Okay so this is my first attempt at a songfic, so go easy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Supernatural or it's affiliates, just my OC's.

7:22 PM

"Beer, Sammy?" Dean asked, opening a cooler. The youngest Winchester nodded, opening his laptop. "Yeah. So, I'm pretty sure I got the location on the Stolas," He replied. The Stolas was a particularly nasty demon, notorious for causing bad luck.

"Great. Let's go gank the sonuvabitch." Dean said, handing Sam his beer. Sam shook his head, brown hair going everywhere. "Hold on. This guy may seem harmless, but judging from the info here, he could easily kick our asses." Sam explained. His brother let out an exasperated sigh.

"Really?"

"Yup."

"So what're we gonna do?"

"I don't know… maybe Cas could help?" Sam suggested. Dean nodded slowly, considering it. "Yeah, I'll see." And with that, he stepped out of the hotel room they were staying in.

When he got outside, he lifted his head to the sky and closed his eyes. "Uh, hey…Cas. Listen, if you're not busy or anything, we kinda need your help." Eyes still closed, he waited a few moments before opening them. Nothing. As turned to go back inside, there was a noise behind him.

Dean turned back around to see Cas standing there, looking confused. "Hello, Dean." He said, looking around the bushes surrounding the boys' room. "Hey, Cas. You…uh, looking for something?" He asked, amused by Castiel's frantic search.

"Someone, actually." The angel replied, apparently frustrated.

"Who?"

"Danielle. My younger one." Castiel said, now giving Dean his full attention. Dean's face was a mix of shock and confusion. "Whoa, hold on sec. 'Younger one' as in kid? Your kid?" He asked, eyes wide.

Exasperated, Castiel shook his head. "No, 'younger one' as in follower, apprentice, protégé. Whatever you like to call it." He said, now pulling his cellphone out his pocket. He pressed the number four speed-dial, and it began to ring. Finally, a voice answered the phone. "Where are you?" Castiel asked. There was an apparent response, so Castiel said, "They're humans, Danielle…. Yes, they know you're an angel….. I don't care if you're scared of them!" and with that, he hung up the phone and turned to Dean, who was staring at him funny.

"She'll be here momentarily."

"Danielle?" he asked, one brow raised. Castiel sighed. "Yes. She's a very gifted fledgling, if only she would go out more."

"Fledgling?"

"An angel under one thousand years old…"

"How is she gifted?"

"She has so much power, if she would only try. She's very shy." Castiel told him as they headed inside. Sam greeted the angel cheerfully. "Hi Cas." He waved. Castiel gave him a nod.

"Good news, Sammy. Cas here can help us out with the demon." Dean said, taking a sip of his now-warm beer. Sam frowned, and turned to Dean. "No need to, now. Just got a call from Bobby; he said some other hunters were already after it."

Dean shrugged. " Alright then. Cas, you wanna just hang out for a bit?" Castiel was about to reply when there was a flutter wings beside him. It was Danielle.

Dean observed her from one of the chairs in the hotel room. She didn't look to be no more than sixteen, with light blonde hair, and nervous grey eyes. She was lean, about average height, with a purple long-sleeved shirt, black vest, black slacks, and purple converse shoes. "Danielle, there you are. You know better than to be by yourself. Raphael could kill you before you took a single step." Castiel scolded. Danielle looked down in shame.

"I'm sorry, Castiel. My apologies."

Castiel sighed, turning to the guys. "Danielle, this is Sam and Dean. Sam and Dean, this is Danielle." The female angel gave them each a brief nod and looked away shyly. Confused Sam turned to Dean for explanations. "Danielle is like Cas's apprentice." He whispered. Sam furrowed his brows and then shrugged. "Okay…"

Castiel was talking quietly to his protégé, convincing her that these humans were good guys. Apparently it wasn't working. "Hey, Danielle, it's alright. It's not like we're gonna kidnap you or anything." Dean called from the chair. Danielle looked up at him, alarmed, and then vanished.

"Nice one." Sam muttered, get up from his chair and laying in one of the beds. Castiel turned to Dean, annoyed. "Jeez, what did I say?" The hunter asked, offended.

"Approximately sixty-three years ago, Danielle was captured by a group of boys who had somehow gotten a hold of holy oil. They beat her, tormented her, they… did horrible things to her." Castiel replied coldly, glaring at Dean. The older Winchester, felt guilty about what he had said earlier. Poor kid, he didn't mean to scare her. Hell, she was probably terrified of him now. "I didn't…" He began, but Castiel held up his hand, silencing him. "I'll go find her and bring her back here so you can apologize."

Dean nodded. That was probably the best thing to do. The angel vanished.

"That didn't go well…" Sam commented, looking disturbed. His brother shook his head. "Not. At. All." He replied. "God, I feel like an asshole now."

"Well, you didn't mean to say it, I bet she'll understand." Sam reasoned, trying to cheer his brother up. Dean shrugged. "I hope so."

Meanwhile…

"Danielle?" Castiel appeared on the top of the building, looking for his friend/apprentice. "Danielle are you here?" in the sky, thunderclouds roared. It was beginning to pour.

"I'm here." Danielle called out, sitting on the edge of the building. The spot where she was sitting provided an excellent view of the empire state building. It was the only thing she felt small compared to. "What're you doing up here with all these damn pigeons?" Castiel asked, waving them away from him. "I like animals better."

"Well, like it or not, you're going to have to deal with humans eventually." Castiel reasoned. Danielle sighed and looked down to the ground, three stories below her. "I know," she said. "But not today I won't. Today I'm staying right here. And with that, she folded her arms and looked at Castiel, who stared back in confusion. "Not goin' anywhere today." She said stubbornly. Castiel tilted his head. "Why not?"

She looked at him, disbelieving. "Why not? Because Castiel, I…" She paused, not wanting to explain herself. The male angel sighed and took a seat next to her.

"Danielle, it's been sixty three years-"

"It doesn't matter how long it's been!" She snapped. She nervously tugged at the bottom of her vest, pulling it down. "You never, ever get over something like that, especially after what they did." She said, unable to talk anymore due to the lump that was forming in her throat. Castiel looked down, feeling ashamed. He knew everything they did to her. Hell, he was the one that had saved her and placed her up in Heaven to cope.

"I'm sorry." He said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I shouldn't be asking you to forget something like that." He said, watching Danielle angrily wipe away a single tear with her clenched fist. "It's alright. I know that…Dean didn't mean to say that." She replied, calming down. Castiel bowed his head, getting up from the edge.

"Should we go back and try this again?" He asked earnestly.

Danielle sat there for a moment, debating. Finally, she turned around and nodded.

"Good." Castiel said, offering her his hand. Danielle stood up and took it. Her large grey eyes stared at him questioningly. She was met with his calm, reassuring blue ones. And with that, they left.

So, here's chapter one. I hope you liked it, and I hope you liked it enough to review. Thanks! :)