Imagine: Balthazar being a father figure to you.
Summary: Aria Loring was a sad teen girl living an orphan's life. What will happen when she sends out a prayer and wakes up a certain snazzy angel? (This is not a romance-themed story).
Aria Loring wasn't your average teenage girl at all. From the view of the average person, she looked well put together. She was very pretty. Bright blue eyes that were drawn out by her dark brown curled hair. She was tall and petite. She always wore a smile on her face, but it was a lie. She was far from a normal teen. Basically going from foster home to foster home her whole life, until a border home for teen girls took her in at thirteen. She was behaved for the most part. Only getting busted once and a while for stealing something from high-end clothing stores. She was in the owner of the boarding house's office yet again. She got caught stealing a pair of shoes from the mall.
"Again Aria, really?" the stuffy woman said pushing her black-rimmed glasses up her nose, "stealing shoes?".
"The were forty dollar wedges," Aria argued, "pretty sure a big company like them wouldn't miss a measly forty bucks,".
"That's not the point Aria," the woman said, "this is your third time being caught stealing in two weeks,".
"And?" Aria asked rolling her eyes.
"Aria, you are doing so well in every other area," she said, "but if the thievery continues we'll have to send you somewhere else,".
"Figures," she said grabbing her bag and standing up, "I'm never wanted too long anywhere anyway," she hurried out of the office before the lady could say any more. Before she knew it she found herself walking toward the same place she always walked to when she was upset. It was a small local park she used to play at when she was little before her mother got hooked on drugs and threw her away. She sat down on the weather-worn bench. The creaking sounds it made soothed her in a way. She stared out at the small pond just across from her. She would find herself wishing for the family that was suppose to be her's. For someone who was suppose to care for her. "If you're out there," she said to no one really, "please find me. Please rescue me," she wiped tears that had slid down her cheeks away, "I can't take this life much more. I'm so tired of being thrown here and there. Please, find me,". She knew the prayer or plead wouldn't get answered, but she said it every time she sat at the park. Then she would just silently let tears fall until they ran dry. She wiped the tears off her cheek once more, grabbed her bag, and headed back to her temporary home.
A few days later…
Balthazar was confused. He had woken up in his old vessel. It was like he had never died. All he knew was he heard someone's prayer and he had to find them. Confused he did the only thing he could think of and that was to go to his brother Castiel. Castiel and the boys were sitting in the bunker library when there was a knock on the door and Jack said he would check it. A few minutes later Jack walked in. "Castiel, they asked for you," he said.
"Who?" Dean asked.
"Me," Balthazar said walking in.
"It can't be," Sam said, "you're dead,".
"I was," Balthazar said, "but a prayer I believe woke me up,".
"Who prayed?" Castiel asked.
"I have no idea," Balthazar said. Castiel couldn't help, but feel guilty for the past.
"Dean, Sam can you give us a minute alone?" Castiel asked. The brothers agreed and made Jack tag along as they left the library. "Balthazar," he started, but the snazzy angel held up his hand.
"It's in the past Cas," Balthazar said.
"That does not make what I did right at all," Castiel said.
"All is forgiven," he said, "so tell me what all I've missed,". Castiel sat with his fellow angel brother and told him everything that happened.
"So that young boy who answered the door," he said, "is Luci's son?" Castiel nodded.
"Yes, we're still learning of his powers and abilities," Castiel said. Balthazar stayed at the bunker for a few days getting use to everything again. He and Castiel were hanging around the library when he heard that same prayer again. Castiel noticed the weird look on his face. "Are you ok?" he asked.
"I can hear the prayer again," he said.
"Follow it," Castiel said, "you were clearly meant to answer it,".
"It was nice to catch up Cas," Balthazar said shaking his brother's hand and fluttering off. Balthazar soon found himself in a park. He looked around and didn't notice anyone except for a young girl sitting alone on a bench. She looked sad. He wasn't sure how, but he was sure she was the one who's prayer brought him back. He walked over to her. "Mind if I sit here?" he asked. She looked up at him and he could see the sadness clouded in her blue eyes. Aria looked the stranger over. He was older, but she didn't feel any creeper vibes from him. He had blue eyes and short wavy dark blond hair. His accent caught her attention most. It sounded like a mix of British and French.
"Um, sure," she said. He sat beside her and looked out over the park.
"I don't mean to pry," he said, "but why is a young girl here alone?".
"I'm always alone," Aria said, "story of my life,".
"What do you mean?" he asked. It was a strange feeling to him, but for some reason Balthazar actually found himself caring about the young human. She explained her life to him and how she just wishes she could escape it all somehow. Balthazar sat there listening until she was done. "What if I told you the prayer you sent out was about to be answered?".