So yeah, I don't own anything but the character I created. Please do sue me. I own nothing good.

Chapter 1

A young woman is sitting alone in church. The church is in a town she had never been in before. She saw it on the way in from the back seat of the impala. It wasn't like she was looking for a church, nor was she overly religious, but during the past months, she was beginning to believe. She was upset and simply started walking. It was like she gravitated to the church. Somehow her feet walked simply walked the path to the church. When she saw it, she felt compelled to go in. As she walked through the door, a sense of calm washed over her. She didn't know if it was simply the beautiful surroundings, or because something higher was present.

Carefully she made her way to the side of the church. She didn't want to be in the middle or the centre. She just wanted to be there, hidden off to the side. She looked around, and realized she was alone. After kneeling in a pew and making the sign of the cross, she began to pray.

"Hi God. It's me. I…," she paused. She wasn't sure if her prayer was getting to God, but she believed Castiel when he said that God was still alive.

"God, I know you can still hear me. I mean, even you had to have a contingency plan right?" She stopped and looked at the statue of Jesus that was in front of her. She wasn't really expecting an answer, but that didn't stop her from asking a question.

"God, I am pregnant." Again she paused. This time she took a deep breath, trying to let the tension flow out of her. It didn't seem to be working. In fact, the young woman was even more tense than when she had walked in. Perhaps it was because this was the first time she admitted aloud that she was pregnant. It's not like she didn't believe the pregnancy test, but sometimes those things could result in a false positive. The doctor she had gone to last week had confirmed what she already knew – she was pregnant.

"God, I don't know what to do. I mean how am I supposed to raise this child?"

A lone tear fell from her eyes and landed on her clasped hands. She was surprised at this, for she didn't realize that she had been tearing up.

"God, I am going to be a mother. Me…a mother. How am I supposed to protect my baby?"

The young woman bent over and lets a cry escape her mouth. Her body begins to tremble. She no longer has the energy to stop it. She lets everything she has been holding in out. She's too tired to hold back anymore. Soon she is sobbing. Heartfelt sobbing that would have made the most stone cold human feel bad.

Finishing her prayer in her mind, the young woman continues.

Why is this happening to me! I didn't want to be stuck in your war. I wanted to find my uncle. A simple thing really, but noooo, with my luck he's a hunter who can't hunt anymore. Why aren't you here?! Don't you see what is happening? Don't you care! Dean and Sam and all of humanity need you! Cas can't – Cas can't find you and I love him. I love him! That stupid angel and I love him, the young woman thought. She laid down on her side, resting on the pew. Curling into a ball as much as she could, the young woman whispered to God, "How could you send an angel into my life, only to have him abandon me when I need him the most?"

She did not hear the flutter of wings. She did not notice that Castiel had arrived quiet some time ago, and in time to hear her all that was said. He leaned over her, with the saddest look on his face.

The young woman looked up at Castiel through hooded eyelids. "You're not real," was all she managed to say before she closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.

"Sleep Ellery, sleep," Castiel whispered. He leaned closer and gently placed two fingers on her forehead.

Immediately the church was once again empty and silent.