Little Angel.
By Waitwhatseasonareweonnow?

[Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, any of its characters, themes or phrases. The following story if solely for entertainment purposes and is not for the purposes of making money. I do not claim any kind of ownership whatsoever.
-Thank you]

{Authors notes:
Hey there. I'm new to the Supernatural fandom, and to , and this is my first story.
If you are reading this, you can call me Renèe, and it is a pleasure to meet you.
I am studying at University, so hopefully my English skills are up to scratch, but if you notice any errors, than please feel free to tell me. Although please note, I do live in the UK, and therefore my spelling will be UK English and not US English. So spelling words like colour with a U is not what I would consider a spelling error. I apologise if this causes any confusion when reading.
I've never written a Fanfiction before, and as I mentioned, I am new to the Supernatural fandom, so I'm not sure how great I will be at getting the characters correct, but I shall try my hardest and I hope the story will be up to scratch for you all.
I would appreciate it if you'd leave a comment telling me what you think, and if you'd like more chapters. I have more planned out, but there's not much point continuing on with a story if it is not anybody's cup of tea. This first chapter is generally pretty serious, but I intend to add in some humour as the story goes on.
So I guess we'll just see how it goes.
Thanks for reading, please enjoy the story.}

Little Angel

Chapter one -

A small problem for the Winchesters

The sound of rain pounding against a tin roof was deafening.

It had been pouring with rain for days in Saybrook, Connecticut. Not that this was an out of the ordinary occurrence of course, although it was inconvenient. Many people had to stay indoors throughout the storms, some had to leave the grocery shopping for an extra day and make the most of the spare food left in their cupboards, others had to risk being late for work, driving slow because of the hazardous wet roads.
But for the Winchesters, the rain brought about a different set of problems.

"Can't find any traces of sulphur. If there was any it's long gone now." Sighed an exasperated Sam as he stood up from his crouching position by the splintering doorframe of the large tin bunker. "Look, whatever it is, we have no leads, no evidence, no anything Dean. Maybe…this one is just best left to the cops".

The shorter man turned his head towards his brother, throwing a squinty glare in his direction. "Look. All I'm sayin' is, six disappearances in one neighbourhood over the course of two weeks. That can't be just a coincidence". He let out a small sigh, staring at the ground Sam had previously been checking for yellow powder. "…We've checked out things for less here. C'mon just humour me kay? Call it…a hunch" he jeered, turning his head away from the other man dismissively as he took a step inside out of the rain, shinning his flashlight out into the dark bunker.

With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, Sam followed his brother into the tin building. He knew Dean had a point. It was odd for so many people to vanish over such a short period of time, and after all the times they'd been out on hunts like this, when had Deans 'hunches' ever failed them before?
But without any clue as to what this thing was, well, it wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do to just charge right in, right?

The bunker was filled with the strong aroma of wet dirt and the pounding of the rain on the tin roof was like thunder. Sam followed closely behind Dean as they both wandered through this abandoned metal building in search of what they hoped was something killable.

They'd decided that this particular creepy bunker was the most likely place they'd find their bad guy after learning from the town sheriff that apparently for years, sightings of 'monsters' had been apparent around this specific area. The boys found that this was often a good sign that whatever it was, it was right up their street.

Apart from the crashing of the harsh rain, it was silent inside. Almost peaceful. This was either a good sign, or a very very bad one. The brothers both remained in silence as they wandered through, breathing shallowly, trying to make as little noise as possible. If whatever was in here was still around, the last thing they wanted to do was alert it they were coming. The air felt tense every time they turned a corner, peering into each abandoned room, searching it thoroughly with their eyes in search of anything amiss.

"Dean".

"HOLY F…CASS!" Dean hissed loudly through his teeth as he span around on his feet to face the angel that had just appeared half an inch behind him. "What did I tell you about DOING THAT!".

"My apologies Dean." Castiel replied, the same monotone, rough voice he always spoke in as he faced the shorter man and looked him straight in the eyes. "I believe you and Sam are in danger. You need to leave the premises immediately" he stated flatly. The angel then took a small step back, noticing the un-amused glare from the man he'd snuck up on, his long coat making a quiet flapping noise against his legs as he moved. He kept the same dull expression on his cold as stone face the whole time.

"Wait wait wait…what? What's going on Cass?" Sam, suddenly spoke up. Not quite as shaken by the angels sudden appearance as his older brother. "What do you mean we're in danger?". He felt confused. Since when did their celestial companion become concerned for their safety while on demon runs? He couldn't remember it ever being an issue to him before. What could they possibly be up against?

The trenchcoated angel turned to face the taller of the two brothers. "Whatever is in this building is powerful." He grunted quietly before briefly glancing around the area. "Worryingly so. I strongly suggest you leave immediately, at least until information can be secured about the occurrence at hand".

"Wait so what? You think we can't handle whatever this is?" Dead suddenly piped up, sneering at the accusation as if he'd just been called an idiot. "Me and Sam have taken down hundreds of demons, hell thousands Cass. And who took down friggin' Lucifer? Seriously man. Have a little faith in us every now and then". He through a sarcastic smirk at the angel as he lifted his gun into sight. "We got this."

"That's not what I meant." The rugged angel gave a narrow eyed look at Dean, as if pointing out the obvious. "I just…" He trailed off into silence, suddenly looking over at the end of the hallway like a dog suddenly hearing the sound of a ball bouncing in the distance. "…it knows we are here".

"Wait what? What are we dealing with here Cass?" Sam asked gently, snapping his head in the same direction as their friend. There did not seem to be anything in visual sight at the end of this hallway, but he wasn't taking any chances. He raised his own gun up defensively as if something was about to charge and shone the torchlight down into the dark cavernous hall.

"…Wait here. Both of you." The angel asserted as he began walking in the direction of whatever it was that caught his attention.

"Wait Cass, I…" Dean began, but was cut short as the angel vanished as quickly as he appeared. "…Great." He grumbled, leaning back against the wall to wait the return of their winged companion.

"What do you think he meant? …You know, by it being 'worryingly powerful'. D'ya think we're dealing with something more than the run of the mill demons here?". Sam kept his gun pointed in the direction they were facing, not looking away for a second even as he spoke. He was concerned. He knew Cass wouldn't interrupt them on a hunt unless something big was up.

Dean did not have the time to respond to his younger brother because he was suddenly interrupted.
A loud bang shook the room.
It sounded like a bomb going off, a powerful one.
It was so loud that the floor seemed to shake at their feet.
Not seconds later black smoke seemed to creep its way from around the corner.

It didn't take Sam and Dean two seconds to think to react.

"CASS?" The older brother shouted in concern as he began to rush down the dark hallway and into the smoke. Gun out in front of him at the ready.
The smoke was strange. It looked like smoke, but at the same time, the smell faintly resembled burned marshmallows and melted rubber. It also seemed to have an almost glittery shimmer to it. This only made the brothers all the more concerned about what they were up against.

"Dean wait!" Sam cried, rushing in after his brother. He couldn't see a thing inside the smoke, and pulled his jacket over his face to try to stop himself breathing it in. "Where'd you go? We don't know what we're up against here!". The giant man put his hand against the wall to try and lead himself in the direction of the hallway as h turned the corner and entered the room. He was all for investigating and of course he was concerned for their angelic friend. But charging blindly into a room with a powerful god knows what? Well that couldn't be a smart idea.

"Cass?!" Dean called out again, filled with concern at the fact he was not getting any reply from the angel. He turned his head frantically, searching around for any sign of the celestial man. "…Sam?" He called out after a moment, realising his larger brother was not in fact right behind him anymore. He quickly began to realise how foolish it was to have run straight into this room. For all he knew it could be a trap. He couldn't see a thing.

"Dean!" Sam called back, coughing slightly as he took a mouthful of smoke while speaking.

"Ahahahahaha…ahahaha…aha!"

"…What in the hell was that?" Sam asked cautiously, praying to god that it was just his brother being a goofball in the dark. He suddenly felt a body brush against his shoulder.

"Dean… was that you?" He reached out around him, coughing again and trying to grab hold of whatever was there, completely blind from the smoke.

"No, I was kind of hoping it was you." Dean uttered as he stared at the ground, watching a long scaly tail slide it's way across the floor under the smoke.
"…we ain't alone Sammy."

"Ahahahahahaha!"

"Okay, defiantly not alone!"
Dean made a break for the door, almost tripping a couple of times because of the difficulty in sight, then launched himself out of the smoky cloud, coughing and spluttering, rubbing the burning from his eyes. "SAMMY?" he called back into the darkness.

Next thing he knew, the great big sasquatch of a man launched himself out of the room too and crashed straight into dean, knocking them both down into a pile on the cold wooden ground.

"Sam!" The older brother cried, trying to shove the guy off of him so that he could stand up. Sam coughed a few times and levered himself off of the ground. "Sorry, sorry…". Dean threw himself straight back up and held his gun pointing straight into the smoke. "COME OUT HERE AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN!".

"Dean stop! We can't fight it if we can't see it!" Sam hissed, grabbing his brothers arm to pull down the gun. "Whatever it is, we don't wanna piss it off even more".

Dean knew that Sam had a good point there. They didn't have a clue what this thing was. If he shot at it there was a chance it could go hulk or something and drag them back into the smoke.
"So what?! You got a better idea?!"

The taller man ran his hand through his hair, a conflicted expression plastered on his face. He had no idea. What if this thing wasn't a demon? What if it was a trickster or a djinn or worse,?
"…We make a break for the exit. Block off the whole building with salt and try figure out what the hell this thing is".

Dean let out a stressed sigh and hoisted his gun onto his shoulder. As much as he wanted to charge right in and kill this…thing. He knew Sam was right. "Dammit. Fine. C'mon." He growled, pulling the door shut and turning towards the direction of the entrance just as something hit him. "Wait, what the hell happened to Cass?!".

Suddenly there was the all too well known sound of the sudden thrash of wings
"I am here Dean."

There was a moment of silence.

Sam slowly turned to face his brother with a confused expression, raising a questioning eyebrow, as Dean looked back at him in a similar way before turning his head in all directions. Eyes scanning the room. That voice did not sound right. And usually those words would actually come from somewhere. He suddenly heard a small snigger from his taller brother ,turning his head questioningly towards the sasquatch like man . Sam held the back of his hand against his lips, his eyes fixed staring at something. He looked confused but at the same time Dean could see his lips tugging up into an amused smile underneath his hand.

Dean suddenly felt a small tug at the bottom of his jacket and instinctively pulled his gun down, jumping backwards and aiming the barrel directly in its face.

He was met by a pair of familiar squinty blue eyes.

"Cass…?!"

The small child looked up at him. He couldn't have been more than six. He tilted his head to one side slightly and squinted his eyes into an all too familiar look. A large beige trench coat slipped down from his tiny shoulders and he tried to hoist it back up with his small hands.
"…I think there is a problem with my vessel." He droned in his normal flat voice, although it did sound considerably younger.

Yeah. It was Cass alright.

Dean looked over at his brother, an expression of complete disbelief on his face. He was only met by yet another sceptical sounding snort of laughter by the taller man.

Suddenly their little issue was interrupted by a loud growling sound as smoke began to creep under the closed door. Both the brothers snapped their heads in the direction of the noise.

"It's coming. It's not safe." The small angel stated loudly.

Before anyone could do anything, Sam and Dean realised that they were outside the bunker once more, in the rain. Transported without warning by their celestial companion. It took them both a second to get their bearings. It was Sam that broke the silence first. "What the hell was that thing?!".

Dean looked over at his brother. He didn't have an answer to that. He didn't have an answer to anything. What the hell was going on?!
His mind was brought away from the topic though suddenly by a harsh tug on the bottom of his jacket. He looked down to see the child sized Cass still tightly gripping onto him, yet he looked pale and disorientated. His eyes were staring to close as he wobbled unsteadily on his feet.
"Woah woah woah, hey! Stay with me there Cass!" The older brother Stammered, crouching down by the child. "What's wrong? What's happening? Hey!" He cried demandingly as the celestial child blinked repeatedly, as if he was losing consciousness.

"It won't leave the bunker Dean. It's kept inside by a curse…" The young angel murmured, his voice becoming slurred and quiet.

"Wait what curse? What is that thing? Tell us what's going on Cass? What happened to you man?" Sam suddenly piped up as he kneeled down in the mud beside his brother, the same confused and concerned expression on his face.

"…So this is what it is like to feel tiredness." Was the last thing the pint sized Cass grumbled out before he dropped down from exhaustion, face first into the mud.

The Winchester brothers looked up at each other slowly, both seemed just as clueless as the other. Dean then looked back down at the small child laying face first in the wet mud, slowly becoming soaked through by the rain.

"…Dammit".