Dean sat under the bright reading light he had in the bunker, trying so hard to listen to Castiel's explanation. He actually had no clue what in the world that Cas was talking about. He might have been talking about Avalon, Israfel's sister.

Dean interrupted, "Cas, I could care less about Ava-whatever, alright?"

"I understand... You have Sam to worry about," The fallen angel replied with an understanding nod.

"Then add the fact, that we're stuck with the weirdo angel," Dean sighed, "and we have no clue what it knows, or what that thing is capable of!"

Castiel's eyebrows knit together, and he frowned in disapproval at the word choice of his hunter friend.

"Maybe if you gave Israfel the chance to open up to you, you would understand she's just an innocent fledgling!" He snapped at the hunter. "You and Sam are very intimidating from a child's point of view."

"Why are you defending that freak?" Dean hissed at his friend. Little did they know, that the "freak" was standing right around the corner, listening in. Her little heart was shattered in pieces.

Israfel unobtrusively snuck away from the pair. So many things raced through her mind. She couldn't let anyone see how she felt though. She couldn't let them know that she felt things, so she ran to the study. She couldn't help but admire the smell of musty books, but something didn't feel right. On the floor laid a brown leather jacket that reeked of Eucalyptus and Spearmint. The childish celestial being picked the jacket up and hugged it, as if it was an old friend. It just smelled like it was owned by someone who was made from all the most wonderful things in the world. She gently slipped it on, and all of the harsh words of Dean slipped away from her mind. Though she couldn't wrap her mind around why it made her feel so safe. Why would a stupid jacket make anyone feel safe? The choir angel crawled onto one of the chairs and curled up in the magical brown jacket, as salty tears swept down her cheeks. She hid her face in the crooks of the chair, and wept violently. Why couldn't she remember why the scent was so comforting?! Why was it also, so melancholy? She laid there and strained to remember, straining to find a reason.

Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the room and they was followed a quiet, "Oh * $% #!"

The first-born Winchester whispered, "I'll call you back Cassy," to the phone he had by his ear.

He walked over to the seat, not knowing what to do. What do you do with a crying teenage angel? So the hunter did what seemed the most logical and yelled for Castiel and Gabriel. They ran to the study in as fast as they could, scared that Dean or some one was hurt. When they got there to find the crying little angel they were relieved that no one was hurt physically.

Then suddenly, Israfel sat up and said, "My apologies for letting you see me like this. This jacket I have found reminded me of something I can't remember. It was very forlorn, what ever it was."

Gabriel chuckled and smiled at the choir angel. "You're an odd kid," he stated.

"Gabriel... she's at least three million years old..." Castiel tried to explain to the archangel.

"Yeah? Well you're all kids compared to me," he retorted.

Out of the blue, Dean's cellphone started to ring. He sighed and picked it up as the angels continued to chatter.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Hello, is this Dean Winchester?" A low, tired voice asked.

"Yeah. Did you need something?" The hunter replied.

"Yes. We're having an angel problem in our town.. We need back up, and no one else knows how to kill them. We need your help."

"We?"

"My wife, my son, and me."

Dean kept quiet for a minute, for he felt the child's pain. This boy was raised like a soldier too... It wasn't fair to the young boy.

"Right... Right. Where exactly are you?" The elder Winchester sighed.

"At your front door..." The other man replied and hung up.

A/N: So, finally the boys won't be outnumbered by angels. Yay! The explanation of how the family of hunters got to the bunker will be stated next chapter.

Question of the Chapter: How do you think Dean is going to act towards the Father hunter?