Summary: The strange relationship of Dean and Castiel from the day they meet onwards. Dean/Girl!Castiel. This fic is thanks to an anonymous review! PLEASE R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. Everything, including some of the speech in this first chapter, belongs to Mr Kripke.

A/N: I may only follow certain aspects of the plot. I'm focussing on Dean and Castiel's relationship and how it grows, so some scenes are completely written from scratch. ENJOY!

Angel of Mine

-ONE-

Dean couldn't believe his eyes at first. The being that walked through that barn had so much power buzzing around them that both Dean and Bobby's hearts were beating insanely. They had no idea what they were dealing with. Pamela getting her eyes burned out was warning enough that this thing should not be messed with.

But that's when Dean saw the eyes. Bright, stunning, breathtaking blue eyes. There was something in those eyes that sent a jolt through Dean's heart. The dark hair was loosely called, hanging over the shoulders of the person moving towards him. When Dean saw the breasts, that's when it clicked. Not the tan-trenchcoat that was covering the being's body or the black Ra-Ra skirt, the white blouse, the long black and blue socks, the blue silk tie or the black pumps, but the breasts. This thing was wearing the body of a woman. A damn pretty woman at that. She managed to walk through every trap, every bullet and every spark that blew from those damn lights. She was fucking badass…and intimidating…and to burn Pamela's eyes out like that she was damn powerful too.

They gave up on the guns and Dean grabbed Ruby's knife.

"Who are you?" He asked, the woman looking him right in the eyes before speaking.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."

Her voice was…well…sexy. It was deep, but not too deep, yet smooth and calm.

"Yeah," Dean replied, "Thanks for that."

That's when he attacked her with the knife and stabbed her in the chest. Oh God, that chest! She didn't give a flying fuck that he'd just rammed a knife there and she looked down with a near smug expression on her face before looking back up into Dean's gorgeous green eyes, pulling the blade out and dropping it to the floor. Bobby went to attack but she knew and she grabbed the crowbar, spinning Bobby around and pressing two slender, beautiful fingers to the older hunter's forehead and sending him crumpling to the floor in a heap. She looked, satisfied with her work before returning her attention to Dean.

"We need to talk, Dean." She said, looking up at him, "Alone."

Dean moved to Bobby's side and checked his pulse, glaring at the girl with intensity.

"You're friends alive." She promised.

"Who are you?" Dean asked again.

"Castiel." She replied, not looking at Dean as she spoke to him which pissed him off more.

"Yeah, I figured that much," Dean snapped, "I mean what are you?"

Castiel looked up at Dean with her big blue eyes.

"I'm an Angel of the Lord."

Dean stood up and looked at her almost unconvinced.

"Get the hell outta here," He told her, "There's no such thing."

Castiel almost sighed. It took all her will not to.

"This is your problem, Dean." She said, trying not to get frustrated, "You have no faith."

She looked at him and lightning struck, two large shadows appearing on the wall behind her. Her wings unfurled and Dean watched in utter shock at what he was seeing, the light disappearing and Castiel looking at Dean with those damn eyes.

"Some angel you are," Dean huffed, "You burned out that poor woman's eyes."

"I warned her not to spy on my true form." Castiel said softly, "It can be... overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that."

Dean had a sudden realisation before asking his next question.

"You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?" Dean asked, Castiel nodding in response, "Sweetheart, next time, lower the volume."

"That was my mistake." The angel admits, "Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong."

"And what visage are you in now, huh?" Dean asked, "What, holy student of St. Trinian's?"

"This? This is... a vessel." Castiel told him, "Who happened to have been heading out to a function when I contacted her…"

"You're possessing some poor bitch?" Dean asked in disbelief.

"She's a devout woman, she actually prayed for this." Castiel explained, Dean not willing to believe what he was hearing.

What kinda woman would pray to be possessed by an angel on the way out to a party?

"Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?" Dean asked, Castiel frowning in response.

"I told you." She said in an almost innocent manner.

"Right." Dean said, moving closer to the supposed angel, "And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?"

"Good things do happen, Dean" She told him.

Damn, this woman has an answer for everything!

Sadness washed over Dean then, and he thought over his own life before growling out his response.

"Not in my experience."

The angel then tilted her head, looking to Dean for an answer to her questions.

"What's the matter?" She asked, thinking of a possible reason for Dean's lack of faith, "You don't think you deserve to be saved?"

"Why'd you do it?" Dean asked, Castiel looking into his eyes before responding.

"Because God commanded it." She told him, "Because we have work for you."

-TBC-

Now for my creativity! I always like the idea of Cas being a punky kinda girl. Anyway, from now on the plot between now and Lilith, and then from Lucifer's rise onwards will be different to Eric Kripke's. The next chapter will be up soon and reviews are greatly appreciated! xxxxx