I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL! IT BELONGS TO ERIC KRIPKE!

I OWN ANGELINA AND ANY OTHER CHARACTERS WHO DON'T BELONG IN THE SERIES.

Thank you to tvj12 for becoming my beta and for everyone else for reviewing. Sorry about being so long since I last updated. I've just been really busy.

Thank you to everyone who has been reading and reviewing, I appreciate all the comments I get. Sorry it's been so long, I've been busy with various things and sometimes have been just really tired. I'll try to update sooner, I've just been watching the Olympics.

Angelina was frustrated. She was trapped in the hospital for two more days. She had been in there for two days already and she wanted out. Her dad and uncle had been with her almost every day; Dean had wanted to stay overnight but she had convinced him that sleeping on the chair for four nights wouldn't do his back any good and he reluctantly left. Angelina had to admit that Dean was seriously becoming the overprotective parent she hated, but she understood why he was like that. He had almost lost her, and in his line of work it could happen at any time of any day. She knew that he was just making sure she was safe.

Sam had brought her DVD's, books and a sketch pad which were all piled up on the table. Her best friend Ruby had even popped in, taking the seven hour drive to visit her and had given her flowers and a photo album of their time together. Her friends had also sent along packages with Ruby, and Angelina felt tears spring to her eyes at the thought of how much her friends cared about her. She honestly couldn't believe that people were making such a fuss; she had only broken her arm.

"Hey kiddo," a voice said. She looked up to see Dean standing there with a coffee and a smile on his face.

"Hi dad," she grinned. "Can I go home yet?" she whined and Dean chuckled, she had asked that question each time he had come in.

"Sorry kiddo," he answered. "They want to make sure you're alright."

"But I'm fine."

"I know Angie," he said as Sam came into the room.

"We've got a problem Dean," Sam said seriously. Dean sighed as he saw Angelina's eyes light up curiously, he knew she would want to know what was going on now.

"What problem?" Dean asked.

"You know what," Sam muttered trying to keep Angelina out of the loop, but from the look in Dean's eye he knew that he would have to tell Angelina.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Lucifer is real Ange," Dean said softly. "We let him out of Hell and now he's bringing on the apocalypse. Sam and I are apparently 'essential' to the apocalypse," he summed up the war between angels and demons in those two sentences and Angelina's eyes were wide and her mouth dropped open.

"You can't be serious?" she gaped.

"Oh we are," Sam answered, just as a gust of wind appeared in the room. Angelina stared wide-eyed as a man in a tan trench-coat and a suit with icy blue eyes and black hair appeared.

"Cass," Dean sighed, it was clear from his tone that he wasn't happy about the angel appearing in his daughter's hospital room.

"Dean, Sam we need to go," he said completely ignoring Angelina who was trying to get up. Dean put his hand on Angelina's shoulder and held her down gently, keeping her from getting out of bed.

"I'm not leaving her," Dean said. "Cass, meet my daughter Angelina, Angie meet our friend Cass."

"Hi," Angelina said. "Dad, can I go?"

"I'm sorry sweetie, but you can't," he answered and she groaned, she really wanted to leave the hospital. She was sick of the boring walls and all the nurses and doctors with friendly smiles asking her how she was.

"I'm sorry Angelina," Cass said placing two fingers on her forehead and she passed out.

As soon as Angelina fell asleep, a horrifying dream assaulted her.

She was two years old and at the park her mother liked to take her to. Ava was talking to her friends and Angelina was playing in the dirt by her mother's feet.

"You have a beautiful daughter," A man said, approaching Ava and Angelina.

"Thank you," Ava smiled, turning from her friends.

The man turned to Angelina, who smiled innocently up at him. "You are a gorgeous little girl, I am quite surprised that Dean Winchester doesn't know about his daughter," the man said quietly, only to Angelina, as his eyes turned black. He knelt down so he was the same height as Angelina, he stared at her, a small cold smirk forming on his lips.

"I wonder what Winchester would do if he found out about you and then you suddenly disappeared," the man purred smiling cruelly down at her. "Yes, Father would be so happy about that."

Angelina woke up in a cold sweat and looked around, her dad, uncle and that weird man were no where to be seen and she started panicking.

"Whoa, chill Angie," Dean said, hurrying into the room and seeing her almost hyperventilating. "I'm right here."

"I had a dream," she gasped, trying to slow her breathing down and griping her dad's arm. Dean squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"It's alright Ange, it was only a dream," he soothed.

"I-I don't think it was," she stuttered. "I think it was a memory. I think I remember my mom and a strange guy."

Dean's breath caught in his throat as he stared at his daughter. "What do you mean?"

"A guy came up and said that I was a 'beautiful little girl,' and something about you not knowing about me and what you would do if you found out I had suddenly disappeared. I think—I think his eyes turned black," she told Dean.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean growled. "They found you when you were that young?"

"Who found me?" she yelped, startled by his outburst.

Dean ground out a single word in explanation: "Demons."

I am so sorry about it being so late, I was busy with lots of things and I just haven't had time to write. School, our extension and the Olympics have been disrupting my 'writing flow' but I promise I will try and update again soon.

Cliff-hanger, haha. I didn't mean it to be so short but I couldn't help it.