautiful angels, and created them into the monsters that we are today." Abaddon shakes her head, "Most of them were in the Pit with me, and when you opened the Cage, they escaped, some stayed in touch with Azazel and I, most wanted to go into hiding and never be seen from again."

"So why now?" Dean asks.

"Because Lucifer is in the cage with Michael, Raphael is dead and so is Gabriel, our Father has been M.I.A. for some time, Azazel liked being the King of Hell, back in Heaven he wasn't much of anything, but when Crowley took the thrown he was furious, he was weak and couldn't do anything to overthrow Crowley, but Crowley has a soul, and Azazel had a bigger following than Crowley, he wants the power again and he will find all two hundred fallen angels and convince them to be his army." Abaddon says, "But I can't let that happen, he'll destroy Earth and then try to take Heaven from Metatron."

"He already tried that." Sam says.

"Yes, but that was with humans with special abilities, Angels, we're different, we don't have a soul, we're celestial beings, we have no human attachments to Earth, they will say and do anything Azazel asks them to because they know him, they understand him, he will tell them that he will take them back to Paradise." Abaddon says.

"And will he?" Castiel asks.

"No," Abaddon says, "He will deceive them and they will accept it and will do his bidding, and once he has all two hundred, he will destroy Earth."

"Why do you care though?" Sam asks.

Abaddon looks at the boys, "Because of people like you, because of Bobby Singer, Ellen, Jo, Ash, your parents, because in my time here, I have realized that my hate for you was nothing but jealousy, I never liked Lucifer, but for the longest time I believed his opinion on humanity was just, but now, I don't know, you guys are so… everything is so limited, everything has an expiration date for you, it makes you thrive for life, I watch people living life to the fullest, I see them love with all their might, I see them fall and watch them rise to the top, I was wrong, you value all of your time because it's so limited, I can't do that, I'm immortal, I will never age, I will grow old." Abaddon says.

"You can still die." Dean says.

Abaddon chuckles, "Yes I can still die, but if Azazel gets control of Hell, he will kill everything in his path."

"Why?" Castiel asks.

"Because he enjoys it." Abaddon says.

Sam and Dean exchange looks, Castiel looks down to the ground.

"Will you help me?" She asks them.

Dean looks at Abaddon and then to Castiel, "What do you think Cas?"

Castiel looks at Dean and Sam, "I believe what Abaddon has said, I think she has, turned a new leaf, if I recall that is the saying isn't it?"

Abaddon smiles.

Dean shakes his head and sighs, "Sammy?"

Sam shrugs, "I'll do it, if it keeps Amelia and everyone we care about safe."

"Dammit." Dean says under his breath.

"Fine, I'm in." Dean says, holding out his hand to Abaddon, "You got a deal."

Abaddon reluctantly takes Dean's hand and shakes it, and then shakes Sam's hand along with Castiel's.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah, don't mention it." Dean says, "God, this is… this is like dealing with Ruby again."

"Sort of." Sam says, reluctantly.

"Oh right," Dean says, remembering the whole Ruby Hurricane, "No sex with the minor." He says, pointing at Abaddon.

"I'll have you know that this girl is nineteen, and not in the least bit attracted to you guys." Abaddon tells them.

"Speaking of which," Dean adds, "what's up with the teenager."

"It's a long story." Abaddon says.

"Save it for the ride back to the Bunker." Dean says, fishing out his keys, "You're driving Sammy." He says tossing them to Sam, as the four walk back to the Impala.

Castiel wraps an arm around Abaddon, "Thank you Abby."

Abaddon smiles, "No, thank you Cas." She says, wrapping her arm around Castiel, "Seriously, I think they would have cut off my head if you weren't here."

"That is inevitable unfortunately." Castiel tells Abaddon.

"Maybe," Abaddon says, "If Casey, Crowley, and Meg had a change of heart, who says I can't, or the Winchester for that matter."

Castiel smiles, "Yes, you are right about that."

Sam looks back the two Fallen Angels, whispering to each other like school girls.

"Dean I have a bad feeling about this." Sam whispers to Dean.

"Yeah well we don't have much of a choice." Dean says.

"Yes we do, we have the knife and the Colt, and we killed her once, what's stopping us now." Sam says.

"Look, I'm all for slicing and dicing the bitch, but for right now, we're gonna have to play house." Dean says.

"I can't believe you're agreeing to this." Sam says.

"Well, it's her or Yellow Eyes." Dean says.

"Good point." Sam says.

True, the opportunity to kill Abaddon was basically laying on a silver platter for them, but looking back at Cas, seeing him smiling, seeing him happy, made Dean feel better, he had his best bud with him, if it meant playing patty cake with Hell Bitch, that Dean accept it. Besides, killing the demon who destroyed your family not once but twice is a sweet treat.

Sam on the other hand, found it difficult to breathe near Abaddon, although she seemed harmless for the most part, flash backs of Ruby wanted to send him running as far away from her as possible. But if Azazel was raising hell, no pun intended, than he knew it was their job to kill him. He had accepted that if anything should happen concerning humanity, Fate had decided a long time ago that the Winchester were just the boys to handle the job. Plus he couldn't stand the thought of Amelia, Lisa, or Ben being tortured by Azazel. This time, he would be the one to kill Azazel, Dean had his turn.

"What are gonna do about Crowley?" Sam asks Dean.

"Dammit, I forgot that son of a bitch was still in there." Dean says, looking at the church.

"Bring him along." Castiel says, smiling.

The boys look at each other.

"Son of a bitch," Dean says walking to the church, "Start up the car Sammy, I'll be right back."