Aaaaand I'm back, after quite some time of absence. It's not that I had writer's block, it's just that I had so many ideas, I couldn't put them in order, so I could form a story. So, I'm back with my first SPN story. How much I love that show, I cannot express. Anyhoo, on with the story. R&R! Enjoy! :D

Just a small note: This is not a crossover with Merlin, at least not yet, I am using the show for the background of my OC Dominique.

And an even smaller note: Re-uploaded the chapter with a few changes, so make sure to check it out.

1916, abandoned warehouse, somewhere in the USA

Light. There is light. But how is that possible? I'm dead... And yet...

She opens her eyes. Weird... How can I even open my eyes? But that doesn't matter anymore, 'cause she sees something she never expected to.

Her own body.

What the...?

This is some sort of spell, some kind of powerful magic. She would know. She's a sorceress herself, second only to her father - Emrys himself.

Or was...

An out-of-body experience...

OK.

That's new.

There had been some sort of research about that during the last couple centuries, but she hadn't paid any attention to the theories. Being the daughter of Merlin, she had inherited her father's power and immortality. She hadn't cared for anything more than that, other than to be able to adapt to the era she was living in and survive.

Now, with World War I happening, just as predicted... she wasn't so sure about that last part.

"Hello, Dominique."

"Who's there?", Dominique spins around and asks

"I am here to help you.", the voice says

"Really...?", she queries with doubt

"Yes.", the ethereal presence responds

"OK... Then who are you?", the sorceress questions, while searching for said presence

"You will not find me, your Majesty."

"Why? And you still haven't answered my question..."

Wait a minute...

"... How do you know I am of royal blood? Or my name, for that matter?"

The enchantress sounds pissed.

"For the same reason you cannot see me."

"Which is."

"I am an angel of the Lord. "

Right...

"You're an angel...? Don't mess with me, boy, I've seen a lot of things but an angel ain't one of 'em.", Dominique argues, angrily, her English accent thick through her words.

"What are you and what the hell is your name?!"

"Like I said, I am an angel of the Lord..."

"... As for my name..."

"... My name is Castiel."