Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, other than Brielle and anyone else I make up. I asked Santa for the boys for Christmas, but as of right now, I still don't own them. We'll just have to wait and see what tomorrow holds.

The ride back to the Brielle's house was pretty uneventful. Although she had been unconscious for four days, she was still exhausted and slept nearly all of the 6 hour trip.

Castiel hadn't made an appearance since him and John's blow up, but unbeknownst to the Winchesters and Bobby, he was visiting with Brielle while she was sleeping.

As they pulled into Brielle's garage, John carefully took Brielle out of the backseat, as not to wake her up. He was about to carry her to her room, when she slowly stirred awake in his arms.

"Dad. What's going on?" She asked groggily.

"We're at your house Brielle. Just go back to sleep okay, we'll talk in the morning."

"Wait…you need to know where to stay. Your rooms down there. The angels helped me decorate it before you…passed on." She said weakly, as she pointed to the room at the end of the hall that she had skipped during Sam and Dean's tour of the house.

John nodded, as he walked over to the door and opened it, and was completely taken aback by what he saw. His room was decorated to suit him, just like the boys' rooms had been. He looked around and saw a bulletin board to post research on, a new journal, and pictures of the boys and him when they were little.

He was about to thank her and ask her about the room, but stopped when he looked down and realized that she was asleep again.

He carefully carried her to her room, placed her on the bed then tucked her in. He smiled at his slumbering daughter.

"Goodnight Princess, sweet dreams." He said, as he bent down and gently kissed her on the forehead.

He quietly closed the door behind him as he walked to the kitchen. Dean handed him a beer, which he gladly accepted.

"Long day, huh."

"Long week more like it."

Bobby nodded. "Well, I hate to cut our little party short boys, but I'm exhausted. Anyone know where I can stay?"

"There's a guestroom down the hall next to my room, Bobby. It's on the left." Sam said.

Bobby nodded, as he stood up from his chair and headed to his room.

Dean looked at his Dad. "Dad, do you really think that Brielle was right? That the demons will come after her?"

"I don't know son, but if they try, they aren't getting in this house, because the way she described it, it's basically evil-proof. And two, we'll just kill 'em if they come anywhere near her."

Sam and Dean nodded, completely agreeing with their Dad.

John smiled. "Come on boys, let's get some sleep. We're going to need it."

The boys did as they were told and headed to their rooms.

John was headed that way, when he saw what looked like a senior picture of Brielle on a bookshelf. He thought for a moment, then smiled as he took the picture from its place and walked back to his room. He found the cabinet that had the picture of him and the boys on it, then placed Brielle's picture next to it.

He then crawled into bed and slept soundly for the first time since he had come back.

The next two days went by pretty uneventfully, with Brielle staying in her room, resting the entire time, while the guys did research to try to find the colt.

The third day, however, John was abruptly awoken from his sleep by some insanely loud music coming from the basement.

"What in the world?" He mumbled, as he looked at the alarm clock, which read 6:45. He slowly slung his legs over the bed and groggily walked to the door. As he entered the hallway, he saw Dean, Sam, and Bobby looking bewildered at each other.

"An idea what's going on?" Sam asked, wiping at his eyes.

"Not a clue, but I swear, I throwing that stereo into the fireplace." Dean said, obviously the least morning person of the group.

The group slowly made its way to the basement doors and walked downstairs. As they did the lyrics to the song became clear.

I'd take a bullet for you.

Bleed all my blood out for you.

Be taken hostage

Under the knife's edge

Pay all the ransom for you.

Do the hard time for you.

(oh-oh)

Under bright lights for you

(oh-oh)

Bring on the pain, yeah

The ball and chain, yeah.

Be executed for you.

I'll cover for you

Take the hit

I'm your alibi

I've got your back.

I'm living everyday just to die.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, they saw Brielle sparring with a large muscular man that they'd never seen before, as Castiel looked on. The stranger was tall, with dark, buzz cut hair. He had sky blue eyes and looked like he was probably a linebacker at one point in time in his life.

The male hunters barely noticed him though. Instead, they couldn't believe what they were seeing from Brielle. The boys had seen a glimpse of her fighting ability before, but they didn't remember her fighting this gracefully. It seemed as though she dodged nearly every blow that the large man sent her way, and also had a counter attack too.

John couldn't help but beam with pride at his daughter. Most of the marines he had served with would have trouble fighting her.

Finally, after watching a good three minutes, during which the boys were not noticed, Brielle finally gained the upper-hand, and took the guys legs out from underneath him. She then knelt down, placing a knee on his chest, and pulled her right arm back, as if she was about to punch him, but didn't. Instead she stood up, and helped the man up.

"Good. But still not good enough. Again." The mystery man said, as he dusted himself off.

"Guilo, we've been at this for like twenty minutes. Please, I'm tired and still really sore. I don't think I can fight anymore." Brielle protested, while absentmindedly clutching her ribs. She wasn't trying to whine, but she was in a great deal of pain, had been since they started, but had just fought through it. She just couldn't anymore.

"Do you think that the demons are going to care that you're sore? That you're tired? No! They will attack with greater intensity. You can't show weakness. You must fight through it. Now, again!" He demanded, getting into a fighting stance.

"I believe she said you were done." Dean hissed, as he and the other stepped forward.

The man whom Brielle had called Guilo turned and glared at the small group of hunters. "This does not concern you. Now, leave us so we can continue our training."

"One, she's family, so it does concern us. And two, if she said you're done, then you're done. Understood?" Sam said, crossing his arms.

"She's weak. She needs to train. The demons…"

"We'll handle the demons. And of course she's weak. She just woke up from being unconscious for four days after being tortured and in a car wreck. She has broken ribs and more stitches in her gut than I can count. She shouldn't even be out of bed, let alone sparring. She's done, and that's final." John said.

"What gives you the right…" Guilo spat out, taking a few steps towards John.

"I'm her father. That's what gives me the right." John said while matching Guilo's actions until the two were toe-to-toe, with Sam and Dean flanking their father.

"Bobby, Castiel. Some help." Brielle said, appealing to the only two in the room who were still calm. The two stepped forward and pulled their respective friends apart.

"Simmer down there John. You don't even know who or what you're dealing with her. You too boys." Bobby pleaded, pushing John back, standing between him and Guilo.

"Brother. You must remain calm. These hunters are all very important." Castiel said, almost mirroring Bobby's actions.

"Well, now does everyone agree to play nice?" Brielle asked in a school-teacher type manner.

The Winchester men all reluctantly nodded, and then she turned to Guilo, who continued to glare at John.

"That means you too, G-Lo."

He rolled his eyes and nodded, before she continued.

"Guilo, this is my family. Guys, this is Guilo. Guilo is one of the angels that's been training me for as long as I can remember. We were just brushing up on some fighting skills."

"Brielle, honey, that's really dangerous. You have stitches and broken ribs. You could hurt yourself worse." John's fatherly tone clearly showed his concern.

"Dad. I know. I didn't even want to train, but you can't really fight with angels, you know?"

"Wait. Chuckles made you spar? After you told him you were too sore? You son of a..." Dean began towards Guilo until Bobby grabbed him and stopped him, restraining him from doing anything dangerous or stupid.

"Look, everyone just needs to calm down. Guilo just forgets sometime about how frail I am because I'm human. I asked to be treated like any angel in the garrison a long time ago. He just doesn't realize when that request should be ignored."

She turned to the large man. "Guilo, they're right. My ribs are on fire and I probably busted a stitch or two." She looked down and noticed a small amount of blood showing through her shirt.

"Yep, sure did. I know you mean well and are trying to prevent what just happened from ever happening again, but we're going to have to wait until I get my powers back to get training again. Besides, I've got to honor my father. That's the rules and you know it. Our boss wrote the book."

Guilo gave John and the boys a hateful look, to which Brielle took in a sharp breath. "Guilo, same rules apply to you that apply to any angel. Mess with my family or threaten them in any way and I will take them out. Keep giving them that look, I'm gonna take as a threat, and stab you in your face."

He sighed then nodded. He didn't take Brielle's threats personally, but he knew that she would protect her family at all cost. In fact, that was one of the things that let him know he would never have to worry about her fighting for the other side, like some angels had done. "As you wish Brielle. Castiel will let me know when you are healthy again."

After he spoke, he disappeared and Bobby relaxed his position. He instantly regretted it though, as John rushed forward and grabbed Castiel by his collar and got in his face, giving the boys déjà vu from the scene at the hotel days before.

"Are you crazy? You saw Brielle in that hotel room. You know how bad she was hurt and you just sat by and watch her put herself in danger yet again? Are you nuts?"

"My orders have always been to make sure she's ready for this war."

"Screw you and your orders. Are they more important to you than her or something? Because, in the short time I've known you, that's sure how it seems."

"I can't expect you to understand the inner workings of the Heavenly Host."

"I think I've got a pretty good idea. You just use us humans like little pawns in your chest game. Well, I for one, hate games, so you can take that chess board and shove it up your…"

Brielle, who didn't know about the brewing animosity between her Dad and Castiel, stood in shock for a few moments, before finally running between them and separating them.

"Alright, everyone needs to take the testosterone level down a notch, okay? Seriously, we can't start arguing amongst ourselves. Cass, Dad is just concerned. Dad, I'm fine. Castiel wouldn't let me get hurt. I'm alive and well, and so is everyone else, so let's just cool it, okay?"

"Fine." John bitterly hissed, as he removed his hands from Castiel.

Castiel looked at Brielle. "I must go meet with some other rogue angels about a plan of action. We believe that your strong bond with Michael along with your prominent role in the upcoming days may reunite the host, Brielle."

She smiled. "That's great Cass. Keep me posted."

He nodded before disappearing.

Brielle sighed then looked over at her Dad. "Are you always this overprotective?"

He nodded, as he slung an arm over her shoulders and led her up the stairs. "Yep, guess you're just going to have to get used to it." He said, chuckling.

She laughed a little too, but the action caused pain in her ribs, which were already sore from the recent events, so she kept the laughing to a minimum.

The boys groggily looked at the others. "Well, I didn't get to bed until late last night, so I'm going to catch a little bit more shut eye." Dean said, retreating to his room.

"That sounds like an excellent idea. I'll see you guys in a few hours." Sam followed Dean out of the room and down the hall.

Bobby grumbled something incoherently, as he trudged off to his room, causing John to snicker.

"You going back to bed too?" He asked Brielle.

"Nah. I'm too awake to go back to bed. Heck, it seems like I've been sleeping for six days straight."

"Well, after I fix those stitches you busted, do you want to go get some breakfast then? I'm too wired to sleep too, and if memory serves me correctly, there's a diner not too far from here."

Brielle grinned widely. "That sounds great Dad. Just let me get changed and we can head out."

After both Winchesters had changed, and John fixed Brielle's stitches, they climbed into the Impala and headed towards the diner. It was only about a 5 minute ride, most of which was just spent with Brielle singing along to "Don't Stop Believin' which had been on the radio when they got in. John smiled to himself, glad that his daughter was already so comfortable around him.

They walked into the diner and took a seat in a corner booth. A few moments later, a middle-aged and slightly overweight waitress with dark hair came to take their orders.

"Hey Brielle. Haven't seen you around here in a while. How have you been? And how is that cute foster father of yours. I miss seeing him around here."

"Hey Becky. I know it's been forever. I've been really busy, what with college applications and such. Carl's fine, he's just a little under the weather."

"Well, you tell him that when he gets feeling better, he can come by for some chicken soup on the house."

"Will do. Thanks."

"Good. Oh, and who is this handsome fella' with ya?" She asked, eyeballing John.

"Becky. This is my real Dad, John."

"Oh wow, it's a pleasure to meet you." She said, smiling warmly.

"Well, I'm sure you guys are tired of gabbing with me. What can I get you? Brielle, you want the usual? Chocolate chip pancakes with a side of bacon and a glass of milk?"

"You got it."

"And for you, John?"

"I'll take the same, only I'll take coffee with mine."

Becky nodded before leaving with their order in hand.

"Carl?"

"Castiel. Had to come up with a more common name for him." She explained, as John nodded with understanding.

"John? John Winchester?" A voice questioningly asked from behind them.

John and Brielle looked simultaneously and saw a big burly man standing shocked before them.

"Why I don't believe it. Dustin West? How the heck are ya?" John asked, shaking the man's hand."

"I'm doing great Johnny boy. But, I thought you were dead? What happened?"

"Well, it's a long story. But basically, I got into some deep crap and hand to fly under the radar the last few years. Had to make some people around here think I was dead then got the heck out of dodge on the first thing smokin'. But, now that everything is going on, with the apocalypse and all, I figured I need to come back and help my boys, who think they can single handily stop this thing."

He lied, not wanting to have to explain his involvement with the angels. He knew that a lot of the hunters heard what happened with Sam through the grapevine, and they blamed the angels. He was not prepared to open that can of worms

"Oh, sorry, I'm being rude. Dusty, this is my daughter, Brielle."

Brielle stuck her hand out towards him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." She politely said.

Dustin, however, just stared at her.

"Are you alright Mr. West?" She asked, concerned.

"Brielle. Eva's daughter. I've heard of you. You're one of them, aren't you?"

"Excuse me? One of what?" She asked, confused.

Suddenly, the guy pulled a gun on her and pointed it right between her eyes.

"Dusty! What are you doing!?!" John yelled, standing up to rush at him.

"Sit down and shut up or I'll shoot her right now." He hissed.

John sat down and put her hands up, showing he was cooperating.

"Why Dusty? Just tell me what you want?" He said, as he saw people running out of the dinner, while some people, whom he recognized as hunters, walked towards them.

"She's one of them. One of the angels. They tricked us, and now it's the end of the world." He hissed, as he motioned Brielle out of the booth.

She walked backward with her hands up, looking at her Dad, scared about what to do next.

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