AN: Hey guys! Thanks so much for the reviews! They were an amazing dose of Ego Boosters. ;) Anyway, I apologize in advance if you'll find this chapter kind of lame. But stuff from this chapter will eventually make sense in the following chapters. Just remain patient. Also, I am introducing a new character, an OC, and hopefully you guys will love him/her (I'm not giving clues so you have to read this) and said character will be in most of my stories, as much as possible. :)

So, enjoy this chapter and hopefully I'll finish this before Season 8 starts. :)

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(I have a question at the end that isn't related to my story but please do read it. Thanks! (: )

Warrior

The Guardian…

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It has been a week since the Winchester brothers arrived at Bobby's house. Castiel was still unconscious in the panic room. Sam and Bobby have been checking Castiel in the panic room every now and then within that week, waiting for him to wake up. Dean, on the other hand, has never gone inside the panic room to check on the angel except for the first day that he and his brother arrived. He was still unsure whether he'd be able to see the angel or not. He still felt mad and hurt and outright confused. He still didn't know whether he'd lash out or break down the moment he sees the angel once more; so he stayed away instead.

Neither Sam nor Bobby said anything about it. They knew how Dean felt but they still hoped the older Winchester brother would be okay one of these days. They knew how much the angel meant to the hunter. They knew Castiel was someone Dean could confide to, someone he trusted. Sam easily forgave Castiel simply because he knew that he would've done the same thing as Castiel did and it was a natural attitude of his; forgiving. Bobby, on the other hand, has forgiven Castiel as well because whether it was obvious or not, the angel has been like a son to him as well, the same way he saw the Winchester brothers as his own.

Within that week, they learned very little about the Leviathans. All they knew was that the creatures were sealed by God in Purgatory. Nothing else was learned besides that fact. Everything else that could be learned were from the Bible and said book can sometimes be more on the poetic side rather than the factual side. They have been researching on how to kill these things and still couldn't find a single damn thing. They have no idea why, but the Leviathans left them alone.

Sam's hallucinations were getting worse everyday and it was getting harder and harder for him to focus. But, for a reason not known to him, the hallucinations seemed to tone down whenever he was within a five feet range from the angel. He hasn't told Bobby or Dean about this because he wasn't really sure if it was a fact or simply a coincidence. Two more days later, Sam decided to find out if it really was because of the angel that his hallucinations were toning down.

When nightfall came, after cleaning himself and changing into more comfortable clothes, instead of going to one of Bobby's spare bedrooms, he went inside the panic room with a pillow and a thick comforter in hand. He laid the comforter down beside the bed the angel was lying on and put the pillow on top. He lied on the comforter by the bed and willed sleep to get to him. He waited for Lucifer to pop out of nowhere until he actually fell into a dreamless sleep.

When morning came, he was surprised to find out that he overslept. It was almost noon when he woke up and there wasn't any sign of Lucifer.

He took the things he bought with him the night before and walked out of the panic room. When he has reached the top of the stairs, the loud singing of Lucifer reached his ears.

"You shook me alllll night looongggg! Yeah you! Shook me all night looonnnggg!" Lucifer's voice rang out, making him cringe and grimace. Even so, he went on with his usual morning routines; brush teeth, eat, shower, read. But he did spend the rest of the day in the panic room.

After a few days of the same routine from Sam, Dean and Bobby became slightly curious. The youngest Winchester would always sleep by the angel's side and read inside the panic room.

"Sam." Dean called when the younger Winchester was about to head back down to the panic room.

"Yeah?" Sam replied and raised his eyebrows as he turned to look at his brother; a few books in his hands.

"Why are you always down there?" Dean asked and gestured to the direction of the panic room. The two older hunters stared expectantly at the younger one, waiting for his response. Sam shifted his weight one foot to another and looked everywhere but the two other men in the room. Finally, he sighed softly and looked at Bobby and Dean with soft eyes.

"Don't' think I'm crazy, alright?" he started with pleading eyes. At Dean and Bobby's nod, he continued, "Whenever I'm around Cas, Lucifer just . . . disappears. Like, he stops bothering me in my head."

The older hunters shared a glance and were quiet for a while, simply studying the youngest hunter among the three of them. When Sam was about to turn and go straight to the panic room, Dean spoke, "Are you sure it has something to do with Cas?"

Sam sighed softly and looked straight into his brother's eyes, "About ninety percent sure Dean. I've been experimenting and I just stop hallucinating whenever I'm inside the panic room. With Cas."

The older Winchester sighed softly and looked away from his brother then wet his dry lips. He looked back at his brother and opened his mouth to say something until the lights flickered, putting the hunters into full alert.

When the lights were stable once more, Sam put the books he had down and grabbed the handgun he kept with him. Bobby and Dean had their own shot guns in hand. They looked around, their sharp senses switching on. They all strained to listen for any movements whatsoever to get a clue to who—what —their intruder was. A few more moments later, the lights flickered once more, but, this time, it was accompanied by a soft crackling of electricity and soft sounds of thunder.

When the brothers met each other's eyes, Dean mouthed the angel's name. Sam, understanding what his brother was trying to say turned to walk towards the panic room to make sure the angel will be safe from any threat; because, after everything they've been through, they clearly haven't met every creature there is and the possibilities of another unknown to pop out of nowhere was highly possible.

Once Sam was a few steps away from the door to the panic room, said door slammed shut and the lights flickered once more; all three hunters raised their guns. When the light was stable once more, the soft fluttering of wings, the same sound that they hear whenever an angel arrives, was heard. And, stood in the middle, was a female—presumably eighteen to twenty—with dark hair that looked black but was clarified as a very dark shade of brown when the light hit her hair.

Said female was quite short. She must measure roughly around five feet and two to four inches. Her eyes were quite rounded and looked black in the dim light but was just a very dark shade of brown as well; just like her hair. The build of her body was quite difficult to distinguish because of the huge shirt and cargo pants she wore. The shirt's sleeves reached past her wrists and somewhere by joints of her fingers; where the palm and her fingers—from the index up to the pinky—were joined. The long-sleeved shirt was white in color while the pants were black. She was wearing black converse shoes that made it seem like military boots because the ends of the pants were trapped by the laces.

The girl had a frown and a searching look on her face. Her eyes roamed around the room, as if it was a new house she has bought and was now wondering what furniture she'll have to buy and where she would put it. She didn't even chance a glance at the hunters as her eyes roamed the room. All three of them had their guns pointed at the stranger. A few more moments of silence, Dean finally spoke in a gruff, threatening voice. "Who are you?" he raised his gun a little more to look more threatening. But when the girl looked at him, her frown deepened and her eyes narrowed as she studied him. Her head tilted to one side, almost like Castiel, and slowly walked towards the hunter and that was when Sam fired his gun.

The girl didn't even blink at the sound of a gunshot but merely raised her left hand to the level of her eyes and wave her hand a little, as if dismissing the bullet, whilst she stared at Dean. The bullet simply disappeared as the girl continued to slowly walk towards the hunter. Bobby and Dean started to shoot as well because it was clearer than anything else that the girl was a threat. But, as soon as all three of them started shooting, the girl raised her hand once more and snapped, dismissing the bullets and their guns. Sam moved on instinct and pulled out Ruby's kinife and charged for the stranger when she was only a few steps from his brother. But when he got closer, she waved a hand once more and sent Sam flying to and pinned to the wall. She waved her hand in Bobby's direction and suddenly the older hunter was gently pushed down to a chair that wasn't even there before.

Dean took a step back, now feeling panic rise in his chest. The female, though short, kept on staring at him right in the eye and looked too intimidating for someone her height. With the events that unfolded earlier, he was pretty sure that the girl was an angel. He just didn't know what the angel's would want from them now.

"Who are you?" He asked again, hoping to at least get a reaction. He can hear both Sam and Bobby struggle to get to him but they were just a mere background to the sound of his pounding heart.

When the girl had him pinned to the wall, she raised her right hand and let it rest on Dean's chest, on his heart. The hunter felt a tinge of pain from inside, as if someone was holding his heart and squeezing it lightly. His eyes widened a little as he tried to suppress a whimper. Then, the hand was gone and on his left shoulder, where Castiel's mark lies.

The girl's eyebrows, if possible, deepened even more as she stared at her hand on Dean's shoulder. Her eyes were filled with curiosity and slight awe. He felt another tinge of pain but was more bearable than the previous one.

A few moments passed, the sounds of Bobby and Sam were now muted, and the female looked up at him and said in a deep but still feminine voice, "Where is my charge?"

Dean's brows furrowed as he looked at the girl in confusion. Before he could say anything, the girl's hand slid down his arm and back to her side. Her body turned slightly away from him, her head was casted slightly downwards, as if she was straining to hear something. Dean knew it was a chance to fight but he knew he had no chance against her. A few moments later, the soft flutter of wings was heard and the girl was gone. Sam and Bobby can move again and Dean released a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Are you alright?" Sam asked as he walked towards his brother to check if he had any injuries. The older Winchester looked at his brother and nodded. It took them a while to realize that they should probably check Castiel.

The three hunters quickly ran down to the panic room; guns in hand. When they got down, the girl from a few moments ago was standing in front of the panic room, as if studying it. A few more moments passed, the girl snapped her fingers and entered the panic room without trouble. They all rushed towards the room but they were held back by something. Dean stared in horror as the girl walked towards the angel and kneeled beside him.

"Don't you fucking touch him!" Dean screamed as he stood up and tried to get inside once more. The girl didn't even chance a glance at him but just stared at the angel.

The girl put a hand on Castiel's chest, the same place her hand rested on Dean's a few moments prior. Then, she started speaking.

#1#"Credo in Deum Patrem omnipotentem, Creatorem caeli et terrae, et in Iesum Christum, Filium Eius unicum, Dominum nostrum, qui conceptus est de Spiritu Sancto, natus ex Maria Virgine, passus sub Pontio Pilato, crucifixus, mortuus, et sepultus, descendit ad inferos, tertia die resurrexit a mortuis, ascendit ad caelos, sedet ad dexteram Dei Patris omnipotentis, inde venturus est iudicare vivos et mortuos. Credo in Spiritum Sanctum, sanctam Ecclesiam catholicam, sanctorum communionem, remissionem peccatorum, carnis resurrectionem, et vitam aeternam." After she said those words, she glanced at the angel. Her hand was glowing on Castiel's chest, making Dean feel panic rise in his chest. The only thing the three hunters could do was watch the scene that was unfolding in front of them.

The girl raised her free hand and let it rest on the angel's forehead, then, she continued. #2#"Pater noster qui in caelis est huic bello a calore spiritus tui in manibus linguae. Sit oculos eius habent subruti semel possederunt et cor eius procedere solitam suam tranquillitas pellentesque. Mutuam ferunt penes implendae viribus nostris scripsisti. Postremo scientiae et sapientiae tuae possideat, ut recta via pergamus." Just then, Castiel's eyes snapped open. His eyes, nostrils, ears and mouth—basically every cavity that was seen—was releasing light; the same way that a dying angel or an angel being pushed (or pulled) out of a vessel does.

The girl's hands slid down from Castiel's body as the angel was lifted a few inches above the bed then suddenly fell back down; all the light gone and his eyes closed once more.

The girl leaned down and whispered to the angel—something Dean wouldn't have heard if he didn't try to do so, #3#"Vigilans, vectis bellator."

The angel gasped awake as his eyes snapped open. He blinked a few times to let his sight adjust. When his sight was better, he suddenly noticed the girl beside him. He stared at her wide-eyed and suddenly sat up. His eyes were filled with confusion, relief and at the same time, fright.

The girl tilted her head to one side and said, "Hello Castiel."

The angel swallowed thickly and said with a gush of wind, "Daniel."

TRANSLATION:

#1#

I believe in God, the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth. I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord, who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried; he descended to the dead. On the third day he rose again; he ascended into heaven, he is seated at the right hand of the Father, and he will come to judge the living and the dead. I believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy Christian Church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and the life everlasting.

(Basically it was the Apostles Creed because I couldn't find any other suiting Latin prayer)

#2#

Our Father in heaven, give this warrior the breath from your lips and the heat from your palms. Let his eyes have the glimmer they once possessed and let his heart proceed with its usual calm beating. Lend him our strength so he may fulfill his part in the tale you have written. Lastly, may he possess your knowledge and wisdom, so he may walk along the right path.

#3#

Awake, brave warrior.

Basically, the first one is an actual translation because as I've said, it's an actual Latin version of the prayer Apostles Creed. The 2nd and 3rd are from Google Translate which I highly doubt is the correct/actual translation. So, yeah. I'm sorry. If anybody speaks Latin fluently and stuff, please tell me and you'll be my translator and your payment will hugs, kisses, chocolate pudding and cheese sticks that I can cook really well. :D And I'm telling you I love you in advance! :3

Oh, I have a question. Does anybody here know the title of the story where Cas is an angel (well, he is, in actuality) and Dean is... Dean. A normal, living and breathing human being. Angel's were something they buy and they 'aren't really smart'. Sam bought Gabe before which made Dean turn down the idea of buying an angel himself; also, angels were expensive. Then one rainy night, while Dean was driving around, he saw Cas on the pavement, soaked in just his trench coat. Dean takes him home and eventually they hit it off, if you catch my drift. But since Dean knew Cas had an owner, they had to find who owned him. After a few weeks, I think, Zachariah claims that Cas is his angel and stuff like that. Then Dean realized Cas might've ran away from Zachariah which made him want to keep Cas and they lived happily ever after. Please tell me you know this story. I'm too lazy to look for it and I forgot to add it on my Favorite Story list but I wanted to read it again because it was just too damn adorable. Anyway. Sorry for my blabbering and thank you so much! :D

P.S. Just a stupid question. To those who kind of know me because you have read my other stories before... Have I ever cursed in a story? Except for the word 'damn', of course. Just curious. :)

Byieee! :D