~Castiel POV~

I knew I shouldn't have left Maya in Purgatory, Castiel thought to himself as he looked around. Maya was defenseless and I left her. "Idiot," he whispered through his gritted teeth as he looked for the rift that pulled him through. He wasn't sure if Maya made it. He thought he pulled her through with him, but then again, his memory of Purgatory was getting foggy, even if he WAS an angel.

"Maya!" he called. If Maya was anywhere, she would be here. "What is it with Winchesters about not being found?" he muttered. "Maya, please answer me!" Castiel shouted.

He wandered around a little bit more, shouting her name here and there before coming to a stop. He sighed. Castiel knew he was going to need all the help he could get. Maya was powerful. That much he knew.

He didn't want her to end up in some strangers hands, especially with demons on the prowl everywhere.

Castiel started to pull out his phone to call Dean, but he figured that it was much faster to just fly by. He wanted Maya found and safe as soon as possible.

It took him a moment to get ready to fly. Purgatory had not been good to Castiel in any way possible.

~flashback~

"Son of a gun!" Castiel heard as he was fighting off a group of werewolves. He kneed one in the stomach and swung his blade as her head came down, chopping her head off clean. Castiel looked for a brief moment over his shoulder to see John Winchester fighting off three.

Castiel knocked the last one fighting him out cold before helping John. As John stabbed at the werewolf, Castiel came up behind her and held her in place so that John could take the opportunity and stab her in the stomach.

Castiel dropped the werewolf in disgust before picking up her knife and sliding it in his back pocket. "Good combat skills," said John. He pulled his blade out of the werewolf corpse's body, wiping the blood on his shirt. Castiel mumbled a thanks. "What caused the majority of them to come after you?" he asked John. It wasn't normal for that amount of werewolves to attack. They hardly had that much in packs around here.

Before John could answer, a random werewolf popped out of the trees and took a swing at Castiel, who sliced open it's stomach, but not before getting a wound on his arm.

It was then that Castiel realized he couldn't heal himself as quickly as he'd hoped. He sighed. "This place is draining my power." John seemed to be contemplating something in his head before saying, "Your name?"

~end of flashback~

As Castiel landed in Bobby's living room, he stumbled a bit. He looked up, starting with his usual "Hello Dean" before cutting short as he looked to the chair. There, sitting right there, was precious little Maya. She had been crying, he realized.

They both blinked at each other before she ran forward, clinging to his legs. "You were supposed to protect me from the monsters!" she cried to him. Castiel was in a state of shock as he looked down at her. She was alright.

He came out of his shock at the thought and picked her up, hugging her tightly. "Maya, I am so sorry," he whispered. He told her over and over that he was so sorry, muttering apologies left and right.

Bobby, who was apparently getting annoyed with this whole thing, shouted, "What the HECK is going on here?" And Castiel calmly sat down with Maya, and began to tell the story about himself, and the child born in Purgatory.

Heeey. So I don't own Supernatural... Obviously. And I only own Maya. Hope you enjoyed. I also hope this chapter was long enough. I've begun writing on my IPod, so it's a little bit smaller than what I plan out... Sorry. Until next time, this is Hanalue signing off!~