A/N: So this chapter is really kind of a filler but there is a kind of important scene towards the end that I hope you all will like. But, the next chapter is The French Mistake so I hope you all are excited for that! Now let's get on with the chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural


Pulling down the bottom hem of her shirt, Natalie's face cringed out into an expression of pain as she pulled her shirt down a little to much that it rubbed against her stitches. In a slow and careful movement, Natalie reached for her jacket that was resting on the bed and slowly pulled it off of the bed.

The door to the room opened and Clara walked in her brows furrowing at Natalie up on her feet. "Did you get dressed by yourself?"

Natalie stopped and slowly turned to look at Clara. "Yeah."

Clara huffed and walked over to her and took the jacket from Natalie. "I told you to wait until I came back. You shouldn't be moving to much with that wound."

Natalie closed her eyes and groaned in her protest. "I can get dressed myself. I've done it plenty times while I was injured."

Clara pursed her lips, deciding not to argue with her. "Come on." She held open the jacket, motioning for Natalie to turn around and slide her arms through.

Natalie turned her back towards Clara and put her left arm halfway through before Clara met her by pulling the sleeve the rest of the way up and the same went with her right arm.

"How are you feeling regardless?" Clara went onto ask as she straightened out the back of Natalie's jacket.

"I'm just glad to be leaving this hospital."

"Well, I'm taking you over to the motel. I got your things in my room and you can rest there until we're ready to head out."

Natalie's brows furrowed and she turned to Clara. "Head out where?"

"I was gonna take you back home. Just for a little bit. Until you're ready to get back on the road. Plus, Mari wants to see you."

Natalie nodded. "Did you tell Sam and Dean that?"

"Of course I did. They're welcome to come with us if you want."

Natalie nodded again, but then pressed her hand up to her forehead. "I haven't talked to Bobby since I woke up. It's been a few days."

Clara gave Natalie a small smile. "Bobby understands. If you want, when you get to the motel you can call him. I've talked to him, given him updates. He's well informed on your condition."

Clara turned and brought the wheelchair over to Natalie and stationed it in front of her. Natalie gave the object a disdain look, this was the third time she would have to be in one of those damn things.

Natalie, instead of putting up a fuss, walked over and slowly lowered herself down. "Where's Sam and Dean?"

Once Natalie was situated in the chair, Clara picked up the bag from the bed and gently set it in Natalie's lap. "They're running a few errands. They'll meet you at the motel though, so you don't have to worry about that."

Clara pushed the wheelchair out of the room and went on down the hallway. "So, everything fine with you and the boys?"

Natalie looked up at Clara and then back forward before giving a shrug. "Yeah. Why?"

"Well, they were worried about you."

"They're always worried about me." Natalie quietly commented.

"Yeah and the same goes for you with them."

"Everything's fine."

Clara's brows raised at the blatant tone in Natalie's voice and she pursed her lips together. "Okay, what happened?"

Natalie quickly looked up at Clara, giving her a curious look.

Clara only huffed out a breath and slightly rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, I know something's up with that tone in your voice? What happened?"

Natalie shook her head. "It's nothing, it's just...remember that night when Sam and Dean came over to David and Jake's...and I, tortured that demon." Natalie explained, her tone lowering towards the end.

"Of course I remember." Clara answered, her voice giving away that she remembered it all to well.

"Well, Sam was starting to remember it and Dean told him. That was the one thing I didn't want Sam to remember...but, he found out regardless."

"Did you two talk about?"

Natalie answered with only a nod.

"And what did Sam say?"

Letting out a breath, Natalie began to play with one of the straps on the bag. "He wasn't angry, but, he just wanted to know why...and I explained it to him."

Clara gave her niece a curious look. "Well, then that's good right? I mean the past couple of days you two have just been...fine."

"No, I know, it's just...he's always going to remember that I did that. I just wished that he didn't."

"Sam understands Nad." Clara began, as they both finally made it out into the main lobby and headed for the main doors. "I'm pretty sure Sam and Dean have done their fairs share of things that aren't the nicest acts in the world. But, you haven't tortured since then, have you?"

"No. Of course I haven't." Natalie replied, sounding a little disgusted that Clara would even ask her that.

"Then you don't have to worry about that anymore."

Finally reaching outside, Natalie took in a breath, glad to breathe in air that wasn't filled with the smell of the hospital. Moving her one foot out in front of her, she managed to stop the wheelchair from moving anymore, which made Clara a little confused.

"Okay." Natalie pressed her hands on the chair handles and pushed herself up. "We are out of the hospital, which means, I don't have to sit in that thing for any longer."

"Nad. I think you should just let me wheel you to the car." Clara said, hoping to get Natalie to sit back down.

Instead, Natalie only waved her Aunt off and shook her head. "No. I can handle a little simple walk on my own. Just, go ahead take that back in the hospital and I'll meet you at the car."

Clara watched as Natalie slowly began her walk to the car and she couldn't help but sigh. "You could at least wait until I get back, then I can help you to the car."

Natalie once again waved her hand back at Clara, but, continued on with her walking. "I'll be fine. Don't worry."

Clara sighed out her relent and turned around, wheeling the chair back into the hospital.

Natalie winced slightly when she felt that her stitches were being pulled just slightly and pressed her hand against her side, making sure to keep a slow and even pace. Walking towards the parking lot, Natalie couldn't help the feeling that someone was watching her. Most likely it might have been a hospital worker keeping an eye on her, but this felt different.

Out of the corner of her eye, Natalie could see someone standing on the sidewalk near the hospital, not that far from her. Finally allowing herself the moment, Natalie turned her gaze over to that direction and spotted a young man in a dark coat, staring at her. Her brows furrowed as their eyes met and if he was trying to seem threatening, he wasn't doing a very good job. Was she cautious? Of course. But, she didn't feel anything other than that. But, that doesn't mean she would want this guy following her wherever she went.

Natalie took a step towards his direction when the sudden loud siren from an ambulance broke her eye contact on him. The vehicle sped past her, towards the hospital exit and drove down the road. Natalie's eyes followed the vehicle until it disappeared down the road and when she looked back, she found the man was gone.

Immediately, her eyes scanned over the area near the hospital and then she turned around back towards the parking lot, seeing a few people getting in their cars, but not the man she had just seen. Her mouth opened in thought and then she closed it, pursing her lips together in the process.

"You're seeing things." Natalie quietly said to herself. "The meds are probably still messing with your head." Natalie nodded in her own approval and acceptance of her own reassurance and cleared her throat. Just get to the car.


Natalie pushed open the motel door and breathed out a relieved sigh as she walked into the room. "Finally. At the motel."

"Maybe you should relax. Maybe get some more rest." Clara suggested.

Natalie let out a faint laugh and turned towards her bag that was resting on the bed. "The first thing I'm doing is taking a shower." She turned to Clara and saw the look on her face. "I still smell like hospital and I hate it."

Clara narrowed her eyes at Natalie. Since they had left the hospital Natalie seemed a little quiet, not saying much and she seemed very unsure. "Nad. Are you alright?"

Natalie looked up at Clara with wide eyes and finally nodded her head. "Yeah. Why?"

"You just seem a little..." Clara shrugged her shoulders. "Just seem a little off. Is there something wrong? You feel okay?"

"Yeah. No. I mean, I'm fine, really. Just I guess a little tired that's all."

The skeptical look on Clara's face was the only thing that Natalie had to go on to know that she didn't believe her. Not wanting to really grill into her about it, Clara eventually nodded, giving Natalie some kind of relief that she wouldn't have to explain what she saw at the hospital.

"Well, if you're tired then you should get some rest when you get done with your shower. You hungry?"

Natalie pouted her lips in thought and gave a half shrug. "I guess. Been eating nothing but hospital food for the past couple of days."

"Okay. I'll go get you something." Clara turned back towards the door and opened it, but stopped halfway out and looked back at Natalie. "Just promise you won't try and do anything. Just take your shower and relax."

Natalie gave Clara a cheeky smile and nodded. "All right. Will do."

….

Natalie walked out of the bathroom drying her hair with a towel when her phone on the table began to go off. Walking over, Natalie picked up her phone and answered the call.

"Hey, Bobby."

"Well, it's nice to actually be able to talk to you now."

Natalie cringed faintly. "Yeah, sorry about not calling you while I was in the hospital. I was just-"

"You don't need to explain it to me Nad. Getting updates from your Aunt was better than not getting anything. So, how are you feeling?"

"Uh. I feel fine. Weak and tired, but, I'm fine."

"How do you feel now that it's over? You don't have to worry about him anymore."

Natalie walked over to the bed and sat down, setting the towel down next to her on the bed and ran a hand through her wet hair. "I haven't really actually thought about it. Sam and Dean have done a good job keeping my mind off that for the past couple of days." Natalie paused, as she began to think back on the events and didn't really know what to make of it.

"I really don't know how I feel. Relieved. I guess that's one word. Like you said, I don't need to worry about him anymore. It's just kinda weird to think that...he's gone."

"I know. You and your Aunt have been hunting down his ass for more than a year. I mean that's all you've been really worried about and to think that it's just over...it's hard to grasp, isn't it?"

Natalie nodded and faintly smiled at his words. "Yeah. That's exactly it."

"I'm just glad that you don't have to mess around with it anymore. Where's everyone?"

Natalie sighed. "Um. Aunt Clara went to get food and Sam and Dean were running errands when I left the hospital. Not sure when they'll be back. But, I'm guessing Aunt Clara told you that she was taking me home for a little bit, until I'm ready to get back on the road."

"Yeah, she told me. I think it'll do you good to take some time."

"Yeah." Natalie pursed her lips and cleared her throat. "Enough about me. How have you been Bobby?"

"What you gonna try and change the subject around?"

Natalie smiled. "Seriously. How have you been Bobby?"

"Fine, I guess. Nothing has been happening much over the past week."

Natalie stood up from the bed and walked back over to the table that was next to the window and when she looked Natalie felt her body freeze. The same man she had seen back at the hospital was standing across the motel parking lot...looking at her.

"Nad? You there?"

Natalie shook her head. "Yeah. Bobby, sorry. Hey, I gotta call you back okay?" Natalie ended the call quickly, before she could hear Bobby's response.

Sliding her phone into her pocket and grabbing her jacket from the chair, Natalie slid it on. Before stepping out of the motel room, Natalie pulled out her gun from her bag and slid it in the back of her pants and pulled her jacket back down. Stepping out of the room, she looked back across the street and saw that he was still standing there. Maybe he won't disappear this time.

Natalie pulled her jacket closer to her body and walked across the parking lot and the closer she got to him she realized that he wasn't going to leave. Or maybe by the time she gets close to him, something will catch her attention and then he'll leave then. If that happens Natalie will literally think she is going insane.

Finally reaching him, Natalie slowed her pace until she was standing just a few feet away from him and her eyes narrowed as she scanned him up and down. He looks pretty real.

Looking up, Natalie's eyes finally landed on his face, his expression unchanged and due to this, she couldn't come up with any kind of theory so to what he might be thinking. On instinct, Natalie slowly moved her hand towards the back of her pants, her fingers brushing against the handle of her gun.

"That won't be necessary." The man finally spoke.

Natalie blinked several times, not expecting him to speak and ultimately, decided to leave her hand where it was. "Yeah, well, the same stranger I saw staring at me at the hospital is now standing outside my motel room. Sorry if I'm a little on edge about that."

"I would never do anything to hurt you."

Natalie kept her gaze fixed on him, her expression not changing as her thoughts began to go wild. "Who are you?"

"My name is Caden." He said, taking on a tone of some kind of relief.

Natalie slowly nodded. "And with how you disappeared on me like that at the hospital I can guess that you are..."

"An angel."

Natalie's brows raised as she let out a laugh. "An angel, right. Like I haven't encountered those before. Nice suit." Natalie finished pointing at him.

Caden looked down at himself and pulled at his coat. "Ah. My vessel. A very loyal young man and very devoted to his faith."

"I actually feel bad for him." Natalie faintly cringed, hating the whole idea of humans being taken over by something more powerful. Whether it was a demon or an angel, she hated the whole concept. "So, this may just be a shot in the dark here, did you have anything to do with my concussion suddenly going away?"

Caden looked up at Natalie and gave a curt nod. "Yes. That was me."

"And, just curious hope you don't mind me asking, why did you do that?"

Caden's eyes scanned over Natalie's face, giving a look that was being driven by intense thoughts. "Is it wrong that I possibly just wanted to help you?"

Natalie let out a laugh and nodded. "From what I've seen, a lot of angels don't just do things out of the goodness of their hearts."

Natalie could see an expression of understanding wash over Caden's features as he slowly nodded his head. "I know that my brothers can often times be...a little unwelcoming."

"A little?" Natalie scoffed out. "That is definitely an understatement."

Caden tilted his head at her. "You really don't trust angels do you?"

"From my experience, you would understand why I don't."

"And yet you still trust one of us." Caden responded and Natalie could only answer him with silence. "Castiel has become someone you trust. Perhaps even a good friend."

Natalie folded her arms over her chest. "Cas is different."

"And how exactly is he any different?"

"It was a gradual learning process for him. He was on your side at first and then he decided to help us. It wasn't just an overnight thing for him. But, this. A random angel coming into a room and helping some random person...never really had that experience before."

"Who said that you were just a random person to me?" Caden questioned.

Natalie narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips together. "Okay, then. Sam and Dean prayed for Cas to help me and he never came. So, did he send you to help me then?"

"No." Caden replied. "Castiel is dealing with a lot in heaven right now. It's complete chaos. The split between the angels is growing in numbers and the tension between these two parties is overwhelming. It actually doesn't surprise me that he didn't answer those prayers. But, I knew about your condition and I wanted to help in the most minimal and effective way that I could."

"By getting rid of my concussion." Caden nodded at Natalie's words. "Why just the concussion? Why didn't you just heal me completely?"

"I couldn't risk you all getting to suspicious."

Natalie huffed out a laugh at his response. "And a disappearing concussion isn't suspicious in your opinion?"

"It's better than having you all baffled at how all of your injuries suddenly just...disappeared. Concussions are not that to complex to allow something like this to slide. From what I was able to observe from that night when I came to your room, the Winchesters only wanted one thing. Therefore, my main goal was to get you to wake up. I knew if you did, then you would be able to pull through."

"So, what are you like...my guardian angel or something?" Natalie quickly questioned.

Caden smirked, though it was so faint, Natalie didn't even catch it. "If that's what you want to think of me as, so be it."

"And what side are you on?" Natalie asked. "In this whole civil war thing happening in Heaven. Who are you betting on?"

Caden allowed his gaze to fall and for the first time, Natalie felt like she had been able to strike something in him. Castiel was the only angel she knew who could exert close to human emotions. But, Caden was someone new. Most likely he wasn't that knowledgeable on what emotions were.

"As of right now, I suppose I'm not on either side. This whole mess has just escalated since Michael got trapped in the cage. I suppose you can say that I just want it all to be over."

"I get that feeling." Natalie commented, more with sympathy than anything else. "So, I never really got the answer that I was looking for." Natalie said as she stepped closer to him. "Why did you help me?"

"Because you have a great importance, Natalie. And I feel it is my task to make sure that you are safe."

Natalie nodded as she thought back to what Death had told her. "Your not the first person to tell me that. You're an angel, which means you might know something that I don't. Does something happen to me? At any given time in the future."

Caden gave her a curious look. "If I did know...I wouldn't be able to tell you. But, I don't."

If he was lying, then he was doing a damn good job at that, but, if he is telling the truth, then that doesn't give Natalie any kind of comfort. Death's warning was still on high alert with her and it seems that no one will be able to help her understand what he meant. Natalie nodded her acceptance and stepped away from him.

Caden gazed at her for only a moment longer before he began to scan the area. "I must go."

Natalie quickly looked back up at him.

"And also, I know that you are going to tell the Winchesters about me and what I did. But, you can tell them that I am no threat to you or to them. I will help you in any way that I can Natalie. Remember that. This will not be the last time we meet."

Natalie watched him silently, only giving him one last nod, before he disappeared. Now that she was alone, Natalie huffed out a breath and washed a hand down her face. "Another angel. What is going on here?"


So how did you all like it? I know nothing really happened in this chapter, it was just a small one so that I could finish up Natalie's hospital stay and this whole Elias arch. Though she finally got to meet the person who cured her and he will be playing a role in her story arch as well. I am not sure when I will have him back in again, but if you guys have any ideas I am always open to them.

How do you like Caden so far? Do you trust him or nah? Let me know! I will have the next chapter up tomorrow so look out for that! until next time! Xx