Summary: Set in 2014 (5x04). When a twenty year old girl arrives at the camp, Castiel is assigned to look after her. As time progresses they grow closer, and in the end of times, they both need someone to hold. Please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters, 'cause they all belong to a genius called Eric Kripke *Blesses him in a shower of cookies for giving us such a wonderful series*

Pairings: Dean/Jo, Castiel/OC, Chuck/Becky.

A/N: Now there's a little more detail, please, please, pretty please review and let me know if you want me to carry on!

Someone to Hold

Chapter Two: Identity

"Who is she?" Dean asked as he looked up from the map he was studying.

"I don't know," Castiel replied, "She's still unconscious. It took me more than one command for the bastards in that tower to lower their weapons."

Shit…he sounded really pissed at that.

"She's just a young girl, and clearly, she wasn't infected. I could tell a mile off that she wasn't infected, Dean, I swear." Castiel continued, "But she was feverish, skinny and I'm talking like I-haven't-eaten-for-weeks skinny, she was pale and shivering…I don't know how long she'd been out there, Dean but she'd been alone for a long time."

"She in the infirmary?" Dean asked, earning a nod from the former angel, "Right, let's go. I got questions for her."

"Do you think that's wise? You know, just charging the poor girl with questions as soon as she wakes up?" Castiel countered, "Seriously, the girl's just been through a really big ordeal, mumbling stuff in her dazed state…I mean she couldn't even cry properly…"

Dean sighed and nodded. Damn, he hated it when the ex-angel was right.

"Fine," He growled, "But I'm making it your job to take care of her while we're here."

"No problem." Castiel retorted, folding his arms and shrugging, "I'd rather care for her than have you do it."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked, flinching a little at the glare Castiel shot him.

"You know what I mean." Castiel replied, shooting Dean one last glare before heading across to the infirmary.

The weather was mild and the rain had stopped, but the air was still damp and the smell of the rain still very much alive in the air. Castiel thought of the young girl he'd held in his arms the night before, the young girl he'd carried to the infirmary and stayed with for most of the night. She'd been so afraid, crying out in pain when Jo and Becky had tried to clean her up. Reaching the infirmary, Castiel heard a scream.

Bursting through the doors he saw the young girl sat up in bed screaming before rolling her eyes and collapsing back onto the pillows. Becky and Chuck looked horrified, as did Castiel, all looking at the young woman who now lay shivering under the sheets that had slipped down, just covering her cotton clad lower body. Jo and Becky had dressed her in a spare cotton short-sleeved nightdress, since the dress she was wearing was absolutely drenched from the downpour she'd wandered in. They were shocked as Hell when Castiel brought her in, soaked to the bone himself.

"How is she?" Castiel asked, moving towards the bed as Becky covered her back up, the girl grimacing in pain when the young woman dabbed her head with a washcloth.

"This fever's pretty strong," Becky replied, "She's been like it all night, even after you left."

Castiel nodded and sat by the girl's side, going to hold her hand. Her blue eyes opened and met Castiel's pulling her hand away and rolling over, curling under the sheets and folding in on herself.

"D-don't hurt me!" She sobbed, "Please! I-I've done nothing wrong!"

"No, no, it's alright," Castiel whispered, "We're not here to hurt you, we just want to help…"

"No more! P-please, no more! Don't hurt me!" The girl cried again, hiding under the bed sheets and sobbing loudly.

Castiel grimaced and stood up, following Becky and Chuck as they headed to the drug supply room to talk to him.

"Found this in the front pocket of her dress," Becky began, pulling a small frame, no bigger than Castiel's palm, from her own pocket.

Passing the former angel the frame, Becky and Chuck watched with sad expressions as he read the text.

Lily's Prayer

Dear Lord, protect my daughter, Lily Anne Jackson.

She is pure and bright, beautiful and intelligent, sinless, innocent and perfect. I kept her this way to save her, Lord. We kept her untainted so she would be accepted into your Holy Garden when the time comes.

Please protect and love her, O Lord, and take her into your Kingdom of Heaven into the next life.

Amen.

"They 'kept her untainted'?" Castiel asked, "What the Hell does that mean? What do you think they did to her?"

The others shook their heads.

"Sinless?"

Heads were shaken again as Castiel sighed and rubbed his forehead, passing the frame back to Becky.

"Keep that safe," he whispered, "No doubt she'll want it back."

Looking back to the sick girl, Castiel felt his chest tighten. Something had happened to this girl in her childhood that wasn't pleasant…how could you keep someone sinless?

"At least we know her name now…" He said, moving back but not before double checking on the girl they now knew as Lily, "If she wakes up don't let her know that you know her name…that'll just scare her."

Chuck and Becky nodded as Castiel left to head back to Dean.

"So she's called Lily Anne Jackson and her parents seem like religious nuts?" Dean asked, Castiel nodding in clarification.

"She woke up and just sat screaming before falling unconscious again." Castiel explained, "There's no way we can just rush in with questioning."

"Right, get yourself familiar with her." Dean said, "Spend time with her in the infirmary and let her get used to you. The fever's bound to pass in a day or two, right?"

"I suppose."

He got up to leave.

"You're going back aren't you?" Dean asked, Castiel turning and looking away, "Cas, you spent most of last night there. Get some rest. I'm sure Becky or Jo will call if she wakes okay?"

"Whatever you say, Dean." Castiel replied, heading back to his own cabin.

His mind was playing over that prayer. Sinless? Untainted? What had her parents done to her? Hopefully nothing too horrible…she didn't need to have the trauma of waking up in a strange place on top of anything she'd remember about her life before she turned up here.

How long had she been on her own for? How long had she been wandering for? What happened to her parents? How long had she been sick for? What if she had pneumonia, and it was too late?

That night, the former angel didn't sleep a wink.

-TBC-