A/N Okay so don't hate me for this because I personally hate it when writers do this but I had no choice. So I could tell this particular story properly I had to switch from first person to third person. Sorry.

Trustworthy

Sam paced up and down the dirt ground next to the impala in Bobbys Junkyard. He hated his father for this. He hated that he had to lie to Dean. Why couldn't the little girl just go home to her mother? No that wasn't fair as much of Sam wanted to be mad at the girl for being born it wasn't her fault. She hadn't asked for any of this. None of them had. He looked back into the impala where Angel was sleeping restlessly on the backseat. Her head was thrashing around like mad and fear was evident on her face he looked over to his brother who was also watching the little girl obviously debating with himself if he should wake her up or not. He eventually made a decision and opened the back door to the impala shaking the little girl awake.

Angel came tumbling out of her dream world with a little help from Dean, her breathing heavy she looked up into Deans questioning eyes,

"What?" she growled

He shrugged, "Nothin' just thought you might want to talk about something,"

"Nope. We back at Bobbys?"

"Yeah we were debating weather to wake you up or not,"

She looked up at Sam who didn't seem to really care, "Okay then. Should we go inside or are we going to sit outside all night?"

Castiel cocked his head in wonder. He had always found humans curious, especially the Winchesters. Not to mention little Angel Beck who seemed so determined to be a demon killing machine despite her size. Castiel knew better. He knew what she would become, all he had to do was keep her alive. Although he wasn't suppose to still watch over the girl she really did have a knack for getting herself into trouble especially with demons. He flew into the room where Angel had crashed after dragging herself out of Deans car and into the house. She was always tired thanks to the horrific dreams that awoke in her subconscious every time she closed her eyes. Not even an angels touch could withhold the nightmares anymore. He watched and Angel fell once again into a restless sleep and silently wished he could help her.

Dean cracked open another beer and sat down next to Sam in Bobbys study,

"What do you think she's dreaming about?" he asked Sam who had his head buried in a book,

"I don't know. Why do you care?"

"Well she might be sticking around for a while it would be nice to get to know her besides aren't you normally all for the lets be friends with everybody approach Sammy?"

"I don't trust her,"

Dean snorted, "Don't trust her she's twelve how evil could she be?"

"Dad doesn't trust her either," Sam pointed out,

"What are you talking about Dad brought her here,"

"Yeah and now refuses to be around her. Don't you find that just a little bit suspicious Dean?"

"No I don't it's Dad I trust his judgment besides he's probably just busy finding another hunt,"

"Sure believe that all you want,"

Dean shook his head, "I'm sick of having this argument with you Sam,"

"Then don't,"

"Bobby what do you think?" he asked the older hunter as he walked into the room,

"About what?" he grunted sitting down opposite to Dean,

"Angel, Sam thinks she's evil,"

"I didn't say she was evil I said I didn't trust her,"

Bobby gave them both a hard look, "I think she's a child who has had her life ripped apart by something supernatural and not long ago you two were exactly the same as her except you had more. You had your Daddy and she's got no one. So I think you two idjits should cut her some slack,"

Sam went silent before retreating back into his book. Whereas Dean just smiled,

"Thank you Bobby."

A/N 2.0 Okay still short sorry but I thought that was a good place to end it.