"Son of a bitch." Dean swore, as angels tumbled to Earth.
"Dean," Sam began, anxious, "I'm just going to go out on a limb here and say that we messed up. We messed up big time."
"Well I don't know what your talking about Sammy." Dean replied sarcastically, "I don't know about you but expelling all the angels from heaven was the next thing on my bucket list."
"We have to fix this." Sam said, "Maybe the men of letters have some information, anything, that could help."
"Oh yeah, I saw their manual on what to do in this situation, it was right next to their book on what to do when pigs fly!"
"Why would the men of letters have a book on such a trivial subject as flying pigs?" Asked Cas. Dean suddenly grew very pale
"If one of those falling feathered freaks hits my baby they will have bigger problems than whatever Metatron just did." He whispered before sprinting to move his car. Sam looked at Cas.
"Lets go see if there is anything we can do." Sam said, looking painfully at the brightly lit sky. He and Cas turned to follow Dean.
They entered the Men of Letters headquarters to find Dean, angry, pointing a gun at a girl who sat elegantly in her chair.
"I will ask you again. How did you get in here?" He bellowed, his finger tickling the trigger.
"Aviella?" Cas asked, perplexed. The girl began to speak.
"Castiel, what have you done?"
"You know her?" Dean asked a shocked Cas. Aviella made an attempt to get out of her chair but Dean glared at her and raised his gun higher.
"I believe this is what you would classify as an awkward moment." Cas began. "Aviella is, well, a…" he trailed off.
"Well," Dean bellowed, "what is she, how did she find us?"
"He means to say that I am a Soluk."
"A what?"
"A faded angel." She said, failing to clarify exactly what a soluk was.
"She is a demon child." Castiel sighed; the girl gave him a sharp look.
"I am the product of a demon and an angel." Aviella said quietly, "I am not quite good enough to be allowed into heaven, but too good to be let into hell."
"A demon angel baby," Dean mused, "That must have been one funky night. College?" He asked with a slight, nervous laugh.
"Angels do not go to college Dean." Cas said irritably. But Aviella understood the reference.
"Mesopotamia." She corrected. Dean nodded and slowly lowered his gun.
"Aviella, why are you here?" Cas asked, annoyed.
"I want to help you." She said simply.
"Want or need?" Cas replied coldly.
Aviella raised her eyebrows. Dean and Sam looked at each other confused.
"Aviella," Sam began carefully. "We need to discuss a few things , could you wait…"
"Somewhere else," She finished, "Very well, show me where you want me to stay." Sam led her to another room before returning to where Dean and Cas were.
"She is not a child Sam," Cas warned, "Do not treat her as such."
"Can we trust her?" Dean asked.
"Does it really matter?" Sam asked, "We've worked with monsters before. Demons, angels, vampires. If she can help us, why would we turn that down?"
"Because we've never worked with a sulke or whatever she is."
"Soluk." Cas corrected.
Sam sighed, "What do you think Cas, you seem to know her."
"Aviella is, well, I cannot accurately describe her."
"Well, try to." Dean snapped.
"She is dangerous."
"Oh, well, that's a big no-no, cuz we hate danger don't we Dean? We avoid it as much as possible." Sam said.
Dean rolled his eyes, "So your saying we should trust her."
"Not trust her, work with her."
"Fine," Dean said gruffly, "But one false move and we're locking her up in a nice crypt somewhere."
