Story Tile: Natures Mistake.

Disclaimer: It may kill me to say this but I, do not own the show "Supernatural" or Dean and Sam Winchester. Though I do wish I was married to Misha Collins.

Summery:

Couples In Story: Dean/Adrian | Sam/Riley | (Very, Very Slight) Castiel/Rebecca | Nathaniel/Abigail | Liam/Bethany

Chapter One: One broken heart and two bruises.

Atlanta, Georgia

Belle Castle Hospital ER

7:00 Am Present Day.

Dean and Sam Winchester sat in the local ER, Dean pressing a bandage to his wrist. His stitches got infected. All these years of stitching themselves up and he had a fucking infection. Well ain't that just shit luck. The 32 year olds green eyes flew around the room before turning to his brother, Sam. "Sam, we've been here seven God damn hours!" he hissed out. Sam just sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

At that moment two doctors rushed over to where a teenage girl was being rushed in. The female doctor in her mid thirty's paused. The male EMT rushed her inside the ER bed area. "Sixteen year old female, found inside her own home after someone made an anonymous call. At least two broken ribs, a broken ankle and maybe a fractured wrist. A few cuts and bruises on her face as well. She refuses to give us her name." he said. The blonde male doctor sighed "Her name is Abigail Rawlen. She's been here a…few times before." he said, voice thick with remembrance of her past visits.

Dean and Sam knew that look on the teenagers face. The fear in her blue green eyes, the nail biting, the way she check her mouth fucking shut; Someone was abusing this girl. From the way the male doctor spoke, they were 100 percent sure. Probably her father or a boyfriend. At that moment, Castiel appeared next to Dean. Dean gasp "Ah, God Cas!" he groaned out in a thick voice.

Castiel's face, froze like stone sighed. "Abigail Rawlen needs your help. Do whatever you two do with those fake badges and talk to her." he said, voice deeper then normal, a slight pain in the Angel's blue eyes. Castiel; pain? He couldn't feel human emotions very eh well or at all most of the time. Dean's mouth opened to talk but Castiel was gone. Dean groaned "Great, just great Sam!" he mumbled out through his soft, pink heart shaped lips.

Atlanta, Georgia

Belle Castle Hospital ER

9:00 Am Present Day.

Dean and Sam walked into the girls room. "Miss. Rawlen?" they asked. The girl nodded, her doctor standing up. "I'm Dr. Matthew Whitken. May I help you?" he asked them. Dean and Sam flashed their U.S Marshal badges. "We would like to-speak with Abigail." they said. The doctor nodded, seeing in their eyes they wanted to help this poor sixteen year old girl who someone used as a punching bag.

The doctor and nurse left the room for a few minutes. Dean did his best to not think about the burning throbbing pain in his left wrist, which he was happy was covered by his suit sleeves. Dean stood by the end of her bed "Abigail Rawlen?" they asked. She nodded "Yes?"

Sam stepped in "Abigail, if we might ask, how'd you get hurt?" he asked in a sweet voice.

The girls eyes went wide for a second "W-Why?" she asked, panicked.

Sam sighed "Because we need to know, Abigail." he said softly.

At that moment a man in his late thirty's walked in with a ditzy blonde on his arm. "Abby." he spat out, anger in his eyes. "Where the fuck have you been? The school called me, forced me to leave work. Do you have any fucking idea how pissed off I am, Abigail?" he asked.

Dean stepped in "Whoa. No need to be rude Mr.-?" he rose an blond eyebrow. The guy sighed.

"Mr. Zachary Rawlen, Abigail's father." he hissed out to Dean and Sam.

Sam walked over "And you are?" he asked the hung over woman on Zachary's left arm.

She laughed a bit "Kaylee. Kaylee Rawlen, Abigail's mother." she said.

Sam and Dean eyed Mr. Rawlens hands, which were bloody with dry, cracked red and brown blood; Probably from Abigail.

"Now, if you two boys would care to step out, I need to speak with Abigail." he said.

Dean and Sam couldn't say no so they stepped outside the light blue hospital room. A minute later Mr. Rawlen was forcing Abigail's jeans and her T-shirt into her arms. "Change-Now! We're going home young lady." he spat out at the scared to death teenage girl.

Abigail's plump bottom lip moved a bit but she walked into the bathroom and pulled the jean shorts over her good leg and casted left leg. Her arm was fine but strained pretty bad. She also had three stitches on her eyebrow about her left blue green eye. She pulled her black V neck shirt over her bare chest and slipped her sandals on. She groaned, sitting on the bed as her ankle hurt. Mr. Rawlen growled "Abigail Savannah Rawlen, get off your ass and walk to the door, now!" he yelled at the now crying teenage girl. She let out a sob "No! My ankle hurts." she cried out. Mr. Rawlen. Zachary's blue eyes went wide with anger and his tanned hand came down, slapping Abigail's right cheeks. She fell backwards onto the hospital ER bed. She let out a scream and loud sob.

Dean and Sam ran in. Dean grabbed Mr. Rawlen by his arm "Get out now before we arrest you for assault." he growled out. Sam shoved Mr. Rawlen and his wife, Kaylee out the hospital room door. Sam leaned down to graze his finger tips on Abigail's arm. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she looked up at Sam and Dean "Thank you." she mumbled out, grabbing her black leather jacket and tugged it on, wincing as she shoved her arm through the holes.

At that moment Castiel showed up and stared at Abigail. "Abigail." he said.

She titled her head to the side "Yes?" she asked softly.

Castiel didn't say anything instead he pressed on her spine halfway down and she gasp, her eyes shining a bit as angel wings appeared. Dean rose an eyebrow.

"Care to explain?" he asked.

AN: You all will soon find out what Abigail and two of her friends play a huge role in the war between heaven and hell. For chapter faster, review. If you have any ideas, please feel free to comment them to me and if I like them, I'll private you and if I use any of them you will get fill credit; Nothing less would be fair.