A/N: Hey guys! Just wanted to say that I'm actually going to start updating this story! I know it's been like, three years, and that it needs a revamp, especially in light of the newer seasons! So, this little prologue will be actually set between seasons 9 and 10, and then into the early part of season 10. I have not watched the rest of season 10 or any of the newer episodes, but have read plenty of spoilers thanks to Tumblr and other social networking, and I'll try to incorporate that as much as possible. But for now, enjoy the chapter! Supernatural and it's characters are property of Kripke Enterprises and the CW. I do not take credit for any of the characters except my own. -Ammie.

Then:

"You're an angel."

Dean said, they were sitting in Bobby's kitchen, the lights were out except the stove light. Dean had offered her a celebratory beer as Sam and Bobby turned in for the night, and now they were talking about her. They had been evaluating the most recent hunt, and Amtiel had tagged along, as Bobby sent the boys her way. She was reluctant to help them at first, seeing that she knew the demon personally, and it affected her emotionally. She was wearing a blue blouse with puffed up sleeves that tightened around the waist, and it made her breasts look bigger. Dean bit his lip, he really hoped she couldn't see him staring at her.

"What gave it away?"

He could hear Amtiel smiling, and he smiled too. The lamplight put a soft glow around her, almost like a halo. Her blonde hair fell down to her shoulders in ringlets, and it just added to the lighting.

"Your impressive feat with that demon."

She nodded slowly, smiling a little.

"You think that was impressive? You should see me when I'm actually angry."

Dean was leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. There were four angels in the room, and they had brought him there to talk privately about disclosing the location of their youngest sister, Amtiel. They thought he would break easily, but he wasn't giving up just yet. Michael, Castiel, Raphael, and Zachariah all in the same room, and it made Dean shudder severely, and not because of the chill that was coming from the window.

"Why is she so important?"

"You'll understand in time, Dean."

Castiel was the first one to speak, and then Michael put his hand up to silence him.

"She's my female equivalent, I want her back in the garrison."

"I don't know if you've noticed, but she doesn't want anything to do with you as long as you're acting like this."

"So defensive about Amtiel, are we Dean?"

Michael quipped, and Dean glared at him.

"You have feelings for my sister, don't you Dean?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Why'd you fall?"

Dean was sitting on the hood of the Impala in Bobby's salvage yard. Amtiel was sitting next him, and they were sharing a beer and trading stories. They were staring up at the stars, and Amtiel commented on how she used to see the star cycle from heaven before she fell.

"I didn't, that's the thing."

"What do you mean?"

Dean asked, and Amtiel looked into his eyes and then looked away again. He had become her best friend, and she was slowly becoming his. Ever since the incubi hunt she had become a valuable part of Team Free Will.

"I was thrown out. Literally. Michael's jealous ex, Esther, hated that I spent so much time with my brother. So, she gave me an assignment on earth. She knew I wasn't ready for it, but she made me go anyway. I met and fell in love with Tzariel, as part of her plan."

"Lilith's son?"

"Oh, trust me, he wasn't her son when I met him, believe me."

Dean kind of chuckled at her remark, and took a deep swig of his beer.

"What happened then?"

"I was thrown out by Michael, because falling in love with a human was strictly forbidden...and then I walked in on Lilith and Tzariel."

"Well, that's something else."

"Yeah, all because of one woman."

"I've never felt as close to anyone as I feel close to you."

Amtiel screamed, and she threw her arms around Dean's neck. He had nearly died during his time in purgatory, and he wanted to go off and kill himself again!

"Whoa, Ammie, where's all this coming from?"

"You nearly died, Dean! I was scared to death that you were dead! Do you know how long it took me to search Purgatory for your dumb asses! I-I love you, Dean. I don't want you getting hurt."

Dean pulled the girl away from his chest and just stared into her eyes. They were a crystal like blue, and they were watering. Dean just gently brushed the tears away from her eyes and leaned down, inches away from her face.

"I'm more worried for you than you are for me. I worry every day that today might be your last. I don't say it very often, Ammie, but I love you. I need you."

"Dean, I'm an angel that has been alive for the last two thousand years. I don't think I'm going to die anytime soon."

Dean only nodded and moved in to kiss her.

Now:

Dean, Sam, and Amtiel had just returned to the bunker after an exhausting hunt. They threw their coats and their shoes everywhere, and they were dead tired. They had just handled a demon, who was pretty high ranking. No doubt Crowley would bring it up next encounter. Dean watched as Amtiel's hips swayed as she trudged up the stairs, and Sam nudged him softly.

"Quit staring at your girlfriend's butt and help me make dinner."

Sam protested, and Dean tore his gaze from his angel. They had been going strong for about two years now, after he had gotten out of Purgatory.

Dean's eyes began to water, due to him chopping onions for the burgers. He heard his angel come through the doorway before he even saw her, and turned around to greet her.

"Hey baby."

He grinned, and she grinned back. Dean notices she had changed her clothing, she was now wearing an olive green shirt with dark blue sweat pants. Her straw colored hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, and her blue eyes were hard to read. She went over to Dean and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his back. Smiling, Dean set the knife down and turned around to hug his girl properly. He kissed her forehead and then her lips. He had always been very respectable towards Ammie, because Ammie treated him with love and a reverence that was all her own. It was very out of character for Dean, even Sam had picked up on the way Amtiel had made his brother a better person. The two had broken the embrace and Dean went back to slicing the onions.

"Need any help with anything, Sam?"

Ammie asked politely, and Sam nodded.

"Can you start slicing the tomatoes please?"

Amtiel nodded and gathered the things she needed. She set up shop next to Dean, who kept sneaking tomatoes off her plate. She would playfully smack him and grin, stealing an onion or two, then Dean would make a comment about her onion breath. Ammie would just give sly smile and say that he would have to deal with onion breath because she dealt with his halitosis in the morning, and that it smelled as if he ate a pile of cat dung. Sam would just laugh and the three had a real bonding moment. Sam though Amtiel was a great match for his brother, and he was relieved when Dean told him that it was too serious to let go now. As the three sat at the dinner table eating away, the lighthearted mood to something more...heavy. Sam couldn't figure out exactly what it was, but it must've had something to do with the way Dean was looking at Ammie all the way through dinner, and she would turn a bright shade of pink if she caught him staring.

"What?"

She would ask him, and he would just turn away and chuckle softly.

"Nothing."

He would reply, and it finally hit Sam what Dean was doing. He was giving Ammie bedroom eyes. Sam rolled his own and decided to use his finished plate as an excuse to talk to his brother.

"Dean, can you come give me a hand on dishes?"

Sam asked, and Dean nodded and got up.

"Do you guys need help?"

Ammie asked, and Sam said

"No, we got it. But thanks for offering."

"Okay. But don't get too frisky with my boyfriend now."

She laughed, and Sam nodded and turned to Dean, who was standing there awkwardly, waiting for Ammie to leave. As soon as she left, he turned to Sam.

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

"Dean, are you ever going to ask Ammie to marry you?"

Sam asked his brother quickly, and Dean turned redder than Lucifer's horns. He put his hand to his neck and then chuckled darkly.

"Actually, I was thinking about it this morning."

Dean told his brother, and Sam smiled softly.

"That's great, Dean. I'm just worried about Ammie's future with you. She's like a sister to me, and I don't want her getting hurt by you."

Sam said firmly, and Dean nodded.

"Sam, I would never hurt Ammie. That's what I'm worried about, but she's stuck around this long."

Sam nodded and patted his shoulder softly. Dean and Sam did the dishes after their conversation, turning on the radio in the kitchen, and listening to classic rock music. It was moments like these that were rare, few, and far in between, but Dean and Sam never took them for granted. After dishes were done, Dean traveled up the stairs to his room. When he entered, Ammie was sitting on his bed, her head bent down over a novel, in her favorite pair of pajamas. Her pajamas consisted of just Dean's old AC/DC T-shirt that was a size too big for her.

"Whatcha reading, babe?"

Dean asked, going into the adjoined bathroom to brush his teeth.

"A collection of Ralph Waldo Emerson's works."

She stated, blushing. Emerson was one of her favorites, along with Poe, Hemingway, and Dickinson. Dean spit into the sink and then jumped onto the bed, causing Ammie to scream. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face into her stomach. She continued reading, but intertwined her fingers into her boyfriend's hair. Dean smirked and looked up, rolling onto his back as he did so. He stared into her eyes, a stunning shade of blue. Dean slowly sat up, and leaned in to kiss her. She gladly accepted the kiss, wrapping her arms around him. He wrapped his arms around her and gently lowered her to the pillows. Dean then began to kiss Amtiel's cheek and neck, making her shudder. He lifted his face from her neck and looked down at her, and she felt the intensity and desire flowing from him. Amtiel touched his cheek to let him know it was safe to move on. Dean smiled softly and began to remove their clothing in one swift movement. Amtiel blushed, she still wasn't used to being naked around Dean, or anyone for that matter. Dean teased her, making her comfortable with the situation before he moved any further.

"I love you."

Amtiel looked up at him and gave him a smile.

"I love you too, Dean."

A/N: Hey guys! Just wanted to let you know that I have a Supernatural Roleplay if any of you would like to join! PM me or check it out for yourselves: forum/Yet-Another-Supernatural-Roleplay/149107/

-A. 1967