"What?!" Sam asked when Dean barged into their motel room carrying the purple-haired girl.
"She got thrown against a wall." Dean said simply. He carefully placed the girl on the bed and then turned to trench coat guy and aimed his gun at the guy's face. "Who the fuck are you and are you and this girl gonna endanger Sammy and me?" Dean asked, the end of the gun pressed into the guy's forehead.
"I am Castiel and I am an angel of the Lord." Trench coat guy said.
"Bullshit. Angel's don't exist." Dean shot back.
"Yes we do. My sister and I were destined to protect the righteous man." Castiel began. "Our siblings did not approve of our choices."
"So what, they threw the girl into a wall?" Dean asked.
The girl's shirt was stained red and and the girl groaned. "My sister's name is Maxine." Castiel said, before picking up his sister and walking towards the door. "Do you have, like I dunno, angel powers?" Sam asked, before getting a kick in the shin from Dean. "Yes, we used to." Castiel replied, looking sad.
"Whadaya mean used to?" Sam asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
"The angels took Max's Grace." Castiel said quietly.
"What about yours?" Sam shut his laptop and focused his attention on the angel.
"They took mine during the fight."
Castiel barged into the hospital with Maxine in his arms. He marched into the emergency ward and stood in the middle of reception. "Uh, what do we do?" he asked Dean, who'd left Sam with the Impala on the grounds that if he damaged Baby he would make sure the younger Winchester's life was not even worth living. Dean rolled his eyes. He cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted. "Hellooo we have a girl who's been thrown at a wall and we need some doctors fast!" he screamed, smiling happily when three nurses ran in, taking Maxine and pulling her onto a stretcher. "Don't worry mate, your sister's gonna be fine." Dean said, slinging an arm around the ex-angel. Castiel nodded and hugged Dean. "Whoa!" Dean said, but he hugged Castiel back. Sam ran in.
"Werewolf gotta go, gotta go now!" He whisper-yelled at Dean and Castiel. Dean sighed and followed Sam out to the car. Castiel nodded and and jogged after the Winchesters.
The old rotten floorboards creaked as Castiel walked through the living room. He ducked back into the hallway and followed Dean up the stairs. They had tracked the Werewolf to an old house on the outskirts of the town. "First a Woman in White and now a Werewolf?" Dean muttered to himself. "This town's got issues." He kicked a door down and walked in, gun held in front of him. Cas walked silently in behind Dean. Then the Werewolf flew through the wall, leaping on Dean. Cas slid a silver blade out of his sleeve and stabbed the Werewolf in the side if the gut. The Werewolf whimpered and then stilled. Dean crawled out from under it and dusted his shirt off. "Thanks for that Cas." he said, sticking his hand out. "Guess we're friends now huh?" Dean said, grinning when Castiel took his hand and shook it. Castiel cocked his head, his expression one of complete and utter confusion. Dean had to admit, that was kinda cute. "Who is Cas?" Castiel asked, letting go of Dean's hand.
"It's a nickname. Castiel is a mouthful." Dean replied, swaggering out of the room. "Hey Sammy!" He yelled to his brother who had been checking outside and had rushed in when he heard the Werewolf. "Cas just saved my ass by ganking that son of a bitch!" He hollered, thumbing back towards Cas. Sam looked up and a look of relief washed over his face. "Holy crap Dean!" he yelled back, running his hand through his long hair. "I didn't know what had happened to you!"
Ooh! What'll happen next I wonder? Review with your decision: Should Maxine die and be replaced? Or should she come back and hunt with the Winchesters? REVEIW WITH YOUR DECISION! ALL COMMENTS WILL BE TAKEN INTO ACCOUNT!