Hello! I posted this story once a little more than a year ago, but it didn't have a good response and I had no plans on where to go with it so I took it down. I recently found this on my computer so I decided to try again and edit it a little. I now know when it will stop, a basic idea of how it will stop and hopefully my updates will be regular. The tittles are names of songs that fit the chapters fairly well... I think you all know the first one :)

Carry On Wayward Son~Kansas

I woke up on the dusty ground. My head throbbed, my back bleeding, and my arm was most likely broken. But the pain was nothing compared to the pain I felt as he watched me fall. The look in his eyes was a mixture of shame, guilt, regret, and pain yet he hadn't tried to stop it. As they brutally ripped my wings from my back, I couldn't tear my gaze from his eyes. He had tried to look away but I kept staring at him.

I wanted him to know the betrayal I felt.

Unable to move I soon blacked out, the blood loss from where they ripped my wings off was too great for my new human body to endure. When I finally woke up, an infernal beeping was coming from a heart monitor to my left.

Is this what I have come to? Having to be healed by a doctor? Being left on the side of the road with no way to even move? I used to be powerful, and I still would be if I didn't have a weak spot for that angel. I cursed loudly and a nurse walked in.

"Are you in any pain?" she had a southern drawl and her name tag read Judy.

I looked away. I refused to answer such a stupid question. If I had my powers I would have healed myself by now. She looked at me waiting for an answer. I felt pity for the poor lady so I answered.

"I woke up on the side of the road with a broken arm, a pounding headache, and a bloody back. What do you think?"

She bit her lip. "What is your name? We can contact your family, get you home."

Family? My family pushed me out of heaven and let me fall to earth. Literally.

"My name is Angie Singer. My only remaining family is Bobby Singer, he lives in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Can I leave now?"

"Well we would like to keep you under observation, but legally your fine and we can't keep you here."

"Then I'm out. How far is it to South Dakota?"

Maybe your confused. I am an angel. I'm not related to Bobby Singer, and my name is not Angie. The only being who knows my actual name is Castiel. I was in heaven helping out with things, mostly just keeping the peace. After a while I saw myself spending more and more time with Castiel. Eventual I developed feelings for him, I never felt as alive as when I was with him. I found out later that it was a mutual attraction. We started dating but told no one. It was frowned upon to date each other, but not illegal.

Murdering another angel was.

Of course I never, ever would kill another of my kind, but some one framed me. So Raphael ripped off my wings and pushed my down from heaven. The worst part was that Castiel was with me when the angel was getting murdered. Of course that excuse of an angel refused to tell anyone in fear his own reputation would be ruined. At least he saved me from being killed. I was originally scheduled for execution, but Castiel talked the council into making me fall instead.

Not that falling is any better.

I slowly limped onto the Singer Salvage Yard. I yelled, hoping that if he knew I was there he wouldn't try to kill me. When I heard a shot gun cock behind me I knew my efforts were wasted.

"Who the hell are you!" and I thought the nurse had an accent. Bobby's drawl could put Cletus from The Simpsons to shame.

"I didn't come for no trouble" I tried to imitate his accent and failed miserably. He must of noticed the imitation and it only made him madder. In a matter of seconds he had me pinned to the ground and in a few more I passed out. I'm really starting to hate being a human.

I woke up chained to a chair in a dingy room. I looked like it was made of iron and there was a mass amount of weapons lined on the walls. A fan was slowly spinning above and on the floor was a gigantic devils trap. He thinks I'm a demon. Considering the circumstance I would have chained me in a demon proof room to.

The cuffs were starting to bother me, one was digging into my broken arm. The steady rhythm of the fan was slowly making me go mad and I looked around for some way out. Just as I gave up all hope of ever getting free Bobby walked in, shot gun in hand.

"Oh thank god. My captor just might be my savior" I smirked. Bobby was interesting, maybe now I wouldn't go completely bonkers. Who am I kidding, I'm already mad.

"Thats nice Shakespeare. Now tell me what the hell you are before I load you full of buckshot."

"As of this moment, I'm human." I replied

"What do you mean as of this moment?" he was skeptical, that much was clear but everything else about him was bewildering. I smirked and didn't answer. He must have believed that I was human because he didn't try and shoot me.

"Whats your name?" He lowered the gun.

"The only man I told my name to betrayed me and left me for dead."

"I'm so very sorry princess." he sneered. I was starting to like Bobby Singer.

"Can you please un-cuff me?"

"Why are you here?" that was a no.

"I need protection. Thats what you do right, protect people, kill things?" I was starting to get desperate.

What if he couldn't help me? I wanted revenge on who framed me and I was beginning to think he was my only chance. Just as he was going to answer there was a knock on the door. He left to go answer it without a second glance at me. I started screaming.

"You can't just leave me in here! Let me out! Get me out!" I started rocking the chair back and forth trying to make as much noise as possible. Unfortunately all that happened was that the chair fell backwards. This was going to be a long day.

I heard mumbling upstairs and footsteps. The door creaked open. "Can you please help me up?" I heard someone (that was not Bobby) snicker. The chair was lifted up and what I saw I almost couldn't comprehend. "Dean Winchester has returned" I was shocked, none of the angels expected him to come back out of the pit. I didn't even hear them ask how I knew his name. The shot gun was cocked and a bright smile lit up my face for the first time in years. "You don't know how amazing this is. We have a chance. We can win the war now..." I started rambling which was unlike me. At some point not even I knew what I was saying.

"Shut up" Bobby interrupted my string of thought. I looked up to him.

"You know, I'm starting to like you."

"Great. Now your going to answer my questions or bad things are going to happen, understand?"

I nodded because I didn't trust my voice. "Why are you here?"

"I need protection"

"From what?"

"I can't tell you" He growled in frustrations. After an hour of more questions and no answers he left me and walked upstairs to the room Dean had gone to about 20 minutes ago. "Can you at least un-cuff me?" I called up to Bobby's retreating form. "No" was his gruff reply.

And if I claim to be a wise man

That surely means that I don't know

On a stormy sea of moving emotion

Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean

We set a course for winds of fortune

Dean walked in while I was singing Carry On Wayward Son by Kansas.

"Why are you singing?"

"Cause you wont occupy me."

"What are you?"

"Human"

"What were you?"

"That, Detective, is the right question." he tried to ask me more questions but I ignored him and started to finish the song I was singing.

But I hear the voices say...

Dean walked out the room and shut the heavy iron door behind him.