Chapter 2- New Hellos to Old Friends

A/N:: Hi. I'm Mono. This is my first published fic, so I hope it's not too too bad. I apologize for the first two chapters being so short. I shall try to lengthen them from now on. Also, I was wondering if you guys wanted Destiel/Sabriel? Yes/no? If you wannu, just leave a note in the review portion. Thank you! Also, as a heads-up, Chuck will be God in this fic, so I hope you don't mind. But I suppose if you do, you don't have to read it if you don't want to. One more thing, I just want to thank you for reading. My writing is a bit rusty, so it should get better as the chapters progress. Otherwise, enjoy!

Dean and Sam walked or hobbled their way(in Dean's case) into the kitchen to find Castiel and Lizzie staring at each other, each surprised as the other. The remnants of a shattered bowl lay on the floor between them, likely dropped by Lizzie.

Sam looked at the pair with concern before turning to Dean. "Who is that, and what is she doing here?"

"That would be my new partner in crime. I was driving down the road a couple weeks back, and found her laying on the side of the road." He rolled his eyes at the look his little brother gave him then, like Dean had picked up a peppermint off the floor as if to eat it. "No, Sammy, she's not a monster. She's a hunter. She pretty much saved my life."

Castiel had finally decided to break the staring contest. "Elizabeth?"

"Cassie. I told you not to call me that." Lizzie eventually said. She smiled proudly. "It's really good to see you. I hear you went all rebel on the big angels upstairs."

"I thought you were dead." Cas performed his signature head tilt of confusion. "Where have you been?"

Lizzie shrugged. "Oh, you know, in the darkest depths of Heaven's dungeon since I don't even know how long ago. I suppose that's what happens when you try to reason with Michael while he's in one of his moods."

Cas inspected her a few seconds more, trying to decide whether she was real or not, and when he was satisfied that he wasn't going insane, he closed the distance between them and hugged her. Not an intimate hug, but the sort of hug one would give their sibling when they came from college to visit for the holidays, one when they haven't seen each other for months.

Dean cleared his throat. "Well, sorry to break up the teary little reunion thing you two have got going on, but what the hell is happening here?"

"Right, totally a hunter." Sam grinned smugly as he looked down at his older brother.

"Shut up, Sam," Dean grumbled.

Cas briefly narrowed his eyes at the crutch-ridden Winchester. "Dean, you're injured. Allow me to assist you." He stepped away, looking at Lizzie with something that resembled a confused glare, then walked over to inspect Dean.

Sam took this chance to interrogate the strange chick who had been hanging around his brother for the last two weeks, and was most likely living in the bunker, as well. "So, you're an angel, then? I'm just throwing this out here, but maybe that might've been a good thing to tell Dean?"

Lizzie pursed her lips, looking down to avoid Sam's gaze. "It's not like my telling him would have helped any. In fact, I've heard some about you two. You don't like angels, although I can't say I'm quite fond of the majority of my lesser brethren either."

"So you led him on so you could be pitied or something?" Sam said quietly, attempting to chew her out without the notice of Dean or Cas. "Don't get me wrong, I'm just trying to understand why you committed what is in my brother's eyes an act of treason."

Lizzie glared at him, and it freakily reminded him of one of Cas' glares, the kind that he or Dean was given when they tried to scorn Cas for what Cas believed to be the right thing to do. "I was merely trying to befriend the two of you. I promise you that is all."

There was a whoop from across the room as Dean tossed his crutches on the floor and kneeled down to take off his ankle support. "Thanks, Cas. You have no idea what a relief it is to be able to freaking walk."

"I suppose not." Cas chuckled, then turned back to Lizzie. "Alright, one down, one to go, as I believe the saying goes." The brothers looked at Cas curiously before he elaborated. "What did you do to your wing, Elizabeth?"

"That, my baby brother, is a bit of a long tale. Of course, you've always been enamored with my storytelling, haven't you?" Lizzie smiled.

"You always were the best at writing, Elizabeth. You even taught the humans to do so." Castiel nodded, reliving some old memory.

Dean shook his head. "Wait, I thought Metatron was the obsessed writer of the angels."

Lizzie look exasperated. "Metatron? Are you kidding? That moron could barely write a coherent sentence. On top of which, he was a jerk." She rolled her eyes. "I suppose though, that it was because of his weaboo-like qualities that made Father pick him to write those tablets. At least it shut his trap for a couple centuries. I was the real talent, though. Like how Gabriel was so good at acting, and how Michael could paint, draw, or sculpt anything, or how Lucifer could charm anyone with a variety of musical instruments. Remember how Hermes tricked Apollo and invented the lyre and eventually traded it for all of Apollo's cattle? Yeah, actually Lucifer came up with the idea."

Sam shook his head. "Okay, we are veering off topic, here. Can we go back to the wing thing, please? And also, if you are an angel, why didn't you just heal Dean instead of listening to his whining?"

Lizzie sighed. "I would have healed him, but I can't. I don't have any grace left."

The entire room looked at her in shock.

Lizzie smiled sheepishly at the attention. "Well, I suppose I should start from the beginning, huh?" Sam nodded slowly. "Okay, I guess I'll bore you with tales of all us archangels."

The last two chapters have been mostly dialogue. 0_o I promise the next one will have more action. Also, this chapter was pretty short too, wasn't it? Like half as long as it probably should be. Well, next chapter you get a little peak at the whole circle of archangels, and probably Cas. And maybe some truck-throwing, if I get that far. There will probably be angst. Maybe that will come up with a larger word count.

End Chapter 2