Alice's POV

"You did what?" I could feel the anger flowing through me. "How could you do this?" I began moving towards Cas, and then everything began shaking. An earthquake. Did I do this? I need to clam down. Breathe Alice, calm yourself. There it's done. "I'm sorry. Can you explain the deal to me again?"

"To Crowley, you are a weapon that he has to have." Cas stepped forward. "He is willing to go to any length to get you, even if that means training you him self. Which is exactly what he is going to do. He will train you to control your powers and how to use most of them. No one knows what you inherited from Azazel, which makes it harder anyone to train you, but Crowley is up to the challenge. You'll train here in the bunker, under supervision."

"And I will be staying here? And Cas will still be my guardian angel?"

"Until the angels can find your original one. Do you have any memories of them?"

"Nothing, sorry." I never knew angels existed until Cas, I didn't know what was going on with me until Cas. Sam had since left and come back with the clothing and brought it to my room. "I think I'm going to go and sit in my room for a little while, if none of you mind."

Just as Cas was about to stop me Dean piped in, "No, go ahead, it's a lot to take in in one day." I walked off out of the library, down the hall to my new room. It seemed pretty average just a simple bed in the middle of the room, bare gray walls, a few dressers, and bags of clothes all over the floor. I opted out of going and resting and decided to put away the bags of clothes. The stuff that I had picked out was so nice. There were jeans, shorts, simple plaid flannels, then some simple t-shirts, a variety of things. After putting all of the clothing away, I flopped down on the gray bed. Things were so bland in this room, gray walls, gray bed, gray bed frame, just so bland and gray. I'll have to live with it, I don't think I'll be here long; I'm never in one place for too long. Things eight months ago were relaxed; I was spending my first week with my new foster family. I though this one could be the one, they already had a kid who seemed nice at the time; they had a pretty good financial standing, everything seemed right. I was ready to make a new start with this new family who had always wanted a girl. I was finally to stop bouncing from social worker to social worker. Then that night happened.

*Seven months ago

I was up in my room when Eric burst in. I was sitting there listening to some music, thinking about my parents. How they would be so proud of me today, how I wasn't the monster they expected me to become. I only had one picture of all of us together, from the day I was born.

"Still staring at that picture? God they're dead! When are you going to get over the fact that they never loved you, that they never wanted you? The fact that you are a monster. A monster so bad that your mother killed herself and your father gave you up so he didn't have to deal with you," He snatched the picture out of my hand. "Why do you even have this, you never even got to know them." He began walking out of my room, walking down the stairs, and into the living room. I followed him at a brisk pace. All the way down the stairs he began stripping the picture of its frame.

"Why do you even care? They aren't your family they were mine."

"see that's the thing, they were never your family to begin with, they look like a couple of druggies who couldn't keep their lives together. Your mother," he said pointing her out on the picture. "probably high off her ass, shot herself in your room. And your father, most likely gave you up for drugs, then ODed. And that's why we rescued you."

"You know nothing about my family." I was livid.

"But do you?" he cut me off. He had two hands on the picture, he was going to rip it. I was so angry, I could feel it in my veins.

"Alice! stop!" I heard a scream from behind me. it was Jane, my foster mother. I looked around me. The broken glass from the frame had stopped mid flight, towards Eric. I did this, I had gotten so angry, I had levitated the glass towards him. "Eric, call 911."

Jane had grabbed me, Eric handed her the phone while Eric kept me detained. "yes, my name is Jane Monroe, our foster child just tried to hurt my son. She is crazy, send every one you can." Jane sounded hysterical.

"you are never going to get out of this," Eric said. And he was right, within five minutes the police showed up and I was being shipped off to the mental asylum. No one wanted anything to do with me, my social worker handed me off to a new one. It really made me miss my old one. The one who would give me sweets whenever he stopped around, I really miss him, but just like my parents, he died too.

*present day

dreaming about my memories of my first social worker, the one who stayed with me the longest. I can remember when I was nine, he was moonlighting as a janitor at some college and I was in between homes at the time, so I was staying with him till he had time to find me a new home. I remember him telling me "it had been a busy week at the college and they need my help" and I believed him. It was about a week that I was staying with him, then he had found me a new home and stopped in from time to time. He always told me he knew how it felt to be different and he wanted me to feel like someone cared. Occasionally he would have to leave to take care of some business, but he would always bring me something back from where ever he went. Ed was always like that. That was his name, Ed Colman. He made sure that no matter how many houses I ended up in, he showed me that I was loved and cared for. The night that he died is a nightmare for me. I was 12. We were both tired, and there was a storm front moving in. We had seen an old sign a little while back for a hotel, the Elysian Fields Hotel. Ed said that we would stop there for the night, and then be back on the road by morning. We arrived to a lavish hotel, nothing like how the sign looked, everyone there had gotten caught in the storm. The man at the desk seemed nice, but Ed seemed to keep a good eye on him, like there was something up with him. Once we got to the room, Ed said that he had some business to take care of. He told me to stay in the room, don't answer the door for anyone but him, and he told me that I could watch anything I wanted to.

"By the way, happy early birthday," He said handing me a necklace. "I'll be back by tomorrow morning." Throughout the night I heard a few screams, but it was a hotel, people are crazy sometimes. I spent most of the night watching what ever was on TV, then fell asleep. I awoke the next morning to see that Ed's bed had been untouched, and the door was still locked. It was strange, Ed was always a man of his word. I decided it was safe enough for me to go look for my temporary guardian, so I left the room to search for him. I walked to the front desk and asked the man at the desk. He pointed towards the grand ballroom, saying that that's where he had last seen Ed. I found my way to the grand ballroom to see Ed lifeless on the floor, with a metal blade sticking out of his chest. I ran over to him, he was still barley alive. He was unconscious though. I saw an engravement of a name on the blade. Gabriel.

"So you're the one he was watching over. Cute little thing aren't you," a voice came from around the corner. I could hear his footsteps but there were some chairs and a table blocking my view. He finally came around the things that were blocking my view. He looked like he was sick, his skin peeling off all over him, he was covered in blood, most of which wasn't his own. He walked over a slow, scary pace, as if he was trying to build up the scare factor, which was working. I gripped the knife that was protruding from Ed. "you may not want to touch that little girl."

"I think I'll be fine," he had walked a full circle around us and was standing in front of the door. "Are you Gabriel?" he chuckled.

"No. who did he tell you he was?"

"Listen, if you just let us go, I promise I won't press charges or anything."

"See that's the problem," I was pacing in front of the door. "I can't let you go. You're the one who is going to end the apocalypse. You are the weapon that will end the great fight…"

I woke up out of my nightmare. It had been that same image for the last six years. Sure I dreamed about other stuff, but that nightmare and the nightmare from the last home always seem to make an appearance in my dream roster. If I don't pull myself out of it, it ends with me fighting him off the same way I fought off the reapers, then I run out he door while he was still stunned. Then, some police found me, shipped me off to a new social worker and a new home. I got up off from the bed and changed into a pair of pants and a t-shirt. I opened up the door to find that Gabe was there.

"So now that you're with Castiel, I don't think I will be needed as much, which will be relaxing," Gabe walked into my room, hopped up on my bed and laid down. "I think I could get used to this. Not having to worry about where you are, no offence."

"None taken, I am glad I don't have to hear you all the time. Being able to hear you can be a little annoying some times, no offence."

"Ha, none taken," I scratched the top of his head. "So, when do you start training with that Crowley guy?"

"Alice," Castiel knocked. "are you decent?"

"Right on time," I said as I opened the door. He kind of just stood in the doorway. "I am guessing you have an answer to my question?"

"Maybe. Do you mean the one about Crowley?"

"Yeah."

"Then yes. The terms say that you should start training tomorrow, and helping him with business whenever he needs you."

"Great, thanks Cas."

"Oh, and dean says that dinner is almost ready, if you're hungry."

"Tell Dean that I'll be out soon. Thanks Cas," he left the doorway and walked back down the hall. I put my hair up in a low pony and headed down the hall for dinner. Gabe had fallen asleep on my bed. He deserved to be able to sleep and relax, it had been a rough three months for him. The walk though the hallway was long but it was relaxing, it gave me a chance to think about what my life had become. It seemed that I finally have the chance at the family and the chance at the life I have dreamed of. Well, maybe not completely but I am going to take what I can get. I reached the library at the end of the hall with a smile on my face to see that dinner was set out, burgers with what looked like pretzel bread rolls. Iris was already sitting at the table with an empty seat next to her.

"hey iris," I sat down next to her. She had her mouth stuffed full with burger. "you like burgers?"

"She's already had two," Dean, I think, yelled from the kitchen.

"Iris! Really?" she gave me a nod. Sam and Cas came over to the table. Cas just sat there while Sam and I grabbed our burgers and condiments, then begun eating. Dean came back in with four more burgers and buns.

"That girl can eat," Dean motioned to Iris.

"I was very hungry, I hadn't had anything to eat all day." She stuck up for herself.

"I think it was a complement," I smiled at Iris. I tried to savor the burger, but I was so hungry and it was so good, I couldn't. "These are the best burgers I have ever had."

"These are the first burgers I have ever had," Iris said.

"You can't get better than this," Dean answered back. After dinner, we all helped to clean up after dinner, like a real family. As I was bringing the plates in, dean leaned over and whispered, "This is the first real meal we have all had together, Sam, Cas and I. It feels good to be almost like a real family." He gave a little smile.

I smiled back. Iris and I brought the dishes in, sam washed, and Cas dried. Then, after Iris and I were done bringing them in, we helped put the dishes away.

"It looks like none of these have been touched in fifty years," I commented.

"They probably haven't. We inherited this place from our grandfather," I gave him a confused look. "It's a long story."

"We've got time," I said. Dean and Sam told us their whole story; from their mother dying to well now. It seemed like they were worse off then me. They explain the whole hunting aspect of their life, which sounded eccentric.

"Maybe one day, you'll both join a hunt," dean was joking, but he earned an interesting look from Cas. Iris let out a huge yawn, then I did too. "Well, we are all tired after a day like today. Night everyone."

We all walked back to our separate rooms. Gabe was still sleeping in my room. I showered and put on some pajamas and climbed into bed. I took a few minutes to fall asleep, but after some tossing and turning, I finally did. I could see the halls of the bunker, bland gray, just like the room. I was dreaming about wandering the halls of the bunker. I kept walking, turning corners, just wandering. I felt a burning sensation at my neck. I looked down at my necklace, which was glowing blue. I kept walking, and the glowing burned brighter. I turned a corner, the necklace burning bright enough to just barely light the hallway, when I saw him.

"Ed," I could barely get it out. There he was standing in front of me. I began walking towards him. "You're… alive."

"Alice, I don't have much time, you need to listen." He sounded afraid. I stopped walking. He isn't real, I held his dead body the night he was killed by that crazy man.

"How are you alive?" he isn't, I thought. You held his dead body that night, don't trust.

"I don't have time to tell you. Just know you can't tell anyone about me. I don't want them to find me," He is lying. He is still dead,

"You're still dead, I was there when you died," I said in a much louder tone.

"Alice, you have to believe me, I am still the man you used to know."

"Never trust anyone, not even yourself. Those were your last words to me. If I shouldn't even trust myself how could I trust you when you are dead," I felt the fire in my hands, being just barely held back.

"If I was dead, could I do this?" He took out an angel blade, like I had seen on Cas, but it was slightly different. It was the same knife that Ed had coming out of his chest when he was stabbed. He lifted his sleeve, and made a small cut across his arm. He was bleeding. If he was bleeding, he was alive. I began towards him, but then he was about to say something, he got a scared look on his face as I got closer. Then, he seemed to disappear like dust in the wind.

"Ed?" as soon as I had found him, I have lost him again.

"Ed is gone for now," a voice came from behind me. I turned around to see a shorter man behind me. He had grayish brown curly hair and a gray goatee. He was wearing a brown sweater and a green button down. "I'm here though."

"Who are you? What did you do to Ed?" I was backing away from him as he tried to get closer.

"Many people call me Marv, some call me God," he said. "But my given name is Metatron. Ed, as you call him, was sent back to heaven."

"What do you want?" I was backed against a wall, Metatron had stopped moving towards me. He had taken his angel blade out.

"power." He was passing the blade between his two hands.

"I meant with me." I was holding back the fire in my hands. I needed it just incase.

"I want you. You would make a great adversary, I have seen the future. You are a very powerful demon, and under my command you could have the unlimited power of heaven too."

"No, I'm sorry, but I can't trust you. Sam and Dean have told me about you, all the bad you have done." The fire was edging out, I have no idea how much longer I can hold it.

"Sam and Dean? You are just a weapon to them. They wouldn't care about you like I would. You see I am an angel." The fire was getting harder to hold in. deep breath.

"No. I already have an angel keeping me safe."

"Fine, I'll just have to take larger measures," As soon as he disappeared, Ed reappeared but he was knelling by Metatron, with Metatron's angel blade held up to his neck. "come with me or I will kill him."

"NO!" I scream and fire came bursting out of my hands, just as an angel blade jammed into my shoulder. I screamed out in pain. Metatron grabbed Ed and disappeared, just as I heard yelling. I opened up my eyes and found myself where my dream had left me. In that moment, Dean came dashing around the corner, with Sam, Cas, Iris, and Gabe at his tail. I looked over at my shoulder, which had a metal blade sticking out of it. I sobbed.

"Sam, grab the first aid kit from my room," Dean scooped me up in his arms, pushing the others out of the way. He was running down the halls, as I was sobbing in his arms. "Don't worry Alice, you'll be fine. I know how much it hurts." He gripped me tighter as he tried to speed up.

"In here dean," Sam yelled from around the corner. We turned the corner into what I guess was Dean's room. I was set down on Dean's bed in the middle of the room. Sam asked from behind dean, "How bad is it?"

Dean stepped away from in front of me. he grabbed some gauze from the first aid kit. "Dean, I can't heal." It hurt every time my body tried to heal itself, just like with the iron.

"That's the point of the blade, you aren't meant to heal." He said handing the gauze to Sam. "Alright, I am going to count to three then this blade is coming out, okay?" I couldn't tell if he was telling that to Sam or I. "One… Two… Three!"

I screamed out in pain as the blade was ripped out of my shoulder. As soon as Dean moved away from me, Sam was right next to me holding the gauze on me. I felt the healing process beginning to start. Dean grabbed two large gauze bandages and swapped spots with Sam. The bleeding had stopped, but it was being covered just incase. "Who did this to you?" A voice piped in. Castiel.

"The blade says Gabriel," Sam piped in.

"It wasn't Gabriel," my voice was hoarse, most likely from the crying a screaming. "It was Metatron. He had Ed."

"Wait," dean was still sitting next to me. "how did Metatron get Gabriel's blade?"

"I don't know, I thought you said he was locked up."

"He still is," Cas piped in. "he is heavily guarded all day. He must have been dream walking."

"Then how did Gabriel's angel blade get suck in Alice's shoulder." The pain was beginning to disappear.

"I don't know. That is the only strange part about this," Cas said.

"Metatron had Ed," I whispered. "he was going to kill him."

"Who is Ed?" Sam asked.

"My old social worker, Ed Colman. He died the night we stopped at the Elysian Fields Hotel. The man who killed him told me I was the weapon to ending the great fight."

"What did this man look like?" dean piped in.

"He had blood all over him, the skin was peeling off his face and hands. Green shirt."

"Lucifer." Sam said, clutching a scar on his hand. "What did Ed look like?"

"Human, had a brown jacket and a dark maroon shirt. What does that have to do with it?"

"I knew that name sounded familiar," Sam said.

"What?" dean asked.

"Think back a few years ago, to mystery spot."

"God damnit. I thought he was dead."

"No," Cas piped in. "He was resurrected by Metatron."

"Who?" I asked

"Gabriel." Dean said. "Your true guardian angel."