A/N: Hey guys, sorry it's been so long! I have been wrestling on which way to go with this story but it should be fine now. I also just got a new computer so hopefully I can be more regular on updating. Thanks for not giving up on me! Also, I'm sorry this is so short...

I ran and wrapped my arms around Castiel's waist. "Thank you for not killing him." I whispered. I ignored the incredulous looks on Dean and Sam's face. Castiel did not return the hug, but instead kneeled down so that his eyes were level with mine.

"I have to do this. Do not fight me." Castiel reached forward and placed two fingers on my forehead, but no pain was involved. I could feel him scanning my thoughts, digging through all the conversations I've had in the real world. "Okay," Castiel said. "That is all I needed to know." He put his hand gently on my shoulder, before standing to face Sam and Dean.

"I am from the future." Castiel said, his voice calm and even. "I am an Angel of the Lord and I was sent here to protect your siblings."

"You're an Angel?" Dean exclaimed. He stood up, grabbing his revolver. "Angels don't exist."

Castiel stood tall, taking my hand in his. "This child needs to be protected."

"We can protect her." Dean took a step forward, but Castiel held his hand out.

"No, you cannot. I will grant you the opportunity to keep her in your custody though. I need to speak with John Winchester."

My eyes bulged and I started to panic. "You can't tell Daddy! Please Castiel, couldn't you just tell Dean what we need to do? Daddy doesn't have to know."

Castiel didn't react and instead just stared at Dean. "You need to involve your father."

"Yeah, okay." Dean muttered as he pulled his phone out.

"Wait, Dean…you said Dad was on his way anyway right? Why not just tell him when he gets here?" Sam asked, stroking Wes's hair.

"Dad needs to know beforehand. At least he'll have a few hours to calm down." Dean muttered, running his fingers through his hair. "Believe me, I don't want to have him kick our ass out of shock. Remember the case in '96?"

"Oh. Yeah, you better call him." Sam agreed.

"What happened in '96?" I leaned against Castiel's frame, confused when Sam and Dean just stared at each other. It was like they had their own telepathy conversation skills too.

"Well…let's just say I don't think Sammy and I could sit for a week afterwards." Dean flipped his phone open and took a deep breath before dialing Dad's phone number and putting the phone to his ear.

"Hey Dad! Everyone's okay right now….Well, we may have left out part of the story…Wes was kidnapped by this demon and we saved him, well this—yes sir. Yes sir. We are at a warehouse just before city limits. Wes is unconscious but okay. The rest of us are safe….we are also with an angel….yes sir. I understand sir." Dean blushed, turning away and I could hear him muttering more 'yes sirs' and 'I understand'. He finally clicked the phone shut and turned around. I couldn't ignore the small hint of fear in his face, but he tried to hide it.

"Is Daddy going to kill us?"

"He will protect you. However, he will administer corporal punishment." Castiel simply replied and the three of us groaned. Dean kneeled down next to Wes and lifted him up. "He will be okay. He just exhausted himself. He will wake on his own time."

"Let's get out of here." Sam grumbled, taking my hand from Castiel. "I think there's a motel a few miles down the road."

What's going on? I felt Wes push into my brain and I finally let go of the breath I was holding. I squeezed his hand as he sat up. We were both on the motel bed next to the window as Dean was pacing the floor, and Sam and Castiel were sitting at the table.

Well, Crowley took you. Castiel saved you, and now Daddy's getting involved.

What happened to Crowley? I could feel Wes' fear.

I don't know. I ran into the building and Castiel was standing over you.

Wes moaned, and all three of the men snapped their heads. Dean was the first to Wes' side. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Wes whispered, sitting up against the headboard.

"Ok." Dean muttered, staring intently at Wes.

The silence was enough to put me on edge, but then again we all were. Fear tickled through the hair on my arms, goosebumps spreading to the tips of my skin. I jumped, almost letting out a scream when someone knocked on the door. Dean opened the door, knowing it was Daddy and handed him a flask of holy water. He watched as Daddy swiveled the water in his mouth, and then he handed him a silver knife as Daddy cut his hand. He stepped in, glancing around the room. He froze at the sight of Castiel and he growled. "Why the fuck are you here?"

"Hello John." Castiel stood. "I believe you know why I'm here."