A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Littlemissfandom for always helping me when I have writer's block. Ava is her character, and I suggest you go read some of her fanfics. LittleMissfandom is a fabulous writer.
Sorry this took so long guys!
Israfel awoke to harsh whispers, arguing back and forth. One of the voices was obviously the elder Winchester, Dean. The other one she couldn't seem to recall very well, it was very gravelly, but some how calming and therapeutic.
"How are we supposed to trust this thing?!" Dean hissed, raising his voice to a regular level.
"I made a promise to her sister. I intend not to break this promise Dean," The other voice snapped in response. Israfel turned around quietly, peaking from behind the couch with that childish stare. The source of the second voice was a dark-haired man with eyes that seemed to pierce into her grace. Though he indeed seemed frightening, there was a certain kindness about him. Dean looked right into the man's soul-gazing eyes. The room was so quiet you could hear even the slightest increase in heartbeat. Dean playfully punched the man in the shoulder. "I guess you're right. I've always wanted to be an uncle." The hunter chuckled resignedly. He couldn't stay mad at his friend forever, but he knew this was a bad idea. He turned his head to the couch to find the child eavesdropping.
"Uh...Salutations," Israfel greeted the pair awkwardly. Dean's solemn expression turned agitated as soon as she said that.
"You were so much cooler when you were asleep," The hunter sighed and left the room in a huff. The dark-haired man turned to the choir angel and put on a soft smile.
"My name is Castiel. I spoke briefly with your sister, Avalon." He explained, walking over to her. His soft expression turned blank when the memories came flooding back.
Castiel was trudging through the woods. Bright lights streaked across the night sky, giving hope to humans, and frightening any angel who had involuntarily taken the plunge from Heaven. Since the sight of the sky bothered him, knowing it was all his fault, he kept his ocean blue eyes to the ground. He walked around for hours, aimlessly. After maybe a couple hours he came across an injured woman. Her hair was a fiery red, and her eyes a deep purple. Pools of blood surrounded the female as she screamed about not feeling her wings. Castiel ran over to her side.
"I am so sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispered to the woman. "This is all my fault. I wish I could heal you... Is there anything I could do to ease your pain?" He asked numbly. The woman nodded weakly.
"Care... for... My... fledgling." The woman murmured.
"What's it's name?"
"Is-Israfel." The woman smiled weakly, her eyes fluttering shut, and her wings were scorched onto the forest floor.
"Monsieur? Are you alright?" The girl asked worriedly, running over to him.
"Yes. Yes. I'm fine." The dark-haired man nodded slowly, entering reality once more. "Let's go get you something to eat. You don't want your vessel to go insane." He cooed, gently herding the child into the kitchen. Sam and Gabriel were sitting at the table drinking some beer, and chatting. Dean was just pulling a cold one out from the refrigerator.
"She spilled the last soda. I'm not running out to get more." The older hunter growled.
"I apologize for spilling your last carbonated beverage Mr. Winchester," Israfel stated, "It was inconsiderate of me. You may have wanted to drink it."
Dean looked at the choir angel and let out a deep sigh.
"It's alright kid. I don't drink soda that much anyway." He chuckled, patting her head awkwardly. Sam and Gabriel were muttering to each other. They seemed to be in a heated conversation, as Sam glanced back and forth at his brother, with such hatred and disgust in his eyes. Gabriel his lover in the head, hard enough so he would feel it, yet not hard enough to bruise. Castiel made a disapproving sound, for they had an impressionable, naive angel in the room.
The petite girl watched and listened to everything said by anyone. She listened to the tone and the pitch of voice, studying the meaning, and the meaning under it. Words were very sacred to her, since she had never exchanged many.
"He brought me back for the wrong reasons Gabe!" Samuel exclaimed, with violent gesticulations.
"God da*$% Samsquatch," his archangel snapped, "I would have done the same thing if I were in his shoes!"
The moose bellowed, "Then why don't you go date Dean? Huh!".
Gabriel's jaw dropped as he watched his beloved storm off, into deeper parts of the bunker. The moose's brother let out a deep and agitated sigh, for there was too much drama. Dean took a swig of his beer and mumbled, "Some one's on their man period."
Israfel looked like she wanted to say something, but she refrained. She didn't understand how someone could be on a period, for it is a little dot, or how a period could have a gender.
"Where's your friend?" Gabriel inquired, glancing at the choir angel. He really wanted to change the subject.
"What friend?" Isy responded in utter confusion.
"The tallish one, with the red hair and the green eyes."
The girl looked even more confused, and she shook her head, "I don't have a friend like that."
Dean, Castiel, and Gabriel all gave each other befuddled glances.
"Well thank you for the shelter, but I need to go find my sister." The girl vocalized, wiping dust off of her dress. Dean grabbed her wrist before she could walk away.
"There's a war out there... I ain't letting anyone else getting caught in the crossfire." The hunter mused, staring at the floor. "Now you're going to sit down, and we're going to help you find your sister..."
A/N: This chapter is super short. Yeah... But basically at the end, Dean is going to try to right the wrong of which happened to Kevin. So yeah. NEXT CHAPTER: We follow Barman into the war, into the factions. When he joins will he be killed in the process?
