Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters; neither do I seek to publish this for any monetary gain. I'm merely playing with them. ;)

Author's Note: This is my own version of Supernatural, with one new character. The story follows Odette Slessor, a normal girl pulled into the paranormal world, and Dean and Sam Winchester. There are going to be four main characters: Odette, Castiel, Dean and Sam. That's right; Castiel will be in the story from the beginning. All episodes from season one through to season seven will be featured. This is my first story, so please go easy on me. Review, review, review, please! Before I forget, I published this in Quizilla under the penname gothika7evanescence, also known as Selena.

Title borrowed from the song by The Flaming Lips

This is in third person.

CHAPTER ONE- ALL WE HAVE IS NOW

"Tell me again, angel, why are we here?" The man with the light brown hair and deep green eyes grumbled. A heavy sigh from the large Sasquatch with chocolate hair and hazel eyes only worsened his mood.

The third man, or rather angel, with the messy brown hair and blue gaze looked at him expressionlessly. "Dean, I told you we're here because of the girl, remember? And because-"

He was cut off by an irritated grunt from Dean. "So let me get this straight, you get a message from Big Ol' Daddy upstairs, which by the way, was relayed to you by another angel with freaking hedge clippers, that this case is important for all of us little humans and you especially, and the girl with 'dark hair and green glass eyes' is vital for our future?"

"Yes. That is correct." Sarcasm, as usual, flew over the angel's head. No pun intended.

"Let him know I appreciate the effort, huh Angel Boy? Real poetic, that was."

"Dean," his hazel-eyed brother hissed in warning. But it was too late.

The angel whipped his head around, slamming Dean against the wall. "You would do well to show me some respect, Dean Winchester. If I pulled you out of Hell, I can throw you back in. Let me make myself clear. You do not insult Father, and you would do well not to insult me. My name is Castiel. Use it."

"The girl is crucial," he stressed the word, "For your future, for Sam's," he jerked his head in the direction of Dean's Sasquatch-sized companion, who was vainly trying to pull Castiel off of Dean.

Castiel's eyes were fierce. "God did not give me a message. He gave me an order. Am I understood?"

Dean nodded dumbly; the angel had severed his air supply.

"Good." Castiel released Dean, who fell to the floor, gasping for breath. He threw him a dirty look as an angry Sam pulled him up.

"Fine then, Castiel," Dean sneered around his name. "There's gotta be at least a thousand girls in this snob's paradise with dark hair and green eyes. How are you gonna find the right one?"

He was answered by a calm: "I will know once I see her, Dean."

"Great," he snorted. "Angel mojo extraordinaire." Sam coughed, evidently afraid of another scuffle.

"Why don't we focus on the case, first? It's relatively easy. We can finish the thing while Castiel," he eyed the angel nervously, "finds the, um, girl."

"I am fine with this plan as well." Castiel stated gravely.

"Wonderful." Dean rolled his eyes. "Can't believe I'm freezing my butt off for a bloody salt and burn."

Sam finally cracked. "For the love of God, Dean, shut up! Can you focus on the friggin' case for five minutes and get your head out of your sorry butt? Stop pestering us, goddamn it!"

Dean blinked. Sam had bitchface #34 on, the grumble one more time and I will clock you one that never failed to amuse him.

"Whatever, Samantha. No need to get your panties in a wad."

Sam's answering growl made Dean grin. Smugly.

He clapped Sam on the shoulder. "Let's go find Wonder Girl!"