Three Men, an Angel and a Teenager! – Chapter 2

Dean watched as the young angel, well he assumed she was an angel, peered intently at Sam before saying "and where the hell is his soul?"

He glanced at Sam, who was watching her with apprehension, his hands clenched at his sides as if ready to strike out at any moment. Catching his eye Dean shook his head to let him know that he was not to attack her. He couldn't shake the feeling that he knew her, there was something familiar about her, about the way she walked slowly over to Sam and peered at him with those bright blue eyes. Thinking back to the scene in the monster prison he thought besides she could probably kick his giant ass.

She stopped about a foot away from him, her raised hand hovering at chest level. She glanced away from his chest and met his eyes "How can you live like this? Don't you feel empty?" she asked sorrow lacing every word.

Sam stepped back from the girl, his whole body tense; he didn't know how he was expected to react.

"I won't hurt you Sammy."

"Step away from him!"

The young angel dropped her hand, and then turned abruptly away from Sam to face Cas, a wide smile on her face; the smile slipped slightly as she noticed that Cas was standing with his arm around Meg holding her up. Oh oh! Dean thought, if she was on Cas's team then she wasn't going to be happy if she finds out about his tonsil hockey with the demon, hell he could barely believe Cas's actions back in the monster prison.

Stepping in Dean raised a hand to Cas "Hey Cas, you're back. Look who turned up to help out?"

Castiel let go of Meg and walked over to the young angel his eyes serious as he stopped in front of her, his sword in his hand "Who are you?"

Letting out a giggle, she stepped back, hands raised "That's a very complicated story and I'd really rather not discuss it with the demon here."

"I will not ask again, tell me or I will lay you to waste."

Dean watched as she visibly deflated at Cas's tone, the air of confidence that had surrounded her since she had banished the demons falling off of her; leaving a scared little girl in her place.

Stepping in he placed a hand on Cas's shoulder "Come on Cas man, you're scaring her."

"I find that highly doubtful Dean." Castiel said, his eyes unblinking as he stared at her "She is not as she appears. You would be wise not to trust her."

A flash of hurt passed over the young angels face as she regarded Castiel; Dean had never seen an angel show as much emotion as this one was giving off.

"Come on Cas man, she saved our asses back there, banished Crowley and kicked a bit of demon ass." Dean said as he stepped in between Cas and the unknown angel. For some reason his protective instincts had kicked in and he didn't want Cas hurting her.

"She is an abomination-"

"No I'm not" she interrupted insulted "I'm unique, Father made me."

Dean turned to the girl, angel dammit! who now looked like she was going to cry, another thing he had never seen an angel do "It's okay sweetheart, maybe if you tell us your name and explain Cas here will take the stick out of his ass and be nice."

Lips twitching as she looked again at Cas, her eyes once again lighting up "Yeah, I had heard about that, but I never really believed it..." she turned to Cas and said sullenly "I'll only tell you if the demon goes."

Castiel turned to Meg and nodded.

"Be seeing you Clarence, oh and keep up the kissing lessons you're doing great A plus." Meg said as she disappeared.

"You kissed her!"

"Oh oh, Cas I take it kissing demons doesn't go down well upstairs?"

Sam and Dean watched as she stalked over to Cas and struck him square on the chest with the palm of her hand causing him to stumble back a few feet.

"You kissed her, how could you do that you son of a bitch!" She shouted, her whole body quivering with restrained rage.

Castiel straightened up and stepped towards her, his sword in his hand a clear indication that she had pissed off the nerd angel and was about to get her ass kicked.

Once again Dean stepped in between them "Okay, that's enough both of you calm down!"

Dean watched astounded as the young angels face crumpled and fat tears fell from her eyes as she looked at Cas.

"Hey sweetheart don't cry." Dean said as he reached out a hand towards the now sobbing angel.

"I... I don't understand how you could do that?" she cried as she looked at Cas, before turning to Dean and throwing herself into his arms saying "How could you let him do that Dee?"

Dean patted her back awkwardly and looked over at Sam, who was watching the scene dispassionately. As if he didn't have enough on his plate with replicant Sam having no emotions, he now had an over emotional teenage angel clinging to him like he was a lifeline.

"Okay why don't we all get out of here and find someplace to talk that's not crawling with demons and monsters."

Nodding the young angel pulled away and wiped roughly at her eyes before throwing a hurt look in Cas's direction. Dean didn't know what the hell was going on between those two, but he intended to find out "Okay Cas, no laying to waste until she's had a chance to explain. Okay."

Nodding in a fashion eerily similar to the young angel he put his sword away and disappeared, reappearing in the back seat of the Impala.

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Mary sat quietly in the back seat of the Impala, the past version of her dad sitting stoically beside her. She assumed it was a past version of her dad but nothing made sense. Everything that she knew about her families past told her that something was very wrong. There was no sign of her mom, her Uncle Sam didn't have his soul and her dad was kissing demons what the freaking hell was that about! The only one who seemed relatively normal was her Uncle Dean and even he looked tired.

She glanced over at her "dad" and couldn't reconcile this cold, hard emotionless angel with the father that she adored. How could he not see that she wasn't an abomination? He'd once told her that he could tell from the moment that she opened her eyes that she was good, that her soul had not been corrupted in the way that other angel human hybrids from the past had been and had fought to keep her safe, even sending her into the past to be protected by the younger versions of her uncle's. If she searched her memory she could still remember flashes of that time, of the love she had felt.

What I am I going to do? She thought with a sigh, before turning to gaze out of the window how much can I tell them?

"Okay kids, I'll get a room and then we can talk." Dean said as he got out of the car leaving the three occupants sitting in uncomfortable silence.

They sat there for a few minutes waiting for Dean to return, the atmosphere in the car tense as no one said a word.

Mary was startled out of her thoughts as Dean slapped a hand on the roof of the Impala, indicating that they should get out. Glancing towards her dad she saw that he had simply teleported himself out of the car. Opening the door, she got out and fixed her gaze once again on her dad and said sarcastically "It's a wonder you're not flabby, doors work to you know?"

Dean turned an astounded glance back to the angel and said "See Cas, didn't I tell you, flabby."

Castiel simply stared at Dean un-amused, then back at the blue eyed girl who was now openly laughing at Cas's expense "Dean, you would be advised to have this child curb her disrespect."

Seeing that Cas was once again getting to the "laying to waste" portion of the evening he turned to the young angel, a wide grin on his face "Maybe you should not antagonise Cas, the nerd angel packs quite a punch when pissed."

Still laughing, her eyes glowing she said "Oh please, my dad hasn't been able to kick my ass since I was twelve." Clapping a hand over her mouth her eyes widened in shock as she realised what she had said. Trying to backtrack "I mean...I."

Dean had heard exactly what she had said; he looked at her his mind whirling as his eyes passed between the two angels. Looking at her closely he realised why she looked so familiar she was a much younger, much smaller, female version of Holy shit!

He looked over to find Sam looking between the two, his eyebrows raised as he put two and two together. Sammy may not have his soul, but that didn't take anything away from his big brain he knew exactly what it meant.

"Congratulations Cas, it's a girl." Sam said coldly, without a hint of emotion.

"Sammy!" Dean said as he looked at Cas who had gone incredibly still and was now staring at the younger angel his head tilted in confusion.

Mary stood in shock as her dad stared at her. If he wasn't with her mom then he wouldn't know that they had been allowed to be together, that her mom wasn't quite human and that Father had blessed their relationship. All he would see when he looked at her was that he had broken one of Heaven's most sacred laws.

Stepping forward she held out her hand; hurt blossomed in her chest as he stepped back not allowing her to touch him. Dropping her hand she said softly "It's not as bad as you think. I can explain."

Seeing the look of hurt that passed across the younger angels face as Cas stepped away from her Dean stepped in "Why don't we take this inside then you can explain sweetheart."

"Okay DeeDee" she replied quietly.

"DeeDee?"

"Sorry part of the explanation I guess." She replied as her gaze fell to the ground.

Dean felt something shift as he looked at her; she really was just a child, albeit a very powerful child. Placing a hand on her shoulder he said "Come on" and guided her towards the motel. Opening the door to the room he pushed her gently in then followed her inside, Cas directly behind him.

Taking in the grubby decor of the room he commented with a wry grin, "well at least some things don't change, shitty motels are shitty motels."

Sam came into the room, their bags in his hand and dumped them on the floor beside the bed. He sat down on the edge and looked over at Dean who was standing looking lost in the middle of the room as Cas stood staring at the younger angel who was looking at her feet as if they were the most fascinating things in the room. He knew that he should care, should feel something, Cas was his friend but he just didn't. Did that mean he needed to have a broken soul stuffed down his throat just so he could be tortured with memories of what Lucifer and Michael had done to him in Hell? No I don't think so he thought, there was no way he was letting them do that to him.

"So explanation time" he said in a tone which clearly said he didn't care, but wanted the drama over with.

Dean looked at Sam with raised eyebrows, before throwing up his hands in exasperation "Cas stop staring a hole through your kid and sit down" then turning to the younger angel "you still haven't told us your name."

"Mary, it's Mary." She answered quietly still not looking up.

Dean's eyes widened slightly at the name, but he didn't comment instead said "Okay Mary, take a seat."

He waited until Mary had sat down before sitting down on the empty seat next to Cas, he wanted to be able to see Mary as she gave her explanation, then looking into nervous blue eyes he said "whenever you're ready."

Mary glanced at her dad, and then back to her Uncle Dean before nodding slowly "Okay, you've probably already guessed that I'm from the future. I don't know why I've been pulled back here to this time, all I know is that one minute I was in my room, then I was in that factory."

"We're right, you're Cas's daughter?" Dean prodded.

Nodding "Yes he's my dad"

Dean felt Cas stiffen next to him but chose to ignore him for the moment "Your mom, is she an angel too?"

Looking between her dad and her Uncle, Mary didn't know what to say, nothing that she told them would make sense "It's complicated, my mom's... special she's not exactly human, but she's not like me. I'm one of a kind; there's never been a being like me before."

"That's a bit cryptic Mary"

"I know, but ... but I don't know how much I should be telling you. This time is so different from what I've been told about the past. My mom and dad should be together now, Uncle Sammy should have his soul and there are far to many monsters roaming about. I don't know what's happened, but either I'm in an alternate version of my families past or something has gone horribly wrong and everything's been changed. Someone or something pulled me out and dumped me here before I could be erased in my time." Mary replied her eyes luminous as she tried to keep herself together.

"So you're saying that you can't tell us anything?" Dean asked gently, seeing the panic and confusion on her face. She was once again looking down at the table, her hands shaking as she tried to keep her emotions in check. She was clearly terrified and having been thrust into his past on more than one occasion he knew how scary that could be, and she was just a kid.

"No I'm saying I don't know what to tell you that will make any sense."

Dean considered what she said, then pinched the bridge of his nose with a frustrated sigh before turning to look at Cas "Is that possible? I thought that you couldn't change the past? Remember when I tried to stop my mom from making the deal with old yellow eyes and it happened anyway didn't you say that it couldn't be changed."

Without looking at Mary; Cas turned to Dean and said with more than a hint of frustration "I do not understand Dean, if what she says is true..."

"It is true daddy." Mary interrupted emotionally, as she pushed her chair back and stood up, her whole body vibrating and pulsating with energy a pale glow emanating from her, her eyes widened as she looked at her hand glowing in the dull light of the motel room "Oh Father no!" she whispered in horror as she looked straight into her dads eyes then disappeared.

Cas and Dean stood motionless looking at the spot where Mary had stood a moment ago; Dean turned to Cas and said "What the Hell was that? Where the freaking hell did she go?"

Without answering Cas simply looked at him then he too disappeared.

"Son of a bitch!"

TBC

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