Hi everyone! So this is my first attempt at Supernatural fanfic, so please bear with me. Reviews would be greatly appreciated. As for the new character, well, if you don't like it, don't read. This is meant to be ongoing, but let's just see where it goes.

The angel looked down at the earth and sighed. Sometimes, the earth was an intreguing place. Back during the time of Rome, or when the Mongols had conquored most of Europe and Asia- those were interesting times to watch. But now... The angel sighed again and stepped back from the edge of heaven. Now there was nothing to distract him from his work with the garrison. Deep down, Castiel knew this was a good thing. It meant he could single-mindedly focus on his orders. But still...

The angel was distracted from his thought by the faint sound of wings behind him. "Gabriel," He acknowlaged without turning around. He knew what Gabriel was here to say. He was going to joke with his brother, make fun of him for watching the humans...

"Cas..." Castiel spun around, concerned by the pain in his brother's voice. Gabriel's face was contorted into something Castiel had never seen before on an angel. The look was distressed, close to the look the humans make right before they cry. But angels don't cry.

"Gabriel, what..." Castiel began, when suddenly a searing pain split into his skull. It only lasted a moment, but it left Castiel gasping for breath. Slowly, he lifted his eyes to meet Gabriel's. "What was that?" He asked, panting.

"A new prophet has been born."

Castiel stared at his brother. "But how can that be? The name of every prophet has been engraved in my brain from the moment I was born. There can not just be a new one..."

Gabriel chuckled darkly. "And now there is. I don't know how it happened. I just know that it did. A new prophet was born, against all of fate." Castiel looked into his brain for the new name. It stood out brightly among the rest- a fresh wound among scars.

"Abigail Winchester," he muttered in wonder. Castiel turned once more to face the earth. Maybe the humans of this generation did have something special about them. A prophet without a destiny? It was unheard of.

"Cas," Gabriel muttered, snapping Castiel back to the present. "I am not just here on a social visit." Castiel looked at his brother, tilting his head to the side in the way he did when confused. Gabriel took a deep breath, as if what he were about to say pained him. "You are to be her guardian angel."

Castiel's head snapped up in shock. "Me... But I can't be a guardian angel! And not for a prophet! It's not my place- I'm just a warrior of the lower garrisons... This is a job for an archangel! Surely Michael, or Raphael..."

Gabriel shook his head. "None of them can do this."

Castiel frowned. "What about you? Surely you would be better suited..." He trailed off as another grimace passed across Gabriel's usually cool features.

"No Cas. Please... It must be you." Gabriel was nearly begging now. Castiel looked at his brother, and while he didn't understand why, he knew he had to do this. Gabriel... Gabriel wasn't one to ask for favors. For him to beg... Castiel just nodded, and Gabriel sighed. "Thank you Cas." He muttered, then flew off.

Castiel took another look down at earth, then flew down to go find this Abigail Winchester.

A little while earlier

Down on earth, Gabriel slammed his hands against his skull. He could feel something burning into his brain, a name. A new name on the list of all prophets that, like all other angels, he had branded into his mind since he was created. All prophets; past, present, and future. New names didn't just happen. "How..." he began when another voice stopped him.

"It is our Father's will for there to be a new prophet. And so it is so." Gabriel turned to see another angel standing in the Garden. In the pain of the moment, Gabriel hadn't even noticed the translocation. Now, as the pain subsided and he found himself back in heaven, he was annoyed.

"Joshua," Gabriel said, taking a step towards the other angel, "Why have you brought me here?"

Joshua smiled, but his smile seemed forced. "Our brothers and sisters do not yet know of the new prophet's comming. Only you."

Gabriel held up his hands, half in anger, half in surprise. "Hold it, why me? I thought I made it clear that I want nothing to do with you guys."

Joshua sighed. "Gabriel, you are an archangel. We need someone to be the guardian of this new prophet, and currently, you are the only one avalible."

Gabriel rolled his eyes, fighting back his anger. "I have a better idea. Why don't you and Dad get Lucifer and Michael to stop fighting? Then you have 2 much better qualified candidates." His mind was going a mile a minute. Him? A guardian? He hadn't held that title in many years. Not after the last time... Gabriel pushed those thoughts back. It didn't matter. He was not- could not- be a guardian again.

Joshua laughed. "Ah Gabriel. You always were my favorite. Lucifer, as a guardian?" Gabriel just glared, choosing not to comment. Joshua stopped laughing and continued. "In all seriousness Gabriel, we need to get this figured out. Very soon, all the other angels will know of this new prophet. All of them. Including Lucifer. The girl is going to need a protector- you know what it is like to be caught in Michael and Lucifer's cross-fire." Gabriel looked pointedly at a rose bush, choosing not to comment. Joshua sighed. "You are her Guardian Angel Gabriel, whether you want the position or not. But you don't have to be the only one."

"What do you mean?" Asked Gabriel, his eyes snapping back to face Joshua.

"You do not need to watch out for her at all times. You can choose a... surrogate of sorts. Someone to watch over her day by day." Gabriel's mind immediatly flashed to Castiel- his brother could use a purpose outside of just being a soilder. "But," Joshua continued, his tone growing stern, "If she dies due to you shirking your duties, it will be you and your brother that take the blame." Gabriel held Joshua's glare.

No one was going to touch his brother.

Suddenly Joshua winced, pressing his hands to his head. "Go! Go now! It is starting." Gabriel needed no further prompting.