I don't know what happened with this story but here it is. Enjoy! :)

Mary sat in her bedroom watching TV and painting her nails. She just got finished and was getting ready for bed. When she came out of the bathroom there was a man standing in her bedroom.

She jumped and let out a gasp but she realised who it was, "Castiel? What are doing here?"

Castiel had been visiting her off and on for the past 4 years or so. She can remember the first time he showed up at her house.

***She sat in her kitchen. There was a heavy breeze that blew in behind her. She turned to see a man standing in her kitchen. Before she could react he spoke.

"I am an angel of the lord," he said in a monotone voice. He held a necklace in his hand. "I am Castiel. I am not here to hurt you."

She was frozen in her chair. She stared at him for a good minute before she found her voice. "What do you want?"

"I am looking for God," he looked at the neck lace and back at her and cocked his head slightly to the side. "You are not Him."

"No, I'm not," she whispered. She was scared but at the same time she had this feeling that this so called angel wouldn't hurt her.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you," he said and was gone.

She let her breath escape her lungs.***

She now stared at this man differently. "What is Castiel? What's wrong?"

Castiel looked at her. "You are in danger Mary," he said.

He picked up a nail polish and examined it. "You need to come with me."

"Where?" She said as she began to pack some clothes.

"To the Winchesters. They can protect you," he said as he watched her get dressed.

She had heard so much about the Winchester brothers. She felt as if she knew them. She was a little excited to meet them. She grabbed her bag and stood next to Castiel.

"Ready," she said.

Castiel looked down and her. He had grown very fond of the young prophet over the years. She still didn't completely believe she was a descendant of Jesus but she was getting there.

*** "What?" she looked at Castiel over her glass of booze.

"You are.." he went to repeat what he had said but Mary interrupted him.

"No, I heard you. I just don't believe you," she downed her drink.

"But, it's the truth," he said as he watched her pour another glass.

"Yeah?" she chuckled. "Remind me to do that turning water into wine thing at my next party," she said sarcastically and downed her second drink.

So much like Dean, Cas thought to himself.***

Castiel took her hand and in a gust of wind they were in another room. Mary looked around. It looked like a study of some sort. There were a lot of books. She didn't see the Winchesters and was a little disappointed.

"They're somewhere in here," Castiel said as if he read her thoughts. "Stay here and I'll find them."

She ran her fingers along some books, reading some of the titles. She noticed one with the anti-possession symbol on it. She had the tattoo of it on her left shoulder. Castiel recommended it after she was visited by a demon named Crowley. She also had some markings on her ribs that was put there by Castiel to keep the angels from finding her. Castiel was the only one who knew where she was at.

She didn't notice a man walk into the room, "Who are you?"

She turned and knew right away who it was, "Sam," she smiled.

"Uh, yeah. Who are you? And how did you get in here?" Sam asked.

"I'm Mary. I'm a friend of Castiel's," she answered.

"Where is Cas?" He asked looking around.

"Looking for you and Dean," she answered as Cas and Dean walked into the room.

"Cas, I don't care who she is!" Dean yelled at him. He stopped when he saw Mary. He stared at her for a moment. "She can't stay here," Dean said firmly to Cas.

"But, she needs to be protected from the demons, " Cas pleaded.

"Wait," Sam was confused, "Why? Who is she?"

"I'm a descendant of Jesus," Mary answered.

Sam's bottom jaw dropped. "What?"

"Yeah I know," she laughed a little. "I said the same thing when Castiel told me."

Both men looked at Cas. "It's true. I found her when I was looking for God."

"We can't afford for her to die," Cas looked at the two men. "She must procreate," he whispered.

"Seriously dude," Sam gave Cas a crazy look.

Cas stood next to her. "She must be protected at all costs and you two are the only ones I trust."

Dean shook his head and looked at Sam. Sam gave him the whatever look. "Fine!" Dean grumbled.

Sam showed Mary to a room. "I'm here," he pointed to the door next to his. "And Deans across from ya." She smiled and stepped in her room. " Don't mind Dean, he's like that with everyone."

She smiled, "I know. I read the books."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Damn Chuck," he mumbled.

She smiled, "You know he had no choice but to write them?"

"Yeah, I just really hate those books," he said as he went to leave. "I'll show you around later," and with that he left.

She put her bag on the dresser and laid down in bed. She stared at the ceiling for what seemed like hours. She was hungry and decided to go find the kitchen. She peeked in Sam's room. There was nothing in his room. Just a bed and a dresser. She peeked in Dean's room. His room was decorated with weapons.

"What are you doing?" A raspy voice came from behind her.

She turned around to see Dean. "Looking for you or Sam." She nodded her head towards his room. "Who's your decorator? Rambo?"

Dean couldn't help but to smile. "It's frickin awesome ain't it?"

"I like that Colt," she said as she pointing the wall.

"Can you shoot it?" Dean asked.

"Can I shoot?" Mary repeated sarcastically. "Please! My daddy was a hunter," she paused, "a wild game hunter and I hunted with him."

"Let's see how good you really are," Dean grabbed a gun and they walked to the shooting range.

"Damn, does this place have everything?" Mary whistled.

"Yeah, even a demon in a dungeon," he said.

She gave him a crazy look as she grabbed the gun, aimed and shot it three times. Dean brought the target up to them. The shots were grouped together right between the eyes. She smiled sweetly up at him.

"Not bad," he said. "Jesus, huh?"

"Yep," she started to walk away.

** Weeks went by and the boys tried to close hell forever but in order to do that Sam would have to sacrifice himself and Dean wasn't having it. He managed to talk Sam out of it. Meanwhile, Metatron tricked Castiel and stole his grace to close heaven and casted all the angels out. Mary stood just outside the bunker tears falling from her eyes as the angels fell from heaven. She could feel their suffering and hear their cries. Kevin just freaked out inside the bunker and begged her to come back inside.**

Dean had returned and Kevin tried to shoot him with a crossbow and missed.

"What the hell?" Dean said as he pulled the arrow out of the railing.

"Dean, you're alive," Kevin said putting down the crossbow.

"Yeah, because you're a crappy shot...Katniss," Dean said coming down the stairs and he began to tell Kevin and Mary what had happened.

Mary watched Kevin freak out on Dean and Dean calming him down. When Kevin walked away Mary walked up to Dean

"Where's Cas?"

He looked down, "I don't know."

"What about Sam?"

Dean just looked down at the ground and walked away.

**Sam returned from the hospital and there's something different about him but Mary couldn't quite figure it out.**

Dean and Mary sat in the kitchen eating.

"Hey," Sam said as he walked in and joined the two at the table.

Mary smiled sweetly at him. "Hey, you ok? You seem," she paused and touched his arm, "broken." She whispered. She slide from her chair to Sam's lap, he was shocked and so was Dean. She laid her hand on his chest and tear escaped the corner of her eye. A light shown where her hand was and Sam's eyes turned blue.

"Hey! Hey, what are you doing?" Dean yelled as he got up. Just as he grabbed her, she collapsed.

An hour or so later she started to come too. She heard voices but couldn't make out what they were saying at first. She flickered her eyes open and saw the brothers fighting.

"What happened?" Dean yelled.

"I don't know. I remember her touching me and then I blacked out," Sam answered. Sam's eyes went blue and his tone changed. "The prophet can not stay here."

"I'm not kicking her out," Dean said in an angry tone.

"Then, I can't stay and heal Sam," Ezekiel said.

"What happened?" Mary asked as she slowly sat up.

Dean looked at Mary and back at Ezekiel. "We'll talk about this later?"

Sam gave him a funny look. "Talk about what?"

"Uh, nevermind," Dean turned his attention to Mary. "What did you do in there?" Dean asked.

"I tried to fix him," she smiled at Sam. "But something wouldn't let me. Something pushed me out." She looked at Dean and he had this look of disbelief on his face. "Don't look at me like that," she said as she got up off the couch and headed for her room. "I'll find out what it was," she said as she noticed Dean following her.

"No, leave him alone. He has enough going on and I don't need you poking around in there," he said as Mary stopped in front of her door.

She turned and looked at him, "You're hiding something."

"Just stay out of it Mary, " he growled and stormed away.

A few days went by and Dean found Castiel and brought him to the bunker. Mary was relieved that he was ok. He was human but ok.

Mary stood in front of a mirror in the bathroom. She looked at the scars that covered a lot of her body. She frowned as she ran her fingers across a few of them.

"You're still beautiful, " a voice came from behind her.

She screamed when she saw Castiel in the mirror behind. She grabbed a towel to cover herself. "Castiel!" She yelled at him. " We discussed this. Personal. Space."

"Sorry," he said as he stepped back and watched the young prophet struggle to wrap the towel around her. She was petite but muscular. She had long dark brown hair and her eyes looked like deep pools of chocolate. Her body was riddled with scars from when she was young. He frowned at the thought of anyone hurting her but they did. He would have repaid the favor but they were already dead. Lucky them he thought to himself. He suddenly had a strange feeling come over him as he looked at her half naked. He had seen her plenty of times half naked but this time it was different. He was human now and he was having human feelings. He had a sudden urge to reach out and touch her. She had her back to him and he reached out and ran his fingertips down her back.

She let out a small gasp, "Castiel, what are you doing?" She turned to face him.

"You're.. so soft," he said as continued to running his fingers up her arm and across her collarbone and down the other arm.

"Castiel," she whispered. She looked up at him. "Cas?"

"Yes," he answered his voice huskier than normal.

She took his hand and led him to her room and shut the door. She turned to face him and let go of her towel.

He watched it slide down her body and pool at her feet. She watched his eyes as they climbed back up and paused between her legs and at her breasts. She should have felt uncomfortable but she didn't. She took his hand and placed it on her breast. He let out a small moan as he felt the soft skin under his calloused hand. She let out a moan as he kneaded her breast. He felt the sudden urge to have the other in his mouth. He slowly turned her back to the bed and pushed her down. Mary leaned her head back and let a moan escape as Castiel's mouth reached her breast and he nibbled and sucked at her nipple. Before she even knew what she was doing she was reaching for the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over his head so she could feel his skin on her's. As his mouth claimed her other breast she thought to herself, 'I hope I'm not going to hell for this.'

Castiel was in the kitchen getting a drink. He chugged at a carton of orange juice as Sam and Dean walked in.

"There really is a lot to being human, isn't there?" Castiel said to Dean as he shut the fridge door.

"It ain't all just burritos and strippers, my friend," Dean said as he sat on the table eating a burrito.

"Yeah. I understand what you're saying," Castiel said.

"You do?" Sam asked.

"Yes, there's more to humanity than survival. You... look for purpose, and you must not be defeated by anger or despair. Or hedonism, for the matter."

Dean and Sam looked at each other and back at Castiel, "Where does hedonism come into it?" Dean asked.

"Well, my time with Mary was very educational," the corners of his lips turned up.

"How so?" Sam asked.

"Having sex," Castiel answered proudly.

Dean choked on his burrito, " You had sex with Mary?"

Sam smiled, "Yeah, that would be where the hedonism comes in."

Dean shoshed Sam, "Shhh. So... Did you have protection?"

Castiel gave Dean a quizzical look. "I had my angel blade."

Dean chuckled and looked at Sam who was smiling. "Oh. Oh, he had the angel blade."

"In any event, I - I do now see how difficult life can be and how well you two have led it. And I think you'll be great teachers," Castiel said to the brothers.

The brothers nodded to him. "Thanks Cas," Dean said.

"Are there any more burritos?" Castiel asked.

"Yeah," Dean said and pointed to the counter.

Dean chuckled as him and Sam walked into the library. "Our little Cas, is all grown up."

Dean didn't notice that Sam's eyes flashed blue. "Castiel cannot stay here. He will bring the angels down on all of us."

Dean realized it was Ezekiel. "No, no, he's got the Enochian tattoo. He's warded."

"He was warded when April found him, and she killed him.," Ezekiel argued.

"Yes, and you brought him back, and I thank you for that, but this is Cas, okay, who vouched for you when I didn't know you from Jack. The bunker is safe."

"Bartholomew is massing a force. We cannot stand an incursion. Castiel is in danger, and if he is here, I am in danger," Ezekiel frowned.

"Wait, you're in danger? From whom, the angels?" Dean questioned.

"If he stays, I am afraid I will have no choice but to leave," Ezekiel frowned.

"Oh, no, you can't do that. Sam's not well enough. If you leave his body...,"

"I know. I am sorry," Ezekiel looked down at the ground as Dean walked to where Castiel sat happily eating a burrito.

"Epic food. I can't get enough," Castiel smiled at Dean.

Dean gave Castiel a weak smile. "Cas, uh, can we talk?"

"Of course," Castiel smiled at Dean as he pulled out a chair for him. "Dean, you know I always appreciate our talks, our time together."

Dean gave him another weak smile and sat on the table. "Listen, buddy. Um... You can't stay."

Castiel just looked at him, confused and hurt.

Mary walked around the bunker looking for Cas, when she ran into Sam.

"Sam, have you seen Cas?" Mary asked.

"Uh, he left this morning," Sam answered as he headed for the front door.

Mary followed, "When is he coming back?"

"Um, he's not."

"What do you mean he's not?" Mary put her hand on her hip. "He's human and vulnerable."

"I know but Dean said he had to go," Sam shrugged.

"Why?"

"I don't know Dean said cas wanted to go live a normal human life," Sam as he got into a car.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"Supply run," he answered.

Mary noticed that Sam sounded different but didn't question it. She went to her room and began packing her things. She was going to go find Cas on her own.

Dean was heading into the kitchen as Kevin was heading out eating a sandwich. "Hey, Have you seen Sam?"

"He went out," Kevin said and took a big bite of his sandwich.

"Where?" Dean asked with a confused look.

"I don't know but you notice he's doing that a lot," Kevin answered in between chewing his food and walking away.

"Yeah," Dean said with a thoughtful as his phone rings.

Mary walks in as Dean is talking to Cas. She listens a little to their conversation.

"What?" Dean says with an angry look on his face. "Yep," and he hung up his phone and looked at Mary. "What do you want?" He asked obviously irritated.

"Was that Cas? Where is he?" Mary asked.

"That's for me to know," Dean said as he tried to walk away from her.

She followed close behind. "How could you throw him out after everything he's done for you? He's human and was already killed once."

"Not any more," Dean said as he walked into the library and saw Kevin sleeping on a book.

"What do you mean, not any more?" Mary questioned.

"Look he got his mojo back somehow," Dean said as he turned back to face her. "End of story M," Dean said sternly and turned back to the dozing Kevin. He nudged him, "Hey I need a spell ASAP."

Kevin sleepily raises his head, "Everybody needs a spell and it's always ASAP." He rubbed his face and looked at Dean.

"Alright listen," Dean said impatiently. "An angel can't be expelled by another human. Okay, only by the host right?" Dean paced a little.

Mary just listened in confusion.

"But, what if there's a way of powering down the angel, so that it wasn't in charged for a few seconds," Dean said.

Kevin and Mary both said in unison. "What?"

"For instance, if-if hypothetically, I want to speak with the vessel and not have the squatter listen in," Dean said.

"Why?" Kevin questioned.

Dean gave him a duh look, "Why? Kevin we have tons of possessed humans out there. And when the angels are killing each other off, the humans are taking it in the teeth." Dean paused as he looked back and forth between Mary and Kevin. "What if I want to clue the human in on what's really going on so he or she can spit the angel out. That would be a good thing, right?"

Kevin looked unsure but he agreed. "Uh...Yeah?"

"Okay," Dean said with confidence. "Hit the tablet. Let's go!"

"Now?" Kevin complained as he looked and Mary with a slight pout.

"Yesterday, Cinderella," Dean as he walked out the room.

Mary looked at Kevin and shrugged as she followed Dean out of the room.

"Dean, please!" Mary caught up with him. "Please tell me where Cas is or I'll go find him myself."

Dean quickly turned around. "You can't leave the bunker."

"Why not?" Mary crossed her arms over her chest. " I was fine before I came here."

"You have no idea what's going on out there, do you?"

"Of course I do…..war and Castiel is in the middle of it all," Mary said. "And somehow you've gotten Sam involved with it too." She paused and watched Dean's guilty face as he looked down. "I knew something wasn't right with Sam when you guys came back after the angels fell. You told us how bad it was with Sam and the next thing I know...he's back and at almost 100%," she swung her arms about. "When i tried to peek inside of him..to fix him, something wouldn't let me in. What was it?" She paused again and answered her own questioned. "An angel," she almost whispered. "You let an angel possess Sam. Who?" She demanded.

Dean just shook his head with guilt. "He was dying M," his eyes teared. "I just couldn't.."

"Who is the angel Dean?" Mary asked again firmly. She felt bad for him but she had to know who it was.

"He said his name was Ezekiel. Cas pledged for him, said he was good soldier. I had no other choice. But, Cas just told me he died in the fall," Dean tried to defend himself.

"That's why you kicked out Cas," Mary said with a sudden of realization. She looked hurt and slapped Dean across his face. "You're such a douche bag." She turned on her heels and walked away. "I'm going to go find Cas."

"M!" Dean called after her. He followed her to her room. "You can't leave. Cas is fine and with this angel war on the horizon I can't have you walking around out there."

She started to shove more things into her bag. "I'm no more safe out there then I am here."

"You leave me no choice then," Dean said he walked out of her room and began to shut the door.

Mary looked over in shock, "Dean! No!" She yelled running for the door. She reached the knob just as it shut and locked. "Dean!" She yelled and banged on the door. "Please! Dean!" She began to cry. "Don't lock me in here! Please!"

"Your safer this way kiddo," Dean said with a guilty tone. "I'm sorry," he whispered as he walked down the hallway trying to ignore her screams.

Mary sat on the floor with her back to her door, tears streaming down her cheeks. Hours had passed as she tried to open the door. She held her head in her hands. She suddenly jerked her head up remembering something. Dean had given her a gun awhile ago. He told her just in case and put in her night stand. She was up off the floor and across the room in a blink. She jerked open the nightstand and there it was. She smiled and lifted the gun and pointed it to the lock and fired. It was loud but it did the trick she was out in the hallway looking for an escape when she heard a commotion in the storage room. She runs down the hallway gun in hand, she peeks around the corner as Sam walks out. When he's out of sight she runs to the storage and sees Dean on the floor.

"Dean," says as she kneels down next to him.

Sam walks into the library and stills when he sees Kevin.

"Hey Sam," Kevin says.

Sam on continues to slowly walk towards Kevin.

"Hey, have you noticed that Dean's been a little off lately," Kevin says as he walks closer to Sam. "Between you and me, I'm a little worried about him."

"Don't worry about Dean. Dean will be fine," Sam said as he reaches out and grabs Kevin's head.

Dean and Mary round the corner as Kevin screams. They see a white light flood from Kevin's eyes.

"No!" They both scream.

"No, no, no! Kevin!" Dean screams running forward as Kevin's body hits the floor.

Mary stood frozen her hands over her face.

Sam holds his hand out and Dean slams into the wall. Mary tries to walk over to Kevin but she can't move either.

"Sam?" Dean says as he struggles and grunts in pain.

"There is no more Sam," Gadreel says. "But, I played him convincingly, right?"

"How did you…"

"I heard you talking to the prophet tonight," Gadreel said. He was packing a bag as he continued. "Alter a sigil...even the slightest bit...alter the spell." He held up his hand to show Dean the dust on his fingers. "Sorry, about Kevin but ultimately it was for the best...it had to be done." He walks over to Kevin and places a yellow card on his chest. He turns and looks and Dean with a slightly guilty look and heads for the stairs. As he climbs the stairs Dean and Mary are let loose.

Dean gasps as he looks at Kevin and his eyes are burnt out. "Kevin? Kevin?"

Mary falls to her knees crying as they hear the bunker door slam.

A tear falls from Dean's eye and he bows his head in sorrow.

Dean and Mary watch the flames of a hunter's funeral burn. Dean holds Mary close as she sobs in her hands.

In the bunker Dean stares at the floor where Kevin died. He looks over at the table with all his books lying open, a half eaten sandwich and a glass of milk sitting amongst the books. Dean picks up Kevin's phone and when it lights up it's a picture of Kevin and his mom.

Dean loses it and throws the phone as hard as he can against the wall and in almost the same motion he sends everything on the table flying to the floor. He picks up the lamp and throws it across the room just as Mary walks in. She flinches and watches Dean pick up a heavy chair and throws it against the floor.

He looked up at Mary with such anger in his eyes. She looked sad, her eyes still swollen from all the crying. She held a bag in one hand and another slung over her shoulder.

"I can't stay here anymore," she practically whispered. "I'm in danger now that Gadreel knows I'm her." She started to walk to the door, she stopped half way up the stairs. "Tell Castiel I'll pray to him when I get where I'm going to let him know I'm ok." And with that she left.

Dean looked completely distraught as he looked around the room and realized he was completely alone.