A/N: Reupload because REASONS. Thank you to Ice Roza for pointing this out to me. Make sure you keep readin' and reviewin' like you always do, my lovelies! I really want need span constructive criticism since this is my first big fanfic. Read on!

Chapter 4: Welcome to Earth

(Dean Winchester's POV)

December 16, 2015

It had been two days since Sam and Cas had come back from Heaven with Annabella. While they had been gone, I demon-proofed the room she was staying in. At first I thought about angel-proofing her room because that's who was out to get her the most, but then remembered that she was an angel and that would just be a little crazy, right? Cas had never left her side while she was asleep, and he had held her hand and calmed her down when her sleeping body became restless. In those two days she was asleep; Cas stayed by her side and held her hand or climbed into the bed with her to calm her down when she became restless. He would wrap his arms around her small form and whisper things into her ear I couldn't understand. There was something a little fishy about them… they seemed like lovers, only in the sense that Cas was so protective over her.

It was the third day when she woke up again. Cas had led her into the kitchen where Sam and I were. Her and Sam's eyes caught, and she blushed a bit and turned her head. Then she saw me. She looked scared and stepped behind Cas, holding onto his coat like a child. Castiel whispered something to her in Enochian. She timidly stepped out from behind him and looked back towards him and he nodded at her. Then she took a step towards me and looked at me with her wide, brown eyes. I could tell they were full of fear and she held out her hand for me to shake. I introduced myself by saying, "Dean. You?" I stuck my hand out and she grasped it, saying to me, "Annabella," but pulled away instantly and walked back to Cas. She looked at him and he walked her back to the room she was staying in.

A few minutes later, Cas came back out. He turned to me and said, "Annabella feels intimidated by your presence, Dean. She's afraid you may attack her because you're Michael's vessel."

"Well she shouldn't have to worry about anything; Dean said no years ago," Sam inquired.

"No. He did horrible things to her, you don't understand. I don't want to tell you; you should hear it from her," Cas said. It was nice that he was helping her. One angel to another, eh?

Sam walked out of the room with a plate of food for her, leaving Cas and I alone in the room. There was an awkward silence between us, like always. I really hope he and I don't have one of those "moments" again. They've been happening all too frequently. To break the silence, I asked Cas, "What is this 'city of angels' crap Sam was telling me about? He said that's where we're supposed to take her."

"The city of angels is a city in California. It's a translation from the Spanish phrase 'Los Angeles'," he said.

"So we're goin' on a road trip to California? Count me in!" I said excitedly.

"Yes, we should go a couple days before the twentieth, just to make sure we get there in time," Cas said.

I was about to open my mouth when I heard a laugh come from Annabella's room. I looked at Cas and he and I walked curiously to her room where she and Sam were sitting on the bed talking. They looked at us and when she saw me, she grabbed her scythe from beside her bed and held it tightly.

"Sam! Get the vessel out of my sight, he's dangerous to me. He could hurt me, Sam," Annabella said in a scared voice, her lower lip quivering.

"Annabella, it's ok, he'd never hurt you. He said no to Michael years ago," Sam said to her. He put his hand on her shoulder to console her. She dropped the scythe and curled into his arms; he wrapped his arms around her and whispered something consoling in her ears. She pulled away from him and she stared deep into my eyes, her lip quivering, and her eyeliner a mess. When she looked at me, I could almost feel the pain she felt from Michael. Cas walked over to her and said, "Annabella, don't use your powers. It'll be easier for the angels and demons to track us." He turned to me and said, "You should probably go. It'll be easier," and I walked away, feeling crushed.

(Sam Winchester POV)

Dean had walked out of the room in a huff. I don't think he understands the harsh impact he has on her. Her torture must have been extremely horrible if someone who even had the slightest of relations with him can set her off so badly.

"You should tell him. Tell him what he did to you and maybe the two of you will come out of this rift you share," I told her.

"I agree with Sam. It would definitely be for the better," Cas agreed.

"I want to tell him, but I can't think straight around him. He sends my body into this 'fright or flight' response you humans have. I'm scared. Scared of him. But he needs to know what Michael did to me," Annabella says with a tear in her eye.

She rose, breaking from mine and Cas' grips, and walked out of the room. We both got up and followed her to the kitchen where she was headed. Dean looked a bit confused as she walked into the room and his eyes found mine and he seemed to ask "what is going on?" I shrugged my shoulders and leaned against the counter.

"I want to apologize for the way I was acting earlier, Dean. It was uncalled for me to act this way and I should have seen past the fact that you were Michael's vessel and not is," Annabella said calmly.

"It's ok. It's understandable; I would have acted the same way. You were hurt for so long it startles you to be around someone who reminds you of them," Dean said back to her. He stepped closer to her and opened his arms. She awkwardly walked into them and his arms wrapped around her teenaged form. He consoled her and after a few moments, they broke apart. I could definitely see why Dean would take pity on her; they were both ostracized at a young age by many people and they had a lot riding on them. The two seemed so different on the outside, but they were so similar.

The rest of the day was fairly average. Dean was having yet another Game of Thrones marathon, probably with Cas, and I was reading. Except Annabella was there. She insisted on sitting with me and watching or helping me with whatever I needed help with. Oftentimes, I would catch her staring at me intently and I would see her eyes. You could see the age and pain in her eyes even though she looked so young. It almost hurt me to see her like that. While I was working, she rambled on about how God had chosen this vessel for her, and how it was her favorite, even though she was very young; fifteen to be exact. She would tell me stories about how people who thought they were destined for Heaven, only to be turned down for their hate and sinning ways. I laughed at those, because it still showed that she was daughter of Lucifer, the man of sin. When she told these stories, her wavy blonde hair would shake, her brown eyes light up with excitement, and she would smile in a way that reminded me of Jessica. Maybe that's why I took a liking to her, she reminded me of her.

Annabella would look at me the way Dean and Cas sometimes looked at each other, and I would look back. We would just sit there, and for expanses of time, our eyes would be locked on each other, and we could feel each other's emotions and feelings. But she was always the first to pull away, probably her vessel kicking in and getting embarrassed, as she would adjust a curl behind her ear and blush whenever it happened.

Out of the blue, Annabella said, "I think I know what my father meant about us, Sam."

"And what did your father say, Annabella?"

"That we were meant to be," she said and looked at me, her lashes blinking slowly.

"I think I agree with your father," I said, and took her left hand and kissed it. She smiled and grasped it tighter, setting it in her lap.

I could tell in her eyes that it was the happiest she'd ever been in a long time. I smiled.

The funny thing? I was too.

December 16, 2015

Dean, Cas, and I had waken up hours ago, but Annabella was still asleep in her room. I couldn't blame her, she hadn't slept in thousands of years, and she was bound to be exhausted. It was around three when she rolled out of bed and took a shower. She walked into the common room of the bunker brushing her hair and attempting to braid it. Then Dean had sat her down and done it for her. They joked and smiled the whole time; you could barely tell that she hadn't wanted to be in the same room as each other just yesterday. It was nice to see Dean like this, happy. It was something he never was, or it seemed like it.

Cas had gone and gotten us all burgers for dinner. We all sat down in the common room and talked and ate for a while. Annabella told us stories about her time in Heaven, and we told her stories about our trips across America. This was how it should always be, all of us laughing and talking, not having to worry about the end of the world. I liked it.