So… Did I shock any of you? Sorry if I did! Well this is where the story will pick up. Dean and Owl must now help Castiel. Raphael has a plan. Moose and Bobby have no idea what is going on. And I'm sure you'll see your two other favorite angels!

Have any of you figured out what has happened to Cas? First person to answer correctly gets to sit in the Impala with Dean! Maybe…

It's safe to say that I am terrible with updates… I don't even have chapter 9 finished… Well I should try to have updates once every week. No promises though.

Enjoy!

Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. Seriously, if it was mine I would have made Dean and Cas profess their love to each other in the fifth or sixth season! I mean come on?

~Z


I didn't know if Cas was joking or if he was being serious. I didn't want to think he was being serious; I wanted him to just laugh and say that he was kidding. But his expression said otherwise. Owl just stared at him, wondering why he would say such a thing to his daughter. She looked like he had just shot her. No, she looked much more pained than that. How could he possibly forget that Owl is his? And how could he forget that he is in love with me?

"Cas, don't you remember anything?" I asked, stepping closer to him. He stepped back to keep me at a distance and eyed me skeptically. He wouldn't let me near him at all, which just made my heart sink further into my stomach.

"I remember everything," he stated, confused.

"If that's true, then how come you can't remember me or Owl?" I said.

Cas tilted his head. "Who is Owl?" he asked innocently. And that, right there, was the final bullet that killed us.

"I'm Owl! I'm your daughter!" she exclaimed frantically. She looked borderline hysterical.

Cas shook his head in disbelief. "As I have said before, I don't have a daughter."

"How can you not remember everything we've been through?" I said.

"What do you mean?" he asked, looking intently at me. I just wanted to grab him by the shoulders and try to talk some sense into him.

"How can you not remember being in love with me?" I breathed out.

Cas squinted and glared at me. "Why would I be in love with you? I'm an angel; besides you're a man and you said that men shouldn't be together," he said sternly. My heart was breaking with every word that came out of his mouth.

"Dean knows what he said, but you two fell in love anyway. You became pregnant with Owl because of that love," Sam said, trying to help Cas jog his memory.

"Impossible," Cas stated, crossing his arms. I forgot how stubborn Cas was.

"Why can't you remember me daddy?" Owl pleaded. Right then she looked and sounded like a little girl.

Cas stared at her. He actually looked like a heartless monster with the look he gave her. "Stop calling me that. I am not your father, please call me Castiel," he seethed.

"Cas-" I started to say.

Cas put up a hand to stop me from continuing. "I have no idea what is happening here, but you are all terribly confused." He turned to Owl. "I have no idea who you are, or why you insist I am your father."

Owl clutched my arm, shaking slightly. It was killing her to not have Cas remember her. She was the product of our love. I patted her head. "How could he not…" she mumbled.

"Everything will be okay Owl," I assured her. She snapped her head up and looked at me with glassy eyes; her cheeks wet with tears. She was still crying.

"How can you say that?" she yelled. Everyone flinched back, even Cas, at her words.

I brushed away the tears that were streaming down her face. "Because things can only get better," I smiled. Owl locked her arms around me and continued to cry into my shirt. I rubbed her back to calm her down.

Cas stared at us with his head cocked to the side. He had an unreadable expression on his face. It was a mix of confusion and hurt. Maybe he was upset that Owl was crying. Maybe some tiny fraction of his memory was still in there. Maybe a piece of our Cas was still in there.

Sam and Bobby had already retreated inside to try to find and summon a certain pair of angels. They knew that these angels would be able to help, and maybe tell us what had happened to Cas. Right now they were our only hope. God, I didn't like the sound of that.

Just then, two figures appeared behind Cas, who faced them with a surprised expression. However, before he could utter a word Gabriel gathered him in a hug. Cas squirmed under his hold and made an effort to get away. Balthazar walked towards us ignoring Cas' pleas for help.

"Dean, may I ask why Owl is sobbing?" Balthazar asked with his usual British lilt.

Owl released me and looked up at Balthazar. "Balthy!" she squealed, tackling him in a bone crushing hug.

Balthazar hit the ground hard. "I still see that you're as strong as ever, now, would you please release me? I very much like breathing and I would appreciate it if you didn't break any of my ribs. It's quite painful to heal them," he said trying to pry her off of him. She laughed before standing up and pulling the tall man to his feet.

Gabriel stood to the side, where Cas was straightening his trench coat. It looked like he was scolding Gabe while making his clothes presentable once again. I watched him as he fixed his clothes but as soon as his eyes met mine I looked away.

"What am I? Chopped liver?" Gabe called in mockingly hurt voice.

Owl scrunched her nose. "Of course not! You're much worse than that." She twisted her mouth into an evil little smirk.

Gabe gathered her in his arms and ruffled her hair. "That's my favorite girl!" he said, lifting her off her feet and twirling her.

Owl kicked him and he put her down. He came towards me and pulled me into a hug. I stood there awkwardly and took the hug. "Gabe, personal space please," I said, pushing him away.

"This coming from the man who doesn't have any self-control whatsoever when he sees some hot ass and got Cassie knocked up?" he chuckled. I felt my face grow extremely warm. Owl stomped up to him and slapped him across the face with so much force that Gabe fell to the ground on his butt.

"Yo chica, what was that for?!" he exclaimed, rubbing his cheek.

"Gabe I thought we talked about this! Stop being so vulgar around Dean!" she said, throwing her hands in the air.

"I'll stop being vulgar when Dean learns how to keep his-" Balthazar covered Gabe's mouth with his hand, muffling the rest of his sentence. Thank goodness for Balthazar.

"What Gabriel here means to say is how are you, Dean?" he said, trying to keep Gabe from talking. Cas regarded the scene from a distance with a perplexed expression.

"Fine, I guess." I said rubbing the back of my neck. I didn't know if they knew what had happened to Cas. I really hoped they had some answers.

Cas walked over to us. "Gabriel, Balthazar what are you two doing here anyway? Shouldn't you two be in Heaven right now?" he asked.

"We came to visit our niece," Balthazar said, and Gabe nodded his head in agreement.

"Why is everyone insisting that she is my daughter?" he asked harshly.

"She's my daughter as well," I added quietly.

Cas just glared at me liked he wanted to smite me right there in front of them. Owl stood by my side, eyeing Cas, looking for changes. He looked exactly same like when I first met him. He had the same hard expression and stiff movements. It was like meeting him for the first time again. Then the realization hit me. This was the Cas that I met years ago. Cas didn't confess his feelings for me until almost a year later. I couldn't wait a year for him to love me again. I had to make him fall in love with me.

"I say we move this shindig inside," Balthazar cut in, interrupting my thoughts.

We all moved inside. All the while Balthazar kept his hand over Gabe's mouth to prevent him from saying anything that might be considered rude.

"Samoose!" he cried as he launched himself at Sam, who had just walked into the room with his nose in a book. Sam, of course, being off guard, was tackled by the archangel and ended up on the floor gasping for air from the impact. Gabe had his arms locked around Sam in a tight embrace. I felt kind of bad that I was enjoying Sam being held captive by the ex-trickster.

"Gabriel, get off of me!" he shouted trying to get the man off of him. Gabe only held him tighter with each attempt at escape. It was a pretty funny sight.

Gabe looked at his face and smiled lustfully. I could literally gag at the moment and I knew Cas, Balthazar, and Owl were thinking the same thing. "That's not what you said last time we-" Sam cut him off by punching Gabe square in the jaw.

Gabe landed on his back. He sat up rubbing his face. "What is it with everyone and hurting my gorgeous face?!" he screeched. I fought back the urge to roll my eyes at him.

"I told you Gabe, I was drunk and that was strictly a one-time thing. I am never going down that road again. So leave me the hell alone!" Sam hissed at him getting back to his feet.

"Sure didn't hear you complaining when I was giving you the best-"

"GABE STOP!" Owl and I yelled, covering our ears and cutting him off.

Gabe pushed himself to his feet and dusted his pants off. "You're all just a bunch of pansies," he scoffed, putting arm around Sam's waist.

Sam flung his arm off with disgust and went into another room. Gabe followed him, singing Let Me Love You off key at the top of his lungs. Not a moment later you could hear the sound of a hand connecting with flesh and a pained cry from Gabe. I love the fact that Sam just smacked Gabe.

Cas was chatting with Balthazar by the window. Cas was smiling, but it didn't look like the same smile he wore every time he saw me.

Owl poked me in my side. "You're wondering about him too, aren't you?" she asked, biting into an apple.

I looked back at Cas, trying to see if there was anything else strange about him. "Yeah. I mean, just a week ago he was like a fun loving puppy, and now he's back to being the cold shouldered douchebag of an angel that I met for the first time years ago. This doesn't make any sense. He remembers Gabriel and Balthazar, but not you or his feelings for me."

"It's starting to worry me. What if Raphael did something to him?" she asked, taking another bite from her apple. The sound of her crunching into it echo throughout the room.

"I sure as hell hope he didn't." I grumbled. I didn't even want to consider Raphael doing something to my angel. I would murder his feathery ass next time I saw him. I would cover him in holy oil and watch him burn alive.

Balthazar walked over to us, leaving Cas alone to look through the various books Bobby had out. "Something is wrong with him," he said, getting straight to the point.

"Tell us about it," Owl rolled her eyes.

"He seems unattached, like he hasn't experienced human emotions, but I know for a fact that he has. He isn't the same Castiel that we know and love. He's changed. Dramatically," he whispered to us.

"That was what I was thinking. Cas is acting exactly like the same as when we first met." I looked over at him flipping through an old book. He looked up at me and glared. I smiled at him but he just turned his back to me.

"Doesn't that strike you as weird?" he asked, keeping his voice down.

"Of course, but what can we do? It's not like we can hop inside his brain and see why he's acting like this." Owl said.

"Well…" Balthazar thought out loud.

I put my hand up to silence him. "We are not going to bounce around in Cas' brain just to find out what is wrong."

"Of course not. But we do have other options," he smirked.

I did not like where this was going.

...

I looked at daddy. He was reading through a Greek mythology book in fascination. His expressions were rigid and controlled instead of gentle and fluid. He seemed to maintain a stoic expression and it was unnerving to me. He seemed cold and heartless; a full-on angel.

I finished my apple and chucked it into the trashcan. It dropped heavily on the bottom of the metal container, and he looked at me with a strange expression. I dropped my gaze and walked away.

He grabbed my arm gently. I looked up at him and saw his eyes soften slightly. "I don't know who you are, but I feel as if I have a connection with you. What did you say your name was again?" he asked. He had his head tilted slightly, waiting for my response.

"My name is Owl Nymeria Winchester," I said dully.

"So you are Dean's daughter," he commented.

"And yours as well," I muttered, looking at the ground.

"I still don't understand how you are my daughter. Please, just call me Castiel, or Cas if you wish." He smiled lightly, but it wasn't the same smile that I used to love. It seemed forced and fake. I didn't like it one bit.

"Okay," I mumbled getting out of his grasp and dragging my feet to my room. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him frown slightly as I moved away from him.

As soon as I made it to my room I flopped onto the bed and kicked off my shoes. I used my Grace to lock the door and close the curtains. I wanted to be alone at the moment. I didn't want to see Bobby, Moose, Balthazar, Gabe or even Dean. I didn't want anyone to see me cry like this.

I grabbed my blanket and wrapped it around me. It still smelled like him. It smelled like the Castiel I knew. The Castiel downstairs wasn't my father. He was just the angel of Thursday. I cried silently as I buried my face in the blanket.

How long would it be until I could see his smiling, gentle and loving face? How long would it be before he would hug me? How long would it be before he would sing me a lullaby off-key when I had nightmares? How long would it be before we could be a semi-normal family? How long would it be before I got see my real father again?

I rocked myself and clung to the blanket covering me. This was the only thing I had from the Castiel who was my real father. That angel downstairs wasn't him.

I heard a series of knocks at my door. I stared at the door wondering who was behind it. "Who is it?" I choked out, hoping they couldn't tell that I was crying.

"It's me, Gabriel." I unlocked the door and watched Gabe slink in. He smiled softly at me and sat at the foot of my bed.

"What are you doing alone in your room?" he asked sincerely. Gabe was rarely sincere, but he would try to be around me.

I wiped my eyes and wrapped the blanket tighter around myself. "I don't like seeing him like that. He isn't my father," I mumbled.

"Cas may not remember who you are, but I'm sure deep down, way deep down, he cares about you dearly. You have to be patient with him," he said, pushing a strand my hair behind my ear.

"I know, but how long do you think he's going to be like this?" I asked quietly.

He shrugged. "I'm not sure kiddo. For all we know it could be permanent." I glared at him hoping he was kidding. He held up his hands in surrender. "I said 'could'! Balthazar and I don't know what exactly is happening, but we do have ideas."

I huffed. "Okay, but what do we do in the meantime?"

Gabe rested his chin on his fist staring off into deep thought. Gabe wasn't much of a thinker, but at least he was trying. Suddenly an idea came to his head. The only way I knew that was because a light bulb appeared over his head and glowed brightly, then disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"So what did you think of?" I asked.

"We are going to need Sam, Dean and Balthazar to help us with this," he said, standing up and pacing.

"Help with what?" I wondered, watching him pace around.

"We will need to set up a plan," he commented, completely ignoring me.

"A plan for what, Gabe?" I asked a little louder.

"Maybe we can have secret code names!" he grinned.

"Why do we need code names?!" I shouted at him.

"We will have to do this in a time frame," he added thoughtfully.

"What the hell are you talking about Gabe?" I shouted louder at him.

He stopped in his tracks and looked at me as if he just now heard me. "There is no need to shout Owl," he said, wagging a finger in my direction.

I picked up the book closest to me and chucked it at him. He dodged it and narrowed his eyes at me. "Well then stop rambling like an idiot!" I snapped.

He rolled his eyes and stood at the foot of my bed. "I wasn't rambling."

"Then what were you going on and on about?" I asked crossing my arms.

"I have thought of a plan," he smiled to himself.

I raised an eyebrow. "A plan for what?" When Gabe made plans they almost always went wrong. The last plan he made ended up with daddy in a tub of maple syrup and me covered in cocoa powder. It's better not to ask how this happened.

"A plan to get our Cassie back!" he said triumphantly.

I rolled my eyes. "And how do you plan to do that?"

"By having Cassie fall in love with Dean-o again." He grinned as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

I grabbed another book and chucked it at his head. This time the book hit him directly in the nose. He held his nose and looked at me in horror. "Gabe! How are you going a make an angel fall for a human more than once?"

"This time Dean-o is going to make Cassie fall for him. Hopefully once that happens he'll regain his memory of you, and then everything should be back to normal," he said through his hand.

I though it over for a minute. "Maybe that could work." I said.

"Of course it's going to work," he said, grimacing due to his injured nose.

"Come on, let's go tell them about the plan!" I hopped off the bed and jumped down the stairs.

Daddy was already gone. Balthazar was drinking wine and reading the Bible, laughing occasionally. Moose was sitting at the table on his computer. Seriously, what does he do on that thing? Bobby was sitting across from Moose, drinking a beer and reading the newspaper. Dean was sleeping on the couch with a book over his head.

I went over to Dean and took the book off of his head. He looked so adorable while he was sleeping. Then I picked up the heaviest book I could find and dropped it on the floor. Dean woke up suddenly and fell off the couch onto his face. Balthazar did a spit take and the wine landed on Dean. Bobby jumped in his seat and spilled some of his beer on himself. Moose flinched and looked at me in confusion.

"All right men, we have a great problem on our hands," I said loudly, in an authoritative tone. I found a yardstick lying around and picked it up.

"By great problem you mean-"

I cut Moose off. "Cas is not himself. Any ideas as to why he is behaving strangely?" I asked, looking around at everyone.

No one said anything. They all just blinked, waiting for me to continue.

"Gabriel has thought of a plan." I paused, so that everyone could groan. We were all familiar with Gabe's infamous plans. "Yes I know, but it's actually a good plan," I said, reassuring them.

Moose raised his hand. I nodded. "How can we be sure that Gabe isn't going to turn this all into a big prank?" he asked.

Gabe looked offended. "Why would I do that?" he said, running over to Moose and latching himself to him.

Moose pushed him off so that he landed on the floor. "Because you turn everything into a joke."

"Anyways, the plan is simple. Dean here will work to make Castiel fall in love with him again." I said, pointing to Dean with a yardstick. Dean raised his hand. "Yes?"

"Okay, how do you plan to make this work?" he asked skeptically.

I tapped him on the head with the yardstick. "You have to romance him."

Everyone burst out laughing as soon as I said that. I had to admit it was pretty funny. Daddy said that Dean wasn't very romantic. He told me about how one time Dean tried to surprise him with a home cooked dinner. But of course Dean couldn't cook, and he ended up burning everything black, even the frozen pie that he had bought. Dean couldn't even light the candles right since they fell over and set the tablecloth on fire. Dean even tried to lay rose petals on the floor, but he ended up stepping on them, ruining them and littering them everywhere. It was safe to say that Dean couldn't be romantic without causing chaos. But they ended up going to a diner and chatting over cheeseburgers.

It probably had to be the sweetest thing I ever heard.

"Dean, be romantic? That's hilarious," Moose said through his laughs. He was clutching his side from the intensity of the laughter.

"This idjit couldn't romance a chicken," Bobby chortled.

"Hey! I can too romance people. I used to be able to pick up chicks left and right!" Dean protested.

"But that's women. We're dealing with Castiel. And frankly you aren't the most romantic person in the world," Balthazar snickered. I couldn't help but agree that he did have a point.

"I can be romantic if I try!" he whined.

"Sure you can Dean-o," Gabe smirked.

"Look, we need you to try and romance him. If you can get him to fall in love with you again then maybe, just maybe, he'll regain his memory," I said, ending everyone's laughter.

"And if he doesn't?" Dean asked quietly.

I stared right at him and gulped down the doubts. He had just asked the same question that was running through my mind, and probably everyone else's as well. I took a deep breath. "Guess we're going to have to hope for the best," I smiled.

I need Castiel to remember me and his love for Dean. If he didn't, then what would become of us?

….

I had flown back to Heaven. It didn't seem like the Winchesters needed me at the moment. But something was wrong, very wrong. Dean had kissed me, and insisted that I was in love with him. How could I be in love with the hunter Dean Winchester? He told me several times that men did not have relations with other men, so why the sudden change of heart? He had kissed me. He kissed me gently, with great emotion behind it. He seemed loving and affectionate. It was a side of Dean that I had never seen before.

I still felt a tingling sensation on my lips.

It was true that Dean and I shared a more profound bond, but our bond wasn't that strong. Maybe it was stronger then I wanted to believe it was. Maybe sometimes I neglected Heavenly duties to see him. Maybe I liked to sit in the Impala while he drove so that I could hear him sing. Maybe sometimes I watched him a little longer than what was socially acceptable. Maybe sometimes I liked how he tried to teach me about humans. Maybe sometimes I liked to watch the rise and fall of his chest when he slept. Maybe I liked helping them with their cases even though they were a waste of my time. Maybe I was a bit overprotective of Dean when a monster attacked him. Maybe I got a little furious when women threw themselves at him and he didn't even try to fight them off. Maybe I got jealous of how he looked at other women when I would be sitting next to him. Maybe sometimes I yearned for his touch. Maybe sometimes I loved to hear him laugh. Maybe sometimes I thought about his warm smile and kind eyes. Maybe I wanted him to treat me more than a friend. Maybe I wanted the hunter to love me as much as I-

I shook my head. I couldn't be thinking about Dean at the moment. I was thinking about Owl, the teenage girl who claimed to be mine and Dean's daughter. She looked like a perfect mixture of us as well. But how could she be a teenager if I had only known Dean for a little over 3 years? The whole situation didn't make sense to me.

Somehow I had felt a special connection to her, as if she were my kin. But that was illogical. I didn't have children; not with Dean or anyone for that matter. Not that I remember…

I tried to think about it, but my brain started to ache. It ached like this every time I thought about Dean. It was as if my brain was telling me not to think about the green eyed hunter. I couldn't remember certain things or events. Some of the memories in my head seemed unreal. Every time I tried to remember things my brain would pulse violently, warning me to stop.

"Hello Castiel, back so soon?" I broke my train of thought and looked at Raphael.

"Yes. The Winchesters did not require my assistance today, so I think I will be here for the time being." I said, walking past him.

"Something seems to be troubling you," he said to my back. I stopped in my tracks and spun around to face him.

"I didn't think you would notice." I smiled weakly.

"You're my brother; it is my duty to recognize when you are troubled. Tell me, what's wrong?" he asked.

"Well, I went to visit the brothers when Dean kissed me. He then tried to convince me that I was in love with him. That is strange, correct? Then this teenage girl appeared and called me her father. I was confused beyond all belief. How could I have had a daughter? And she even insisted that Dean was her other father. I knew she wasn't lying though, and I could sense her Grace. She is clearly a nephilim." I said.

Raphael smiled, as if he knew something that he was not telling me. "So you are saying that this nephilim is with the Winchesters? What is her name?" he asked, looking deep into my eyes. I felt as if I needed to answer him. I felt myself going under his control.

"I would assume she is in Dean's custody, and her name is Owl Nymeria Winchester," I told him without batting an eye.

He grin grew wider. I still didn't understand why he was smiling like that. "Castiel, thank you for telling me this. I need you to do me a favor," he said in a gentle voice.

"Anything you wish," I said humbly.

"I need you to keep an eye on the nephilim and make sure that she doesn't fall under the influence of the Winchesters," he commanded.

I nodded. "Is that all?" I asked.

"After you have observed her for a month or two, you will bring her here so that we may determine her value," he grinned.

"As you wish," I said.

"You are not to tell anyone of this, do you understand?" he asked.

"Yes," I nodded stiffly.

"Be sure to get close to her and make sure that she trusts you completely. I want her to trust you more than Dean Winchester. I want you to be able to have her turn against him," he added.

"Of course," I shook my head. It was starting to hurt all of a sudden. I looked at Raphael, who regarded me with a curious and worried gaze. What had just happened? Suddenly my mind had gone blank.

"Are you all right Castiel?" he asked in concern.

I rubbed my head. "Yes, I… I just don't remember coming here."

"That is because you had just arrived," he smiled. His smile seemed forced. It didn't seem genuine at all.

I tried to think about it but my brain was starting to pound against my skull in protest. "Right. I had just arrived…" I repeated.

"So long Castiel," he waved goodbye. He left abruptly leaving me to stand outside. A soft breeze hit my face as I contemplated on what had happened.

I could feel that something was terribly wrong.


And that wraps up chapter 8! Has anyone figured out what has happened? I absolutely love having Raphael as the villain. Honestly he's also a bit fun to write.

So will Dean be able to woo the angel or will he miserably fail? All will be revealed in the next chapter!

~Z