Hey! New story! I've recently gotten back into Supernatural so I figured I'd do a story. I don't really know what season this is going to be in...I guess we'll figure that out in another chapter. So yeah...this story is dedicated to my late friend Jake Silva who passed away a day or so ago. And I don't own anything related to Supernatural, I only own my OC(s)-so enjoy the story and I'll see you at the end-cupcakekiller12

The summer day was perfect.

The sun was framed perfectly in the cloudless sky as the temperature wasn't too high or low. And because the day was so wonderful, everyone was out from their caves of video games and T.V whether they wanted to be there or not.

Mostly the younger kids stayed with their parents, some of them wondered but not far, and a few strayed halfway across the part chasing a butterfly or following a dog. But one, just one, a single boy-barely 9 at the most, sat on an old swing set at the far end of the park.

The swing set sat in front of a small forest that was home to many small animals and trails. It was mainly empty besides the boy himself, but he didn't mind. He liked the silence; since he was always around people who talked so much being by himself sort of relaxed him.

He wasn't alone though, his babysitter, Miriam-or Miri in the boy's case, was on a wooden bench staring at her phone scrolling through her Twitter feed, Facebook updates, or Instagram photos. She'd look up once every few minutes to make sure he hadn't run off or gotten hurt.

Miriam wasn't worried about her charge's safety or welling being because he's only like 9 or so it's not like he's going to runway or anything.

But as the boy looked out towards the other parts of the playground, there were three people who spiked his interest. There was a man who had short dark brown hair that could almost look black if you looked at it right. The man wore a khaki colored trench coat and a black suit with a long sapphire tie. He looked human but almost seemed out of place.

The child couldn't place the feeling-was it curiosity or uneasiness? He hadn't felt it before-maybe the feeling was just misplaced. The man can't be that bad can he-he's probably just watching over his sister's or brother's kid. But the boy wasn't the quick to shake off his hunch. He looked over towards Miri and waited for her to go back to her phone.

Quickly he ran to other playground and started climbing on the forest green metal. But the boy couldn't see the trench coated man was, all of the other kids were blocking his sight of view. Where is he? The boy wondered as he climbed on top of bars and slides, it wasn't until he climbed on the side of a metal covering that he regained sight of the trench coated man.

The boy sat there for a few minutes just looking. He never uttered a word, waved, or even asked attention. He was just there to see who this man was. It wasn't until the light hit the man directly that he saw something. The trench coated man's shadow wasn't like everyone else's-it showed a clear version of him and then what looked like…wings. Very large wings,

At first it baffled the boy-uncertain what to think he first thought it was a trick of the light but that man wasn't standing anywhere near the playground. He was in a spot where no object could distort his shadow. The only reasonable explanation was-

"DYLAN," screamed a teenaged voice, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING UP THERE?"

Miri's voice startled him for a moment-just enough to make him loose balance and scare him.

"GET DOWN FROM THERE!" She ordered, "I PROMISED YOUR MOTHER THAT I'D GET YOU HOME IN ONE PIECE!"
Dylan sighed as he took one last glance at the man to memorize him and then he began his decent. He was ready to block out all or any lecturing from Miri because she always did this, whether he strayed to far, swung to high, climbed to much-she always has a reason to yell at him.

Getting down he felt her hand grab his wrist and started leading him out of the park, "Miri-"

"Don't start with me Dylan!" Miri barked as she grabbed her purse and his black and neon green Nike backpack, "I said don't wonder off and look what you did-"

"I wondered off." Dylan muttered as he took his backpack from her hand and placed it on his shoulder.

"Yes," she said, "and how many times have I told you not to wonder off?"
"A lot," he informed.

"And you could have killed yourself on that thing!" Miri pointed out, "Did you see how close you were to falling? What if you did fall? What would I have said to your mother?"
"You startled me." The boy retorted, "I would have been just fine."

"You should have been more careful!"
"I don't see why you care." Dylan wondered, "You live to see me miserable anyway."
Miri chuckled as they crossed the empty street, she didn't hate Dylan. In fact she loved him-in a sister-brother sort of way. She's been looking after him since he was a wee little baby. She was in charge of looking after him since his parents…aren't what they seem.

Dylan thought of Miri both as a snitch and an annoying person but also as an older sister. She was always there when his dad and mom wouldn't listen to him. And she always stopped him from doing stupid things-so he respected her-but he never told her that.

"But did you see him?" Dylan asked, "That strange man in the trench coat,"
"No," Miri said, "What man?"

"The man in the trench coat," Dylan repeated, "he had wings!"
The babysitter laughed, "No one at that park had wings; you idiot."

"But he did," Dylan insisted, "I saw them!"
"You must've hit your head." Miri retorted, "Because you're seeing things."
"He's an angel Miri," the dark brown haired boy stated, "I saw his wings when the sun hit him! He's an angel."

The blonde girl did believe him, she wanted to him but it was her job to make sure Dylan never got involved with the world he didn't need to know. Even though he will eventually know and have to face that world-he won't have to do it when he isn't even out of elementary school yet.

Miriam is a witch that was ordered to protect Dylan and against her better judgment she did. But of course Dylan didn't know that one day Miriam could just disappear on day out of the blue and be gone forever. Hopefully it isn't soon-but by the looks of his Sight, the days of being his friend are numbered.

"Do you even know his name?"

Dylan shrugged, "He's just a man in a trench coat Miri-I'm sorry I didn't get his life story."

When they reached his house, Dylan's parents were sitting on the porch talking to each other calmly. They held hands as they stared deeply into each other's eyes. To Dylan they seemed in love but the truth is the couple didn't exactly 'love' with each other. Both of them were soulless demons possessing human bodies and they both came here reluctantly and over time they came to like the circumstance. It was enjoyable not being hunted down by those Winchester boys and having a 'human' life. Dylan was the only they could agree on and if it were up to them-they'd never leave him or hurt him-but the monsters inside of them wouldn't let them keep up their clean record.

"Hey Dylan," his father said as he stood up, "how's it going?"
"Dylan almost killed himself on the playground to look at some guy in a trench coat." Miri stated, "I swear I look away for one second and he disappears!"
The father told Dylan to go in side but stayed with the babysitter to gain more details about this man in a trench coat.

"What 'guy in a trench coat Miriam?" He wondered.

"I don't know Diego." She retorted, "He kept insisted that the man was an angel but I didn't see any wings."

Out of anger and lack of self control the demon's eyes turned solid black as he stormed towards her, "What do you mean he saw an angel? He's not even 9!"
"Calm down Diego; we're in a public place-anyone can see you." The girl informed as she looked around nervously, "Look I know that you care about Diego but if you want to keep him-you're going to have to keep you're anger low."
Diego gritted his teeth as his eyes went back to normal, but just because his facial features didn't show his rage doesn't mean his posture hid it. Anyone could see his hand balled into fists and his chest moving up and down trying to control himself from lashing out, "Tell me you can fix this."
"I can't," Miriam informed, "his abilites are past the point of hiding. Pretty soon he'll be able to-"

"Then wipe his memory!" Diego commanded out of desperation, "I can't have the only person who doesn't look at me as a monster turn on me."
"I can't," the blonde witch repeated, "and if you aren't careful-that demon inside of you will take over."

The witch turned her back and continued walking in the other direction, "My days left here are numbered and so are you. Pretty soon we'll both either be in Hell or in the process of being killed-so I suggest you make the most of it while you still can Diego."
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Dinner was slightly tense, the demon couple had begun to loose control of their feeling…and not the good kind. All of their fury, wrath, and rage that they had locked away when they swore to protect Dylan; had begun to stir, and their 'son' could clearly see it in the way they ate their food.

Their forks and knifes were hitting the plates making loud clashing sounds as they ate. Their young eyes were filled with the inability to filter the anger and put on a smile for their scared son who was in the middle of their glaring war.

"How was your day, daddy?" Dylan wondered trying to ease the tension as he slowly ate his small side salad and half sized steak.

"Good," his father gritted through his teeth, his tone was sharp and uncontrolled.

"You ok dad?" Dylan asked as he cocked his head in a concern and worried way.

"I'm fine," he snapped back as he quickly took a bite of his steak like a wild animal.

The boy looked over towards his mother, "and you mom?"
"I-I'm fine sweetie." She replied the same way his father did. Short, rude, and hasty.

Dylan could tell she was lying but didn't voice his concern-his parents often had days like this-like they were fighting something. Maybe inner demons…oh only how ironic that would be if he knew about his parents 'condition', but hopefully he'd grow up and leave before his parents he knew about his parents.

But at the looks of it…that's more of dream then a reality.

When it came time for bed Dylan heard a lot of yelling coming from his parent's room. At some points it seemed like they were just shouting random words just to yell. It scared him to hear them yell like that-he thought they loved each other. He had never seen or heard them scream at each other. Sure they had their fights like all married couples do-but not like this-not like they were going to murder each other.

And then it all went silent…too silent. It's like when the whole lunchroom just goes quiet-and you're trying to figure out why.

What's going on? Dylan wondered as he nervously.

The door opened but there was no light illuminating behind the person. All Dylan could see was darkness, his trembling hand reached to the lamp beside him; it clicked and yellow light diffused through out the room. It was then he could see his mother with her long chocolate brown hair, delicately placed facial features, and…black soulless eyes that he didn't recognize.

"M-mommy," he stammered, "w-what's wrong with your eyes?"

A devilish smile grew on her face as she took a few steps closer, "Nothing sweetie,"

"W-w-why are t-they black?" The demon's adopted son stuttered.

"They've always been black." She informed as she encroached closer to him, "You've just been too stupid to see them."

"W-what," Dylan stuttered, "Mom-please stop this. This isn't funny! Mommy please-you're scaring me!"
The frightened boy backed himself against the light blue colored walls of his room. He didn't know what to think at that moment-all the thoughts that ran through his head was run. But his mind wasn't connecting to his body, all he could do was press his back against the cold wall and star at the woman who had raised him just turn in a blink of an eye.

"Oh but that's the point sweetie," she said as the smile seemed to be more menacing and threatening then helpful, "it's ment to scare you."
The woman's long arms swiped at be instead of hitting him, Dylan fell to the ground. He was in black flannel shirt and short khaki pants that went to his knees. His dark chocolate hair was messy and went in every direction. The boy's scared azure eyes darted around the room trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Even though the boy was young he knew when he was in danger, he knew that it was him or her but something in side him wanted stay. Something inside him wanted to help her but truly he knew that his mother was far beyond anyone's help.

Being small, quick, and nimble came at an advantage-he was easily able to escape the enclosed room that was blocked off by his black-eyed mother whom he knew was probably right on his tail.

Running downstairs he passed his father, his short auburn hair was messy and was scattered all over his face. The man was breathing hard and sweat built up on his forehead and showed dark spots of his grey t-shirt. It looked like he was trying to hold something back, but Dylan couldn't tell what.

"Dad," the son said, "something is wrong with mom!"

"I-I know son," he said as he gritted his teeth, "s-she succumbed to her demon far easier then I have." Diego took a deep breath before throwing a backpack at Dylan, "Dylan, you have to run."
"What-n-no," Dylan stammered, "we have to-to help mom and-"

"DYLAN," his father yelled, "you have to leave otherwise I'll kill you…please go."
His son stood there with the neon green and black in his arms, "I SAID GO!"

Startled by the ton his father was using he did, he put on his slip on shoes and ran. Past the rode, past the park, all the way into the dark forest; by the time he had stopped he had stopped he couldn't tell which way was back home. He didn't even know where north was-let alone south, east or west. All there was- was just trees-endless trees.

The scare boy fell to his knees and before he knew it-he was crying.

He was alone.

He was alone in the dark; his father ordered him to leave and never look back. He said he'd kill him. His mother tried to murder him-her eyes were as dark as the night-they didn't is recognize him.

What the hell just happened? What happened to my parents…what-who are they? Those questions swirled in his head repeating a never ending cycle of wonder.

"Get up," a familiar voice said.

Dylan looked up, "Who's there?"

"It's me you idiot." Miriam said as she exited the shadows, the blonde girl grabbed his arm and stood him up, "Stop crying and start walking."
"M-Miri," he wondered, "what are you-how did you-"

"I'm a witch-I have my ways." She said but those words didn't seem to reach him, "Get to the church-I'll go distract them."

"Distract who," The dark brown haired boy wondered.

"It doesn't matter," Miriam dismissed, "just remember whatever happens-what ever you hear-don't look behind you, and if you value your life-don't ever come back."
"But what about you," Dylan shouted as his babysitter, "what do I do if something happens to you?"

She gave him a reassuring smile, "Don't worry about me Dylan-I'm not important, you are. You are one of the most important people to walk this planet."
"But-"

"But nothing Dylan," Miri interrupted, "just find them. You'll know who they are as soon as you meet them."
Miri ran off again into the gloomy woods but Dylan just stood there shocked.

For a moment he wanted to see her come back laughing and calling him all of the obscenities she used to call him. But she never came back, and he was alone once again. So he ran just like he did when he ran away from home. He ran and ran and didn't look back. He wasn't sure what he heard-screams, yells, death. But Dylan did as he was told-run and don't look back.

Making it to a street he didn't even bother looking both ways-just get to the church…or at least that's what Miri-

But then the lights came out of nowhere and they hit him. It happened so fast he couldn't even say what kind of car it was. All he knew was just that…it happened and it hurt like the devil.

When the ground came into the view all he could do was lay there lifelessly as the whole world spun around him like a roller coaster. The feeling was almost like a sick high that he couldn't come down from. It helped the pain from everyone other part of his body fade as the pain in his head.

"Oh my God-Dean," A voice said as a car door slammed shut, "You hit a kid! A kid,"
"I didn't know! He just came out of nowhere!" Dean pointed out as he closed his door. The boy saw him kneel down and examine him, "Hey-you're going to be ok-ok-just stay with me."
Dylan couldn't tell what he was saying after that-Dean was just a lip moving man, and the other dark haired man behind him panicking his head off. The boy drifted in and out consciousness, first he was on the street; then in a car when he heard,

"He better not get blood on my seats."

"Oh shut up," another voice ordered.

Then it was dark again and the voices ceased once more.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

When Dylan finally started coming around he actually didn't feel so bad-sure half of his body felt like bruise and his head was currently being smashed by a sledgehammer-but slowly but surly it started to go away. Getting up was a slight task but he managed to get up.

"I'm telling you Sammy we should have put him in the hospital." Dean pointed out, "he could be bleeding out or something."

"Just one second Dean," the brother replied as he filled through a book, "that coin he was holding-where I know I've seen it before."
"What coin?" Dean wondered, "I know he has rock salt, silver bullets, even his version of the Lore…do you think that kid could have been running from a demon?"
"I was running because my dad told me to." Dylan informed.

Dean and Sam looked at him surprised, they glanced at each other. They didn't know what to say-the kid that Dean had hit at 60 miles per hour was standing without a care in the world. Last night he could barely move-let alone speak and now he's standing with a few bruises and cuts. What the hell is this kid?

"W-why did he tell you to run?" Dean wondered.

The boy shrugged, "My mom-she had black eyes-dad said he'd kill me if I had stayed."
Demons

The words rang in the Winchester boys' heads. Demons forced this kid out of home and took over his parents. The question is why his parents-and how long has he parent's been demons?
Sam stood up and went over to the kid-knowing that Dean isn't exactly good with kids.

"Hey…uh before you left-did you smell anything weird like sulfur or-"

"My house almost smells like that-mom usually bought those Febreze things to help with the odor." Dylan informed.

Dean looked around as he silently grabbed a silver knife from a table behind him, "So how long has it smelt…weird."

"For as long as I can remember," Dylan informed, "Mom and Dad's room always stank the most."
The boy chuckled as he recalled making fun of and complaining about how annoying their room smelt. Those were the good days-even though they fought a lot-it was nice to have them there. And even though they really never listened to him-it was nice to say he had mom and dad that cared for him…at least they did anyway.

Dean gave Sam the look for 'kill it'. But the boy wasn't a demon-he wasn't human…but he wasn't a being from hell either.

Slowly the boys came to control their 'situation', Sam held on to the boy while Dean came up behind Dylan to stab him in the back and send him back to where he belongs. But right before he did-Dylan knew something was up. He didn't know where to go-Sam held him in place. So he though of the place where Miriam told him to go-the church, he remembered the street sign right before he passed out.

And then-the feeling of flying soared through him.

It was like being lightning, he was going so fast and felt like he was about to explode. It was like a rollercoaster that was going a million miles per hour and the rush just made him smile. And then it was the falling-the uncertainty of where he was going to land just made him want to go faster. How long has it been? Seconds, minutes, years? It's like an eternity but going in fast forward-blurring by your eyes so quick you barely recognize it's going past you.

Then once he finally landed the dark haired man appeared beside him. The look in his matched the fear and amazement in Dylan's. Sam took his hands off of Dylan's shoulders and stumbled backwards. His mind was still trying to adjust to what just happened.

"Y-you're," he began, "y-ou're a-an angel."

"No…" Dylan replied, "the man in the trench coat is though."
"What,"

"The man in the trench coat," Dylan repeated.

"You mean me?" A deep voice wondered.

A name surfaced in the child's memory-C..Cas..Casty..Castiel! That's his name!

"Castiel," the boy said with a smile on his face, "Castiel-you're the man the trench coat!"

Hello again-I hope you enjoyed it. I had a blast writing it and I can't wait to go further with it. So comment, like, follow if you want. I'll see you guys later-and remember-stay awesome my friends-cupcakekiller12