There is no excuse for my absence. This chapter is short, and mostly filler. I mean, important things DO happen, but not a whole lot of action. I did say before that this story is COMPLETELY AU, and this chapter is proof of that. So please keep an open mind. If the idea is unliked, then I guess this story isn't for you. I'm not wanting to change my idea... I feel harsh, I'm gonna go now.

The group sat down in the motel room that was becoming a bit too familiar. Peeling green wallpaper, clashing dull orange bed sets, and a rickety dining table. Sam was at the table, Dean sitting at the foot of a bed, and Bell standing in the kitchen area. Castiel was standing at the exact center point of them.

"I don't know much, but he called himself a Dumah. I don't know if that's his name," Castiel started. "I've never heard of him, and he seems to have been just created."

"A baby angel. Neat," Dean said sarcastically.

"Being a newborn angel is dangerous. He won't understand the ability to disobey or act on his own, so he must be receiving orders from someone."

"God, perhaps?" Sam questioned.

Castiel shook his head. "Probably. Or, instructed to follow orders from someone else, it's hard to tell."

Dean sighed. "So, do we have any idea when or where he'll show up next?"

All eyes landed on Castiel as he thought hard. His eyebrows came together in concentration as he managed a slight pace with his feet. "I don't know. I am assuming he is gone now. He told me God created him to stop me from looking for him."

Sam's eyebrows rose in interest, then fell back into place. "Still searching?"

"I have to find God," Castiel said tersely. "I have many questions for him."

Dean stood up and grabbed his duffle bag. "I guess there isn't much left to do now except go back to the bunker and wait."

Bell's cell phone decided to ring in her pocket at that moment. It startled her from her thinking and brainstorming. Angels, God, ghosts… How could this life exist under my nose my whole life? "Hello?" she said into the mouthpiece.

"Rose?"

Bell recognized the voice on the other end instantly. "Huh? Justin? Is that you? How can you understand me?"

"You wouldn't believe it—the same guy I saw in armor came to my dream last night."

"Really?" Bell asked with an expression resembling disbelief. Dean and Sam joined Bell's side closely to listen in to her conversation. She glanced at them with an annoyed expression but then fell into her reporter façade. "What did he say to you?"

"He told me he was sorry, and fixed my hearing. He said he felt bad for harming a human in his mission, or something like that, then restored my hearing. He told me he was leaving town and never coming back. How cool is that?" The teenage boy spewed out more terms that all translated back to the phrase This is awesome!

"I'm so happy for you," Bell said with faux enthusiasm, "I'll be sure to write this in the story as well. It'll be printed sometime this week! Thanks, Justin."

Bell exhaled deeply as she hung up the phone. "Guess the angel really isn't here anymore. Bunker it is?"

Dean nodded. "Bunker sweet bunker."


The ride back to Lebanon was almost short compared to the drive from it. Bell was looking forward to the second home, really upset with the quality of the motel she just spent some time sleeping in. She offered to drive a bit of the way, but judging from the glance Dean gave her, that was a fucked up request. Sam scolded Dean with what Bell could best describe as a bitchface then told her not to worry about the driving part.

Bell was pretty happy to wander into her 'room' in the bunker, to lie on an actual comfy bed. She then remembered her nightmare in which she almost drown again, recalling she wanted to not sleep alone anymore… She sat up on the edge of the bed, those very thoughts almost causing her to panic.

A knock sounded on her door, causing her to jump.

"Dean summons you," Castiel spoke on the other side of the door.

Bell went to the door impulsively, not realizing she was doing so. When she opened it, she found the angel standing there with his hand still raised. Her dark eyes made contact with his as they have many times now, and he gave her that look at made her believe he was looking at her soul. If angels had souls, she sure as hell would try back. After a moment, Bell turned her head away. The soul gazing started to feel a bit too intimate for her comfort.

"Thanks, Castiel," Bell answered finally. She still found him watching her with the same look on his face. "…What?"

"You finally said my name. This life has become accepted."

"Ah," Bell sighed out in surprise. "I forgot… I was doing that…" she trailed off.

Castiel's face exploded into childlike wonder, a grin stretching wide. Bell looked at him in curiosity and watched him disappear.


"I guess you're okay," Dean told Bell after a long time of silence.

She had been sitting in the research room for almost twenty minutes alone while Sam and Dean were at the top of the stairs discussing something silently. It left her nervous, fidgety, anxious as hell. She was sure they were trying to find out how to tell her to go back home, to get her stuff and don't look back.

"But, this doesn't mean everything is okay. You still have to prove to us your worth. You have the skills, but haven't really had a chance to show your stuff," Dean continued.

"You can relax, is what he's saying. Just don't let your guard down," Sam added on instantly. Dean wasn't really sure how to speak sensitively, probably.

"This is nice," was all that Bell said.

Dean's expression scrunched up, confused. "Nice? Isn't this supposed to be freakin' awesome?"

"Dean, stop, she's had a lot to process," Sam started to reason with his brother, ever the parental figure for them both.

True, Bell was happy. She was really happy. The only thing that was really dampening her mood was the fact that her nightmares were still haunting her. She wondered if her sister was really rid of for good; ghosts don't have to have bones to remain haunting, right? Was Linda haunting her? The realization hit Bell like a pillowcase full of rocks—no, bowling balls at best. She was too afraid to sleep and drown to even think straight. How could she without being watched over constantly? Oh—wait.

"Do you know where I can find Castiel?" Bell asked the bickering boys.

The silence was enough to let the three humans hear the sound of Castiel appearing near them, drawing all attention to him.

"All you must do is pray," Castiel instructed. "How can I help?"

Bell looked from Sam and Dean to Castiel. She cleared her throat, wet her lips, and began. "You said before that even I have my own guardian angel?" Castiel nodded to her. "Can I meet them? I wanted to talk to them, or something. I have questions."

"These questions you have cannot be answered. Your past is to remain the way your head remembers it."

"No, it's not my past, I promise you. I just… I want to ask them the details of their guardianship… in private. If you know the rules, I'm sure they do too, and won't break them. Right?"

If anything, Bell could ask her angel to watch over her more closely while she slept. At least.

Castiel looked troubled, unsure of what to do. Not very often do the humans meet their own angel out of free will, only at the event of death as they were handed over to the reapers. The human soul was treasured, no matter what. Then, Castiel knew there were exceptions, especially when it came to him and Dean. Castiel knew it was written in the Winchester Gospel that he would become what he is now.

"It can be done. You can wait in your room while I summon them."

Castiel disappeared, and Dean's expression was questioning.

Sam spoke first. "Anything we should know about?"

"No, I'm just curious. Wouldn't you be; if someone told you about your guardian angel?"

Sam looked like he never really gave it a thought. Castiel always showed up when he prayed, too. Dean shrugged. Nothing could impress him anymore, nothing could really surprise him.


In her room, Bell waited patiently… almost. Who would her angel be? What's their name? What are they—

"Hey babes."

Bell froze, face showing complete confusion.

"You'll have to excuse his demeanor, he's always been like this…" was Castiel's next sentence.

When Bell turned around she found Castiel next to a man who she really hoped wasn't her guardian angel… He had sandy blonde hair, not longer than Sam's, a black button-up shirt with a jacket over it, blue jeans, and a small lollipop in his mouth.

"What's your name?" Bell asked the man.

He removed the lollipop from his mouth and gave a wide grin. "Gabriel. You're Bellamy. I've waited for years to meet you."

Bell looked at Castiel for confirmation. She almost laughed at herself for wishing her angel would have been like him. Gabriel himself was stunning as an angel, but not as shy and adorable as Castiel, he didn't—

Bell couldn't think much more after seeing the embarrassment on Castiel's face, and she was sure he reciprocated her own. Can he read her mind?

"I'm going to… go now," Castiel muttered out, and Bell watched him disappear.

Gabriel looked at the spot his brother was just occupying, and then gave a playful scoff. "That won't come out in the wash…"

"Can I ask you some things? I really need answers. Knowing you exist, I—"

"Look doll, you know you don't have to be so formal with me. I'm just an angel, you're just a human, we can be friends."

Bell almost choked on her tongue, and lost her inferior demeanor. She thought angels deserved respect, so that was how she was going to treat him. "Alright, then…"

"Questions?" Gabriel pressed on, finishing off his sucker and tossing the stick to the trash.

"… Why didn't you protect me back in the hospital?"

Gabriel sighed, knowing this question was coming. "You're too smart for your own good sometimes. I can't explain to you the details of a guardianship," he said as he walked around the room, fidgeting with random things he found. "I'm only told to do what I am allowed. You know your parents? The real ones, that is."

Bell inhaled sharply and could barely wait. Answers, and she didn't even have to wait months for them. She didn't have to beg.

"The details involving their disappearance are supposed to be hidden from you. I'm going to keep it that way. But, I was only allowed to save you from death one time, and the time of them going away? That was then. If I knew something else was going to happen, I wouldn't have accepted this gig. I can't deal with death very well."

"But you're an angel."

"An archangel at that."

Gabriel and Bell shared a stare for moments, before Bell started to laugh. Was it hysterics? It seemed so. She seemed out of it entirely.

"If you can't tell me, who will?"

Gabriel tilted his head, and his bottom lip pouted. "God? Maybe? If he can be found, I guess."

"Why is God missing?" Bell asked, astounded. From all the stories, lore, and religions she had ever observed had always put God in an all-seeing, ever present being.

"Who knows? Anything else you need to ask me?" Gabriel finally stood before Bell, just an arms length away.

"Will you come to me when I pray for you?"

"Hey, I'm an archangel. That means I can't be on call, now. You got Cassie."

Cassie. "You don't seem good for anything," Bell joked with him.

"That's what I'm here for," he retorted with his arms open wide and disappeared right before her eyes.

Bell felt okay with the events that unfolded before her. She turned back to the bed in her room, away from where Gabriel was. She laughed to herself at the nickname of Cassie. She didn't really like it, and was certain Castiel wouldn't either.

"Please don't call me Cassie. I am sorry for entering your room without knocking like I said I would, I promised myself to not ever do that. But I really don't like that name."

Bell spun around to find Castiel where he last stood, a silly looking pained expression on his face.

"Let me get this figured out now, can you read my mind?"

Castiel looked confused, now. That wasn't the reaction he was expecting, at all. He thought she would yell at him, scold him for going against her desires.

"… Yes, but, only if you wish for me to. I can hear thoughts you project at me, if you were to."

So you can hear me say this to you?

"Yes, I hear that."

"So you heard my thoughts earlier! I'm so sorry!" Bell exclaimed and covered her mouth in embarrassment. "I am so, so sorry!"

"Your repentance is accepted."

Bell turned around to hide her face, feeling it warm up under her hand. You know, it's really odd that one day you're living life as a crazy person, then the next you've traveled halfway across the country with two brothers who are taller than trees, and their beautiful guardian angel. It made time feel like it was rolling by so much more faster, since there was always something happening. There was no way she could spend her life with a second of boredom ever again.

"Bellamy," Castiel called for her attention.

Bell turned back around to find Castiel a few steps away from her. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't hear him move. "Yes?"

Castiel put his hand on her shoulder, a reassuring smile on his face. "You've done well. You may be a new addition to the story, but you fit in nicely. A wise drunk man once said, Family don't end in blood. I do want to say welcome to the family, no matter how early the words have come to you."

In awe, Bell couldn't find anything to say. She felt happy, completely happy. All the stress she felt suddenly went away, and her body felt a hundred times lighter. She never even realized the weight that was placed on her. Her eyes watered with a grin, and she couldn't help but hug the angel before her. Those were the exact words she needed, and he was able to share them with her.

Castiel was slightly taken aback by her sudden action. He was unsure how to react for a moment, but finally decided on hugging her back. The height of her body rested just under his chin, where he rested it atop her head. She was shielded in his arms for the moment, and even Castiel felt safe.

Bellamy could take on anything at this point.


I introduced him as Bell's guardian angel for a reason. I need him later. I also (reiterating the AU topic) want to bring in other characters... Like Bobby. I want Chuck in here at some point, but I know neither of them even got close to the bunker. So, I will take opinions on that. I miss dear Bobby, but I don't want to eff with stuff too much. Thank you for reading, loves.