Prologue

Crowley paces before a table, multiple more placed down the hall. At the table before him are four seats, all filled with archangels, their faces and wings hidden in shadow. The other tables are all filled with angels and demons, all immortal, ordered by status and power in their respected homes: Heaven and Hell. Crowley runs a hand through his short hair, his black leather wings twitching and his forked tail whipping back and forth as he looks at the most powerful angels ever created.

"He's gone, guys." Crowley tells them. "And I bet he's not coming back. But that is not something we need to worry about right now. Something or someone if killing off our cambions and fledglings. Keeping them safe needs to be our top priority, not finding your lost father." The angels grumble at that statement, some spreading their wings in defiance. The archangel on the far right holds up a hand, making the hall go quiet.

"We know this," he snaps, "but our Father is important to us. Also know this, Crowley: we're running out of ideas for protecting them. There is pretty much nothing." The angel shakes his head, a strand of hair falling into his face, others watching intently.

A demon from the fathers table -who has been ignoring most of the meeting- looks up from her papers. "We can hide them with our mortal children. Sure, their bodies will age faster," she stops for a moment and others turn to her, shocked, making her go on quickly, "but whatever is killing them and us off won't suspect a thing. It's a known fact that we don't interact with the little mortal kids much unless we need to make a deal of some sorts as we fight over the humans." Crowley and some others nod at that, his wings spreading in thanks as she blushes with embarrassment. He's glad that someone, especially a demon, thought of a way to protect both the angel and demon races.

The archangels turn to each other, speaking softly in Enochian, a language demons will never understand, no matter how much they tried. Crowley watches them silently, as still as any demon could be except for the twitch of his wings or tail every few seconds, not breathing. The angel that spoke before nods and stands, flashing three large white wings on his left.

"We will go on with this idea Ruby has thought of. It needs to be called of something, though, so go home, think of something." The other three stand un in union and they all disappear in a flutter of their giant wings, signaling the end of the meeting.

The others start to stand up, gathering up their things and nodding to each other, disappearing several at a time. Now Crowley stands by himself, running a hand through his hair as he shakes his head. He sighs as the hall blurs into a mess of colors before forming into a large one room cabin, one of the archangels standing before him next to the blazing fire. He's tall, hair blond, and his eyes are a light blue. His three sets of wings are a luminesce, bright white with hard-to-see specks of color.

"Father," Crowley says to him softly, "why are you here?" The angel -Lucifer, most likely- looks down to his arms, where a small angel is cradled, sleeping. And his wings... Crowley frowns and takes a step towards the two to get a closer look. Yes, his eyes aren't playing tricks on him; the fledgling's wings are as black as midnight. That's unusual. Crowley thinks to himself.

"I want you to find him a home." the angel says. "A place where he'll be safe. A group of mortal angels and demons found out about what's happening several centuries ago, so we agreed on putting cambions and fledglings in their homes. Just... just find a home of angels for him, please." Crowley nods and holds out his arms, getting an armful of limbs and wings. He smiles at the sleeping form.

"What's his name?"

"Castiel." The British demon frowns.

"To fall from God?"

writers note:

For those of you who don't know that cambion(s) means and didn't look the word up, it's demon children.

Also, I gotten this story idea from You're Not The One I Was Looking For, by Hell's Bartender on

You should read it sometime.

And I will update every month or more