A/N This is my fist ever fanfic on... well, anything. Please read and I will welcome any feedback (But please don't be too mean!). I sadly do not own supernatural, or any of the characters besides my OC. Thanks!

Chapter One

Last night had been a late one for the Winchester's. The ghost of the late Mrs. Caroline Mayers had been a bit of an awkward case, and one they were very glad was over. As she had died unexpectedly, imagine her surprise when she saw her 'grieving' husband bringing back another woman only hours after her funeral. She had been a some-what chatty ghost, so they had managed to get almost every little detail used to finish her off from her own lips. Not that they were complaining.

Sam, Dean and Lily walked into the bunker, shoulders slumped, bags being dragged along the floor behind them. A mix of cuts and bruises littered the visible skin on the trio, their clothes wrinkled and dirty.

"I am so done, like, done doesn't even begin to cover it." Lily growled, running a hand through her messy waist length hair. Sam nodded in agreement, his swelling bottom lip still bleeding lightly and stopping him from speaking out.

"Come on kiddo, it's not like we haven't had worse!" Dean scoffed, patting her shoulder, but quickly backing away when she cringed in pain. He gave her a sympathetic look while Sam shuffled off to his room, waving over his shoulder.

"Look, I'm just gonna shower, then crawl into bed and die." She sighed, heading slowly towards her room. She flipped on the light to see it was just as she left it. Except for the angel perched on the end of her bed. She jumped when she saw him, her back falling flat against the wall. She hissed in pain as she hit her bad shoulder, causing the angel to jump up and wave his hands around her uselessly.

"Jesus, Cas! The hell are you doing just sitting in the dark?" She gasped, clutching a battered hand to her chest. His bright blue eyes were wide in a mix of shock and an unspoken apology. He took her bag and placed it on the desk on the other side of the room, allowing her to catch her breath, and possibly re-swallow her heart.

"I'm sorry, Lily, I didn't mean to scare you. I was just waiting to tell you the good news!" Castiel turned to her with a wide smile on his face, pride practically glowing from him.

"What is the good news then, and why couldn't it wait until tomorrow?" She demanded, hands on her hips. She loved Cas to bits, but every time he had 'good news', it was never very... good.

"I have found something..." He reached into the pocket of his worn tan trench coat, his eyes never leaving hers. After a second of fumbling, he pulled his hand out and cupped it so she could see what was inside. It was a small brown card-board box with a small demon trap sharpied on the side. Slowly, he lifted the lid to reveal a ball of pretty pissed looking smoke. It was thick and dirty looking, and very clearly a demon.

"Cas," she looked from the smoke-filled box to his proud face. "sweetie, who is that?"

He put the lid back on and handed it to her. "Guess!" He insisted, bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly. Lily just stared at him, an incredulous look frozen on her face. Really? He really wanted her to guess about something like this? This was why he came to her, she realised. He knew full well that Sam or Dean would just demand he told them, since she was regrettably more lenient.

"No, Castiel, just tell me. Who is in the box?" She said it calmly, trying to convey the importance of the situation. His smile fell, a look of confusion and hurt. Lily felt her heart prang with shame at hurting him, but this was important, not a game.

"That demon who's been making deals with people and 'cashing in early'. You know, the one from New Jersey." He quotes Dean's words from earlier, making sure that she would remember. Lily nodded, a the breath she didn't know she was holding leaving her. No-one important.

"Oh for the love of... Cas, you scared the shit out of me! I thought you'd gone and captured one of Crowley's VIP's!" She put the box on the desk next to her bag and patted Cas on the shoulder.

"So you're not angry?" He mumbled, head bowed. She shook her head and smiled. His bright grin returned. It was easy to forget sometimes that he was actually an angel, who was older than any of humanity. Sometimes he just made you want to coddle him like a young child.

"Look, I've been beaten and battered, and I honestly could not need a shower more, so either wait here, or go find one of my brothers and give them the demon, but don't follow me." She kissed him on the cheek and left for the bathroom.

One Incredibly Long Shower Later...

Lily stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. Her wide golden brown eyes scanned her body from head to toe, a small frown shaping her lips.

As was the norm for a Winchester, she had an almost perfect body. She was about 5"4, slim, but with a chest that was to say the least, impressive. Her legs were long and well-shaped, and her hips flared out from her waist. She was only lightly tanned, with hair that hung to the middle of her back in light waves of chestnut-brown and caramel highlights. Her face was heart-shaped, her cheekbones defined, with a small button nose and pouty lips. Even her teeth were perfect, creamy white and straight.

But, she was still covered in bruises and old scars. Thin white lines were scattered across her arms and legs, and one round stab wound marred the flesh of her left upper hip. It was only two years ago that she had been stabbed by a possessed woman in a diner. It had hurt like hell, and she was in the hospital for two nights, but the woman had been saved, and that was more important than one scar.

Pulling on one of her dads old tops and a pair of shorts on, she walked out of the room. Her bruises ached, and she needed her bed more than anything else. Cas wasn't in her room when she got back, but Dean was. He was leaning against the wall, next to her wardrobe.

"Dean? You okay?" She asked quietly. He didn't look too good. Sure, it was getting late, and they'd just gotten back from a hunt, but he had been alright when they got in. Now he looked pale and almost ill.

He shook his head slightly, not saying a word. It was scary. Dean always had something to say. Even in the worst moments, he could always make a snide comment, or make you feel better. Silence was always a bad sign with Dean.

"Where's Sam?" She asked quietly, worry creasing her brow. Dean shook his head and laughed, but it was a low, broken sound.

"Sammy's fine, Lil. I just got a call from St. James' hospital. You see, I was still down as Lisa and Ben's emergency contact, isn't that funny?" His voice is slightly hysterical by the last couple words, and he cuts off to take a deep breath. Lily slowly crossed the room to sit on the bed, eye's wide.

"The hospital... are they hurt?" She asked softly, not wanting to tip him over the edge he was tiptoe-ing on. He ran a hand through his hair, a thing he often did when he was upset. His bright green eyes sparkled from unshed tears, and his cheeks were turning quite pink from the effort of holding them in.

"Um, no, not really..." He finally gave up on holding back the tears. He always tried so hard to be the strong one, it was unsettling to see him so distraught. Lily waited for him to continue, but before he did, he met her gaze. The sorrow in his eyes shook her to the bone, and she felt her chest constrict and her breathing stopped.

"She's dead, Lily. She's died, and I wasn't there to save her." A sob stopped him from saying more. No matter how much time passes, or how many other women there were, there was always Lisa. But now, she was gone. Lily could feel the pain of her loss, but not because she had lost a woman she once believed would become her sister-in-law, but because Dean had lost the woman she had loved more than any other. She was beside him in seconds, holding him close like he had done for her so many times when they had lost someone. But this time, she would be the strong one, and let him fall apart. And when he was ready to be built up again, she would help him, every step of the way.

And then Dean let slip the only five words that could have changed that in any way.

"Ben's waiting for me now."