Author's Note: Okay, so this is definitely an AU and goes on some time between early to mid season one. I always loved the idea of the angel characters to be written and made as hunters, so I decided to make this. If you have any questions, feel free to ask and I'll be happy to answer (if the plot for this will allow me too xD). Disclaimer: Of course these characters aren't mine! Last time I checked, I'm not a genius named Eric Kripke (oh but what fun would I have screwing with this fandoms emotions if it were true).

"What the hell, Cassie? Are you trying to friggin' murder me?" A fairly short man with honey blonde hair and sparkling amber eyes exclaimed as he threw the object in his hand down on the bed and pointed at it in complete and utter horror.

Another man, younger than the other one with inky black hair and ivory skin that complimented his stormy blue irises, rolled his eyes, "It's a salad, Gabriel, not cyanide."

"Well, at least cyanide has flavor!" The other man, Gabriel, argued with a huff as he picked up the prepackaged plastic bowl of vegetables and held it out for the man to see, "Honestly, I know putting that dead eel in your bed while you were sleeping was maybe a little too much, but seriously? I trust you to bring me back some decent food and this is how you betray me?"

"My sincerest apologies," The man mumbled sarcastically as he turned his attention back to the laptop screen in front of him, "I didn't know you would rather face the hard struggles of obesity, diabetes, weakening immune system, and bone softening than actually digest something healthy for once."

"Oh don't worry about me, Baby Brother," Gabriel said with a smirk as he unwrapped a lollipop that he magically pulled out of his pocket and stuck it in his mouth, "I'll make sure to get my body slimmed down just in time for swimsuit season."

The blue eyed man didn't respond, simply choosing to ignore his distracting brother and instead keepig his gaze locked on the computer as he skimmed the whole article and declared, "I think I found us a new case."

"Let me guess," Gabriel teased as he took the sucker out of his mouth to grin wildly at him, "We're gonna team up with Agents Mulder and Scully to finally find little ole lost Samantha?"

The man's dark eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he finally tore his intense gaze off of the screen to look questionable at his older brother, but before he could say anything, Gabriel just rolled his eyes and sighed, "Sorry, I forgot. You're still stuck in the sixteenth century when it comes to that stuff. But please, do go on."

The boy shot one more confused look at Gabriel before finally complying to his request as he read the title aloud, "'Witnesses Claim Victims Saw Deceased Loved Ones Just Hours Before Murdered.' I'm thinking a ghost hoard perhaps…?"

"Damn, another one already?" Gabriel whined as he flopped down onto one of the abandoned springy mattresses, "C'mon, Cassie, we just dealt with one of those bastards a month ago in Minnesota! I mean, seriously, ever heard of a little variety every now and then?"

"Gabriel, your boredom over our recent cases due to lack of challenge and diversity isn't of import." The man told him more exasperatedly than annoyed, as if the blonde haired man's complaining was a normal occurrence that happened daily, "Our own creature preferences doesn't matter as long as we kill the monster, or monsters if that whole ambush in Rio ever happens again, and save innocent lives in the process."

"Oh Cassandra, you know I love it when you get all righteous on me like that," Gabriel just about leered at him as he waggled his eyebrows suggestively and purred, "It gets my Nether-Regions quivering just thinking about it."

The man scoffed, "Yes, because that's always what you want to hear from your sibling—"

"Stay away from me!" A panicked female voice coming from the other room hissed loudly before the sound of something glass shattering on the ground filled their eardrums as the voice yelled, "I said, STAY AWAY!"

At the sound of the voice, both men's faces darkened as the once light and friendly atmosphere suddenly grew heavier with tension. Their muscles clenched together instantly but it wasn't in alarm; instead it was in a knot-twisting sense of utter dread that seeped deep into their bones sine they both knew what they would see once they opened the thin wooden door that separated their tiny motel room from hers, and they were also sure that they wouldn't like it one bit.

Finally, it was the dark haired man (it was always the dark haired man who cared after her when she got into episodes like this) who rose to his feet and moved to the door, "I'll go check on her and make sure she hasn't injures herself. I suppose you can research the recent death history on the town."

"Castiel," Gabriel said soberly, a thing that seemed to rarely ever happen, and made the other man come to a stop as the blonde got to his feet and rummaged through a black duffle bag before pulling out a medicine bottle and holding it out to him, "Make sure she takes some of these; it'll at least help calm her down."

"She's not a dog, Gabriel," Castiel said sharply as he took the bottle out of his hand and threw it to the ground, "She's our sister for heaven's sake. We can't just shove useless pills down her throat just to make ourselves feel better." He paused briefly for a moment before adding in a quiet yet stern tone, "Besides, you know average medication won't help her…condition."

"It doesn't hurt to try—" Gabriel began to say but was cut off by Castiel storming into the other room and slamming the door shut, leaving the honey haired man alone with his abandoned lollipop already melting in his now sticky hand.

Castiel only felt his anger lighten once the door closed behind him, knowing that his older brother was only trying to help yet feeling incredibly frustrated that no one else seemed to understand his sister's situation other than him.

But his remaining rage was soon replaced with heart-wrenching sorrow as he finally caught sight of his sister—his once strong, courageous sister that never let anything get the best of her—standing on wobbly legs around the huge area of shattered glass with bloodshot eyes and trembling hands. She was wearing a plain white nightgown that hung loosely on her petite frame—something she wore often when she got into her horrid moods like this and neither Castiel nor Gabriel could wrestle her into anything else other than a simple baggy gown—and her used to be radiant ivory skin that had already faded into a deathly pale complexion; the only color on her was her fiery red hair and the pads of her bare feet that were now bloodied in result of stomping on the shards of broken glass.

Her steady blue eyes remained trained on the floor without even casting a sideways glance at him, which caused Castiel to believe that she had not even heard him come in; the voices in her head must've drowned it out.

"Anna," Castiel said soothingly in a low, careful voice, slowly reaching out to softly cradle her narrow wrist, "You're hurt. Sit back down on the bed while I clean this up and tend to your feet."

She remained frozen and unblinking; like a beautiful yet tragic statue that stood motionless as the forever changing outside world passed it by. Castiel hated when she was like this; it only made him more exhausted with worry and caused even deeper bags to reside under his tired lifeless eyes. He also hated it because Castiel knew he couldn't do anything to take the pain away except treat her like a two year old when in reality she was even older than him.

"Annie," He said even softer, almost inaudibly now, and carefully put his hands on her shoulders and led her over to the bed, "Look, I promise I'll take care of you in just a moment; I just need to pick the glass up so you won't accidentally cut yourself anymore."

She didn't respond and just let him take her over to the bed (a task she would scream and kick and fight if anyone else ever attempted to do—even Gabriel isn't allowed to touch her most the times when she's like this), sitting down without even a murmur of protest.

Castiel smiled gratefully at her as he pushed a stray strand of red hair out of her face and let his hand linger on her cheek, "There we go." He tried to ignore the fleeting ache in his chest when she didn't return his smile (usually there's at least a twitch at the corner of her mouth when he displayed his unwavering sibling affection he only shared with her) as he took a step back and grabbed the old broom and rotted dust-pan from the corner of the beaten walls of her own separate room (he and Gabriel both reluctantly agreed it was easier to work and focus on the hunt at hand instead of constantly fussing over her while she peacefully slept the day away) and swept the slivers of fractured glass up. But as he started to throw the pieces away, his odd little habit of wanting perfect neatness (a real disorder known as OCD but Gabriel just referred to it as a side-effect to the "long stick up his ass" while Anna, or used to when she was mentally stable, called him just a "clean enthusiast") began to get in the way, and before he could control himself, Castiel had already swept the used to be dust-ridden surface into a display of pure spotlessness. Now, if only he had a trusty mop with him—

"I didn't…know…you were the maid…here." He was startled to hear Anna say (though it sounded like something the normal Anna would say, he could tell by the terrible strain in her hoarse voice that it took an extreme amount of effort to do so).

Castiel's heart soared but he managed to keep his face blank (he had learned early on in his broken childhood to mask his true emotions to appear like bland indifference) as he replied coolly, "It appears like that form of employment is nonexistent at this facility." There was a straggled noise that Castiel identified as his sister trying to let out a humored snort, but sadly it seemed like they had taken away her ability to laugh along with her peace of mind.

Castiel dumped the glass mingled in dust into the trashcan and strolled over to get bandages to dress her wounded feet. Once acquiring them (along with some salves and such to help take the sting and bacteria out of the cuts), Castiel walked over and knelt down in front of his sister, taking her dainty yet bloody feet into his hands as he got to work. It wasn't the first time she had broken something nor injured herself; really, it wasn't even the first time she had managed to do both simultaneously. Honestly, almost nothing seemed to surprise Castiel when it came to the brink of Anna's mental state.

And that scared him even more than all the evil supernatural creatures combined.

They didn't exchange words with one another as he attended to her feet with Anna refusing to do anything other than fixate her gaze somewhere off in the distance with the same pained expression she usually wore and Castiel refusing to push her for anything more.

"There." Castiel just about whispered as he knotted the last of the bandages and carefully lifted her legs to rest comfortably on the bed with the rest of her, "No big deal; it was hardly a fuss." As he uttered out the last word, his eyes found the wall clock looming over them and he was surprised to see that it was already nine o'clock. Turned out the werewolf fiasco took him and Gabriel longer than he'd first thought.

"Anna, it's time to go to bed now," Castiel told her as he switched his gaze back on his sister and found his hands already reaching out to pull the covers over her so she won't get cold any time during the breezy night, "Try to get some rest tonight, okay? You only slept five hours last night." And I only slept two, Castiel added in his head but quickly buried that bitter thought deep inside his subconscious. It wasn't Anna's fault she needed more looking after than most girls her age (really, most twenty-five year olds spent their nights partying at local bars and going home with strange men, not being forced into yet another sleepless night as the monsters inside their heads torturing them endlessly at every waking hour); just like it wasn't neither her nor Gabriel's fault that it always had to be Castiel to tend to her (she and Castiel always shared a more profound bond with one another than with any other of their siblings—even with Gabriel, whom probably felt like the odd man out now a days considering that all their other siblings had ran out on them; ran out, or were already dead).

As he flipped the light-switch off (but made sure to leave a few night-lights on for Anna's sake, who always screamed bloody murder when she was ever in complete darkness) and lightly kissed her forehead, Castiel hoped that maybe she would rest peacefully tonight while he and Gabriel pack everything up to leave first thing in the morning. But just as he began to move away, he felt a slender hand grip the cuff of his trench coat tightly as if it were holding on for dear life and force him to a stop as he heard Anna's broken voice plead, "D-Don't l-leave me. Y-You c-can't leave me a-alone with t-them."

Castiel knew he probably wasn't going to receive a wink of sleep that night but couldn't bring himself to care as his sister's begging voice sent waves of physical pain through him.

"Never, Anael," Castiel said softly but strongly as he sat on the side of the bed and clasped his hand into hers, "I would never leave you alone."

"They're coming, Cas," Anna whispered so breathlessly that Castiel had to strain his ears to hear her, "The angels. They're coming."

Castiel's heart did a somersault at the mentioning of "angels," a word Anna had never in her life used in her vocabulary up until she began to get ill and lost touch with reality, but he kept his voice steady and firm as he said sternly, "The angels won't get you, Anna. I promise you that."

"They're not coming just for us this time, Cas," Anna said and for a moment, Castiel could've sworn he saw a flash of white light flicker in her usual dark and lifeless eyes but quickly assured himself that he must have imagined it, "They're coming for them, too."

"Them?" Cas repeated questionably, recalling that this was the first time Anna had ever said the "angels" were coming for anyone else besides she, Cas, and Gabriel.

"The Winchesters," She whispered but it didn't sound as if it was his sister's gentle and smooth voice speaking but instead it was another's—a voice that held power, poise, confidence, and a deadly coldness that sent shivers down Castiel's spine as it continued, "We have work for them." And just like that, her eyes fluttered shut and she drifted off into a deep sleep, leaving Cas alone to another cold and lonely night for him to deal with his own infinite worries.

And one of those worries was in the front of his mind and kept replaying over and over again with the answer feeling as if it was just on the tip of his tongue:

Who were the Winchesters? And what, if they even existed at all, were their names doing inside his sister's ill mind?

"I'm just saying, Sammy," Dean said with a shrug as he hid his mouth by taking a long sip of his beer, careful to conceal his smirk, "That girl back there seemed to really dig you."

"It wasn't just a girl, Dean," San replied exasperatedly as he ran a hand through his tangling mop of brown hair, "She was a psychotic vampire. The same psychotic vampire who, if the memory of the longest three hours of my life serves me right, tied me to a bed and tried to suck my blood."

"Hey, everyone has their own kinks," Dean said as he removed the can from his face so his brother had full view of his shit-eating grin, "I mean, I banged a chick that made me try on her underwear." He shrugged, "Wasn't so bad."

"So you're saying I should've acted like a Koolaid Jammer and let her drain me dry just for the possibility that I might've enjoyed dying?" Sam asked with a roll of his eyes as he sat down on one of the rickety mattresses and opened up his laptop.

"You gotta put yourself out there sometimes," Dean told him, the drop in pitch and the lack of mockery in his voice making it clear he wasn't entirely kidding anymore, "I mean, it's been months since the whole—"

"The whole thing about me abandoning my unprotected girlfriend to join my brother, who hadn't spoken to me in years, find our father that wanted absolutely nothing to do with me in the first place and then finally come home to find her pinned to the ceiling as she burst into flames?" Sam finished sourly as his tapping on the keyboard became more violent with each word said, trying to keep his tone light when in reality it only made him sound even more bitter, "Sorry if that lovely experience may make me a little hesitant to want to have another relationship for a while."

Dean went silent for a moment, staring at his beer can in his hand thoughtfully before he set it down on the wooden table in front of him and turned his gaze over to his brother, making his tone gentle as if afraid that his words would break him, "Sam, I didn't mean—"

"I know, Dean," Sam interrupted him in a low voice, his eyes never leaving the computer screen, "You were only trying to help." He then let out a long sigh as he finally dragged his gaze over to where his brother sat, "But you know how you can really help me? Find Dad and the thing that did this to Jess," Sam paused before looking compelled to add, "And to Mom, too."

Dean felt a sudden wave of shame overcome him as he broke eye-contact and stood up out of his wobbly chair, coming over to stand behind his brother to look over his shoulder, "Find anything?"

Sam's tensed shoulders relaxed, looking relieved at the change of subject, and nodded, "Victims apparently seeing their dead relatives before biting the dust on the outskirts of Wyoming."

"Ghosts?" Dean guessed with a shrug.

"Possibly," Sam answered, "Or maybe a shifter looking to torment their vics before the kill."

"So either a shitload of vengeful spirits looking to ice off their loved ones or a shifter just being a dick," Dean said before shrugging again, "So, just the usual."

"But make sure not to get framed for murder this time." Sam told him in a sober tone, trying to angle his face away so his brother wouldn't see his smile.

Though by the way Dean smacked him on the back of his head and muttered, "Bitch," he apparently failed.

"Jerk." Sam replied easily as he slid the laptop off his lap and began walking to the door, "You wanna get something to eat before heading to Wyoming?"

"Dude, since when have I ever turned down food?" Dean demanded with a grin, causing Sam to roll his eyes as he made his way out the door, leaving it open for his brother to follow.

Dean tried to keep his spirits up as he grabbed their stuff and followed after his brother, but Sam's words still remained at the back of his mind to remind him of what he had done to wreck his little brother's picture perfect life. All because Dean was selfish and thought that maybe—just maybe—he could get Sam to miss his old hunting life and region him and their father on their hopeless crusade.

But he should've known it was a lost cause; Sam had a new life—his own apartment, his own friends, his own smoking hot girlfriend, his own promising future—why would anyone willingly give that up just so their older brother wouldn't feel alone and empty inside?

No, he didn't blame Sam for leaving all those years ago; he blamed himself for not leaving with him.

Author's Note: The frist chapter of the many to come. I decided to make Castiel's feelings of love and protectiveness for Anna similar to Dean's for Sam (though I made Anna as the older sibling instead just to add a new twist), so there's at least something the two have in common. And of course, I couldn't leave the little cutie Gabriel out of this! Also, just to be clear, this fic isn't going to revolve around the case in Wyoming; it's only where it begins...

Next chapter is going to be where the Novaks and Winchesters meet and i'll hopefully have it out for you guys soon. And just to make myself clear, this is a Destiel fanfiction. Don't like? I'm sorry for wasting your time but next chapter, don't read. Though mostly seventy (if not more) percent of this fandom does ship those two lovebirds together, so I don't think I'll have a problem with that. Anyway, reviews are appreciated if not highly recommended. I don't have a problem with follows/favorites either ;).