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Allons-y

It had been just before school began that the Angels had arrived. Ever since that first visit with them, Dean hadn't really interacted with them much. Just some friendly hello's and idle chit chat in the store or other places. It wasn't until mid-September that Dean really interacted with an Angel again.

He had been at school, well college, when he got the call. It was the local high school secretary calling to ask Sam Winchester's "present guardian" to come to the school. Dean had told the lady that he would get there as soon as he could.

When he finally got to the school he stalked to principle's office. He was mad and worried at the same time, Sam never got sent to the office unless something was wrong. He walked in and found himself being glared at by a lady with the name Naomi on her name plate.

"I'm Sam Winchester's guardian. Dean Winchester," Dean said trying to look busily at his phone.

"Go on in, Sam is in there," She said as she went back to pecking on her keyboard. Dean nodded and walked in.

Inside the office he found a big bully of a boy sitting against the wall, a big bruise forming on his left cheek, he was holding an already partially soaked cloth to his bloody nose. Sitting in one of the chairs was Sam holding a cloth to his jaw with one hand and an ice pack to right eye. In the other chair was the person Dean least expected to see in a principle's office, Castiel Angel. She cradled her left hand on her lap with some ice packs. She also had a pretty nasty gash on her right cheek and what looked like the starting of a bruise on left eye.

"What the hell happened?" Dean demanded. The principle looked up from his paperwork.

"Mr. Winchester I assume?"

"Dean."

"Ah, I see. You would be Sam's older brother then. Well Dean, Sam here was involved in a fight in case you couldn't tell," the Principle explained.

"Well no shit. What happened Sam?" Dean went straight to the reason he was here. As Sam was opening his mouth Castiel immediately interrupted.

"It's my fault really. Sam was just trying to help me that's all," She said quickly. Standing up, but staggering and grimacing. Sam jumped up and forced her to sit back down.

"Oh shut up you. It's not your fault," he said to her as he dabbed the cut on her cheek with his cloth.

"Then who's fault is it Sam? Delight me with you're story, because right now I'm not too happy with being called to the principles office on your account," Dean said, crossing his arms, trying to ignore the weird wave of jealousy as Sam cared for Castiel.

"Okay, so I was walking out to the school bus stop you know, like I always do. But as I was waiting I could hear some loud talking. One of the voices sounded scared. Then I realized that it sounded like Castiel, so I went to go try and help. I walk around the corner of the school and I find Castiel up against a wall. One of the weird British kids that moved here last year, and a bunch of his goons had her pinned. She looked horribly uncomfortable, and he was all up in her face. I couldn't just walk away, for all I knew they were about to rape her. So I did the only thing I could do. I went up and dragged a few of them away from her, demanding that they leave her alone. Well they didn't like that and a fight started out. I had one guy pinned to the ground and another guy was punching and kicking at me, when the teachers show up. Turns out that while I was fighting two guys, who already left here by the way, Castiel was giving Edgar there a beating. That chick can fight," Sam explained. Dean walked over to Castiel and touched her cheek near the gash, she grimaced.

"They didn't do anything to you did they?" He asked concernedly, "Cause I'll go beat the shit out of them if they did." Castiel smiled sadly at him.

"I'm fine Dean, really I could have handled them, I shouldn't have gotten Sam involved," She said quietly.

"Oh stop that, you didn't get me involved. I got myself involved, and it's not like I could just let them do whatever they were doing. Don't insult me," Sam said. Dean shook his head.

"Okay, let's get outta here, is there paperwork that needs signed?"

"No, we just wanted to let you know what happened," the principle said absentmindedly.

"Great. Cas do you need a ride?"

"Oh yes please, Micheal's at work, Luc mysteriously disappeared last night after a fight with Micheal, and I was planning on riding the school bus," She said, "Wait... Cas?"

"Yeah, new nickname for you. Castiel takes to long to say often. So now I will call you Cas," Dean explained, "Come on you two." Dean held the door for them he smiled and nodded at the principle, and they left.

As soon as Castiel saw the car she let out a squeal.

"Oh my gosh! I can't believe that I actually get to ride in the Impala. I've been ogling at this car from across the road ever since we moved here. My old Camaro has nothing on this," she said excitedly. Dean smiled at Sam as Castiel moved her hand along the hood.

"Well if you would stop petting it we could actually ride in it," Dean teased her. Sam didn't even hesitate before getting in the back seat, Dean was impressed. Castiel appeared to be biting her lip when Dean opened her door for her. Dean got into the drivers seat and looked over at Castiel. She was running her right hand along the dashboard in admiration.

"This is officially my favorite car in the world," She said, a goofy grin on her face.

"I fixed her up myself. She's a fairly high maintenance car when you have priorities like mine," Dean said proudly. Castiel looked over at him, admiration shown clearly in her eyes.

"You did a wonderful job, she's beautiful," Castiel said. Dean's grin got bigger.

"If you two are done gushing about the car maybe we can get underway," Sam said from the backseat.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

As they were driving along Dean was singing softly to the radio, but Castiel seemed all but at ease.

"What's up Cas?" Dean asked, turning the music down. Castiel bit her lip.

"Any chance that I can stay at you guys' house tonight?" She finally asked. Dean furrowed his eyebrows together.

"Well... Dad shouldn't be home tonight so I guess. The only thing is, why?"

"I don't want them to see me like this, I gotta get a story formed, gotta be ready to face them. That was my ex boyfriend who did this. Crowley is his name. If they find out that it was him who did this... Micheal will go on a murder spree. I have to formulate a story, a cover story for my physical state," Castiel explained.

"They won't ask about why you were gone all night?" Sam asked.

"Oh they will, but my cover story will cover that little aspect as well. Besides that, Dad's working again and I want to get back at Micheal for last time. He won't leave if Luc or I are not there because last time we left Anna in charge the house caught on fire," Castiel said. Dean raised an eyebrow.

"I guess you can," Dean said shrugging his shoulders, "Besides I got some stuff that'll help fix you up quicker." They finally pulled into the Winchester's driveway and into the garage. Dean quickly jumped out and went around to open the door for Castiel. When she stood up all the way she was several inches shorter then Dean. She looked up into his eyes and smiled shyly. Dean's heart fluttered.

"Thanks for doing this Dean. I really appreciate it," she said quietly.

"Any day," he replied with a warm smile as he took her school bag from her and led her into the house.

The Winchester's house was fairly nice, considering it was being run by three guys. Thanks to mostly Dean, the house was actually clean and there wasn't underwear hanging all over the place. The first room that Castiel walked into was the kitchen, Dean's second favorite room in the house. It was an impressive kitchen with beautiful oak cabinets, granite counter tops, and new appliances; but the part of the room that got the most of Castiel's attention was a two foot high, wooden carving of an angel.

"That's very beautiful Dean. Where did you get it?" Castiel asked motioning to the miniture statue. Dean scratched the back of his neck.

"Actually I made that," he said, looking at the ground his cheeks reddened modestly.

"Well you did an amazing job," She said looking back at it as they walked on. The next room that they entered was the library; here was found several more mini statues of mythical looking creatures, several gorgeous paintings with the name "Mary Winchester" gracing their bottom right corners, a huge bookshelf that covered a wall and a half, a gun rack, and on the coffee table Castiel found a pile of books with the name Sam Winchester on them. Castiel looked around, plainly showing her amazement.

"So I assume that you did the carvings. Obviously someone named Mary did they paintings. But these books..." Castiel said.

"Sam wrote them," Dean said proudly, "The top one is a book about supernatural and mythological creatures, and stories about them. The second one is all about angels. The third one is a novel about a family who hunts supernatural beings intent on ruining humanity. But the last one is a novel about and angel who fell in love with the man destined to be the archangel Micheal's vessel during the apocalypse."

"Wow, you guys like supernatural things don't you?" Castiel asked with a smile.

"Yeah, our mom was really into parapsychology and angelology and stuff like that. She was actually the one who did those paintings over there. She was very passionate about anything that was mythological or supernatural or surreal. I guess it rubbed off on Sam, Dad, and I," Dean said.

"My mom was a devote Christian. Hence the angel names. But about a year after Samandriel was born Mom got in a really bad car wreck, it killed her. After that Dad lost the only real job he'd ever had by coming into work completely drunk several times, Micheal went heartless and took control of the family, Luc went psychotic because he was always Momma's boy and for a while we weren't sure he'd ever be back to normal, Anna became an emotional wreck, Zachariah started hating everyone, Gabriel ran away and came back with Kali and some strange notion that he was the Norse god Loki- we got him quite a bit of psychiatric help- Uriel and Raphael hadn't been adopted yet, and Balthazar was too young to remember that much," Castiel told him sadly. Dean looked at his feet in silence.

"What about you?" Dean finally asked. Castiel looked at him, sadness in her normally happy, blue eyes.

"I did what needed to be done. I shut down any emotions that would cause anyone else problems, and I lived on," she said, then she gave a small snort, "If you could call that living. Micheal and I became the foundation of the family, a 17 year old boy and a 15 year old girl, making our family's miserable lives continue. Making it looked like we were still being cared for by our father, when really all he did was stay on the roof and create all the time. I continued on, drowning anything that would hinder me from taking care of my family." Dean looked at her as she stared blankly at a wall. He contemplated this girl in front of him, who now expresses emotion freely, what would she be like without all the passion behind her eyes? Castiel looked him in the eyes, "It wasn't until I met Crowley that I started thinking about myself again. He was a handsome British boy, who was willing to give me the world for just a few things in return, and I was a lonely girl who was heartbroken inside and barely knew it myself. He helped me in many ways, but he got attached and I didn't. I just didn't feel the same way about him as he did about me. It infuriated him to the point of abuse. But he also threatened my family, and I knew that he could carry out his threats, so I stayed with him and stayed quiet... by what happened today, I don't think he's over it yet." Dean shook his head.

"Do you want me to... discuss things with him?"

"No!" Castiel said urgently, "It's bad enough that Sam got hurt defending me, I'm not getting you involved too."

"Then you shouldn't have told me the whole story," Dean said with a smug grin. Castiel rolled her eyes. Suddenly Sam bounded into the room and flopped on the couch, book in hand.

"What's for supper? I'm starving," He asked as he found his spot in his book.

"How does hamburgers sound?" Dean asked, looking at Castiel. Sam gave him a thumbs up.

"Hamburgers sound fabulous, but do you guys have some painkillers or something? My wrist hurts really bad," She said. Sam promptly set his book down.

"Go get started on the burgers Dean, I'll take care of the injured Angel," He said, getting up. Something inside of Dean burns green at the thought of Sam helping Castiel, but he ignores it.

"Yeah, sure. See if we got anything for that gash on her cheek will ya?" Dean said as he walked back to the kitchen.

When Dean called them down for supper, Sam had just finished wrapping Castiel's wrist again. Castiel walked into the kitchen looking quite a bit better without the dirt and blood on her face, and it was obvious she felt better too. But her clothes were torn and had dirt and blood stains on them.

"If you're spending the night I'll have to get you some different clothes. You're gonna have to take a shower too, I can smell you from here," Dean joked. Castiel smiled at him. He stroked his chin thoughtfully, "Seriously about the clothes though. We might have some clothes still here from Sam's last girlfriend, she spent many a night here so we always kept some clothes around. She was actually about your size."

"What happened? Did she leave, or did you guys kick her out?" Castiel asked with honest interest.

"Oh, she left Sam. They're actually still friends; she comes and visits every so often," Dean answered as he absent mindedly made up his burger. Castiel started to try to make hers one handed, but finally Dean couldn't stand it.

"Oh let me make it, you just tell me what you want on it," He said, taking the plate away from her. Castiel seemed to want to argue about it. She opened her mouth to say something. Dean interuppted, "Oh shut up Cas, just let me be nice. Sam'll tell ya that it doesn't happen that often." She closed her mouth, "Now what do you want on your burger?"

"I'll eat whatever you put on it. I have never once had a hamburger that I didn't enjoy, even after letting Gabriel make me one," Castiel said. Dean smiled and started putting everything on it.

"That was the best hamburger that I have ever had," Castiel said as she sat down on the couch. Sam sat on the chair caddycorner to her. Dean smiled at her from his place on the recliner.

"Now," he said, "for the business of getting you cleaned up. Sammy, can you get some of Becky's clothes so Cas can wear something clean and in one piece?" Sam nodded and got up to go on the quest for his ex's clothes.

"I like that," Castiel said to Dean.

"Like what?"

"I like it when you call me Cas. The only nickname I've ever had was Cassie, and I hate it. But I like Cas." She smiled at Dean her blue eyes looked like they had never been sad.

"Well good, I like Cas too," Dean said with a grin. Castiel smiled shyly at her feet. The sat there in companionable silence for a while more before Sam showed up and threw a few things at Dean.

"I could only find a t-shirt and some yoga pants," He said, sitting down and picking his book back up.

"Thanks Sammy, I'll take our guest to her room," Dean said. He helped Cas up and led her towards the stairs. Behind him he could hear a soft "It's Sam" mumbled.

When Castiel came out of the bathroom adjacent with her room, she found that a nice plaid long sleeve shirt was added to the yoga pants and t-shirt. She smiled and put on the clothes. A note on her bed told her to go ahead and do whatever she wanted. The reason being something about Dean being called into work. So Castiel decided to investigate the bookshelf in her room. She saw a book by one of her favorite authors and grabbed it. An evening of reading sounded like a good idea.

"Dad, we had a guest, a guest that wasn't Becky or Ruby, and you call me out here to talk?" Dean said tiredly to his dad as he sat in the impala before an old abandoned warehouse. How cliche.

"Why was Sam in the principles office?" John Winchester asked from the passenger seat.

"He saved our guest from being raped," Dean answered, "Or something like that."

"Who?"

"Castiel Angel, one of our neighbor kids."

"Who was going to rape her, or something like that?" John asked.

"Some douche-bag ex boyfriend named Crowley, why do you care?" Dean asked, suddenly suspicious.

"No reason, just... keep an eye on Casel."

"It's Castiel, dad. Why?"

"To protect her, the Angel's... well they aren't always nice people. But the Angel's are powerful, and you want to stay on their good side without bending over backwards. I've heard of this Crowley kid, he's mafia in the making. Try not to get to horribly on his bad side. For Sam," John said. Dean almost sighed, it was always about Sam for John. That's how John could get Dean to do just about anything.

"Okay, I'll try."

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