"You're going to be dead meat once they find out I'm gone."

The little fledgling kicked her feet back and forth in her chair, glaring at the seraph and his two hunters, the angel looked sure of himself, but the two hunters had more sense about them.

"Uh, Cas, not that I'm not down for more help, but uh, are you sure this a good idea? I mean they all seem pretty attached to the kid."

The seraph nodded, folding his hands behind himself, "She will do just fine. Choir angels are known to be able to hypnotize creatures.", he regarded the fledgling handcuffed to the chair before them, the two Winchester brothers exchanged looks behind him, "She will aid us in this next town."

"Sure, I will, right after we become friends, let me know how that goes."

She tugged at the cuff around her little wrist and sighed, "I'd even take dumb Paul over you." The fledgling huffed again and turned away from them. She had no intention of being used as a weapon for someone else's commanding. She only listened to those she liked, and sometimes she bit her tongue when it came to others, but she would never do what this seraph asked her to.

"Cas, are you sure that this is a good idea? I mean I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything, but I don't think anyone wants to be on the bad side of Heaven's Most Terrifying Weapons."

"They will understand. It is for the betterment of the Host."

"Keep telling yourself that.", they turned to look back at their young captive and she met their gazes evenly, fearlessly despite her predicament, confident in that she would be found and they would pay for their overestimation, "Is that what you say when you betray our brothers and sisters?"

"They were harmful to those they- "

"No.", she looked up at him with burning eyes, "No. They didn't fit the universe you created yourself, didn't succumb to having threats and weapons thrown their way by your big bad humans, so you ran them through. Don't make it sound like you did something for the betterment of the Host.", she bit her lip and shook her head, she hadn't told anyone, not a single soul. "I remember you. We all remember you. Whoever doesn't fall in line behind you meets the end of your blade. You call Michael a tyrant, but I don't thin you've looked into the mirror yourself. You killed almost an entire faction!"

"I was under- "

"You chose to take them in. So, you don't get to use that as a shield. You chose to do everything you did, out for your own free will, and you try and use it to gain yourself pity."

Silence fell over them, the seraph's hand twitched, and he spun around to exit the room.

"You're only running away cause I'm right!"

…

"Have you any luck?"

"Guys!", the response to the inquiry was cut off as the Morningstar joined them at long last, he had been searching nearly all morning, and would have continued had the choir angel not told him what he had seen, "Guys I know where she is.", he explained to them how he'd been flagged down by a shy choir angel, how Rahmiel had told him in a soft tone what he had seen, and who had been the one to do such things. His master had thanked him softly and pet his head gently before the younger angel nodded silently and turned to return to what he had been doing. Lucifer had been quick in reaching out for his brothers' locations and calling them to meet, to relay the news he had, and they listened to everything he had to say with full attention.

When he was through, even the Messenger was fuming, and he was rather fond of the foolhardy seraph who's heart was perhaps in the right place.

Michael hummed deep in his throat and nodded to the Morningstar, "I would say that we should go retrieve our fledgling, but we cannot leave for the rebuilding."

"Then how do we get her back?"

"We will send the Powers."

They agreed to that suggestion, they wouldn't back down from any challenge thrown their way, and while they were softhearted with the fledgling, they would beat anyone who touched her with ill will down with harsh precision. Under the archangels themselves they were the next best thing.

Nisroc had immediately agreed to go fetch the Baby Power, rallying the others in behind him, with controlled rage that someone would dare harm their fledgling member while they stood breathing. They saluted the Commanders and disappeared in a flash.

…

"We get it kid." Dean Winchester cut her off gruffly, "You're not a fan."

"Oh, don't get me started on you Winchester. You don't scare me, I've been there and done that, your about as scary as a fly."

Sam set a hand on his brothers' shoulder when it looked like he was going to say something back, "Dean, she's a kid.", he stepped around his brother, "She's probably just scared."

"Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better."

He ignored her and kneeled down, "Those can't be comfortable, do you want me to loosen them?"

She shook her head sharply, "I'd rather them be tight then be indebted to you. Don't touch me. And you're the one who should be scared. You think Castiel can protect you from what's coming?"

And with that she sat back in her chair and crossed her arms as best as she could, refusing to say more, the hunter blinked and slowly back away.

"Dean, I don't think this is a good idea."

"I don't know man. Cas seems to know what he's doing."

They weren't sure just how far their angel was willing to go to force the little kid into helping them, not until he had returned with the crown of spikes that Crowley had used on that other angel kid; Samandriel. Akeelah watched him in fear as he slowly unscrewed the spikes from the crown, the hunters watching in uncertainty, but they did nothing to intervene when he got the last spike released and held it over the young choir angels head, her terrified eyes staring up at it from under him.

"You will help us. You are to serve for the betterment of Mankind."

She watched in horror as the crown was lowered, whimpering in terror when it was settled over her forehead, and he slowly started screwing the spike in the center inwards. The tip just poked into her skin, a small bead of blood dripping down her nose, and she screamed.

It was a high pitched, echoing, scream of terror. It bounced off the tiled walls, loud and harsh, making the humans bend over on themselves in pain. Their hands pressing to their ears, trying to block out the agonizing sound, Castiel back away in surprise, his twisting of the spike halting. The surprise quickly passed, and he began to turn the spike again. Tears spilled from her eyes as the spike slowly turned into her temple, screaming in pain and horror, there was a crash that had him spinning around. His hand reached for his blade and was immediately halted at the tip of a sword pointed right under his chin.

"Nisroc, have you been sent to aid us in this town?"

"I am here to take back what is not yours to take."

The two Winchester brothers were trapped against the wall by two tall Powers, the others flanking their Chief, Akeelah breathed out a relieved sob and reached her hand cuffed hands up for him. His eyes darkened at the sight of their Baby Power with a crown of spikes ready to be drilled into her head, one nearly halfway there.

"Torturing a fledgling is a new low even for you Castiel."

He motioned over his shoulder with his hand and two more broke off, shoulder checking the younger angel as they passed him, causing the edge of the sword to cut into his neck.

Titus knelt in front of her, wiping away the tears with his thumbs, "Be strong Baby Power. We are here now." She nodded as best as she could, watching cross-eyed as he slowly unscrewed the spike in the center and pulled the crown up and off her head. Raguel was next to him, and waiting, to take the little angel into his arms. She sobbed into his shoulder, curling around him as if he were a figment of her imagination. He tucked her head in closer with a gentle hand, and stepped back around to stand behind his Chief, Nisroc raised the sword higher and Castiel was forced to tilt his head back in reaction.

"If you ever touch our Baby Power again there will be nothing left for Father to restore."