Earlier that day:
Cas appears in the back seat of the Impala, after finishing the conversation with the girl.
The prophet sitting adjacent to him, gasps loudly.
Cas turns to him.
"Kevin, this is Castiel." Meg states evenly to the startled boy.
Breathing deeply, Kevin addresses Cas, as calmly as he can manage, "You're one of the angels?"
Cas, rather than respond, leans forward and boops Kevin's nose.
Cas quickly turns to Meg, "Meg, are you hurt?" He asks, sounding as concerned as an angel can.
"Shut up." She responds, embarrassed by his behaviour.
"What took you so long, anyway?" Asks Dean, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"I was talking to a girl." Cas focused on Dean, missed the look Meg shot him. "She was rather young and had a skin walker for a dog. But she seemed to already know that."
Dean raised his eyebrows, "Really Cas? We leave you alone for a couple of hours and you flirt with an Aussie hunter?"
Cas looked scandalised, "No, Dean. That would be inappropriate. She was a teenager."
Sam and Dean both laughed at Cas' reaction, and Meg breathed out, relieved.
Meg turned to Cas, "Did she ever tell you her name? Or will she forever be known as Bindi Irwin?"
Cas thought for a moment, "Her name was Ella. Ella Campbell. If I remember correctly."
Sam turned in his seat and Dean looked at Cas through the review mirror, "As in the massive American hunting family, Campbell?" Sam asked, his voice brimming with curiosity and thinly veiled resentment.
All Campbells they'd met had been more trouble than they were worth, regardless of how closely related they were to the Winchester brothers.
Cas cocked his head, remembering talk of their Grandfather Samuel Campbell, "That is certainly possible. The only issue being, she is Australian."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Yeah, Cas, we got it. Anyway, it's a pretty common name, so she's probably not related to them or closely anyway, and she may not even be a hunter."
Cas was more reluctant to agree then the others, feeling, no knowing, there was something special about the girl.
About half an hour later they are still on the way to the cabin when Cas feels a pull, a pull similar to what he feels when someone is praying to him.
But this isn't exactly a pray and it isn't exactly to him, but he knows he needs to go.
Explaining to Meg he needs to leave, and leave now, Cas zaps himself back to Perth, Western Australia.
But not to the dog track he was at before, but to a dark residential street.
A dark residential street filled with the sound of fighting.
Resisting the urge to flee, Cas walked forwards to find the girl from earlier, Ella, standing between a demon and her unconscious dog that wasn't a dog.
Then Cas realised what the pull was, not a pray or a call for help, but a plea.
A plea for the safety of a beloved friend, perhaps her only friend, and a plea that she not be left alone in the world.
Cas, hearing the demon spit insults and threats at the girl, felt his protective instinct rise.
He didn't have to fight to protect her.
Cas summoned his wings, a fraction of his true form to the surface, knowing it would prove fatal to the demon.
As expected the demon screamed in pain and anguish, and Ella turned towards him.
"No more fighting." Cas said in a stern tone, "I don't like conflict."
But in his bid to protect her, Cas forgot one important thing, Ella was a hunter, and hunters never surrender.
Ella threw the ruined blade she was holding and to avoid healing himself he zapped behind her, arms wrapping around her to ensure she didn't try to fight him.
But she would not stop her violence.
"Please stop struggling, I don't enjoy fighting." Cas explained calmly.
"And let you drag me off to your den to slaughter or eat me, no thanks mate."
Ella would not keep still and managed to break Cas' nose in her struggles.
Though he did not feel the pain he thought it wise to release her.
He healed himself quickly, knowing he needed to start calming the girl, but not knowing how.
"Wha- what do you want from me?" She asked, her voice breaking.
Cas looked at her, tilting his head curiously.
"Did you say your name was Campbell?"
She nodded warily, stalling.
"Do you have any relatives in America?"
She one again nodded, not seeing how this could help him in anyway.
"Where's your Dad?"
"Hunting." She responded shortly.
"If I leave you here, will you be okay by yourself?"
She tilted her head, studying him, "What kind of monster are you?"
"I'm Castiel, an angel of the Lord."
"And I'm an atheist."
"Well, I have some bees to get back to. But pray to me if you need anything." Cas told her seriously.
"Sure." Ella replied distractedly, walking towards Churchill.
Cas followed behind her, kneeling down next to the unconscious skinwalker and reviving him with a tap of his fingers.
"He'll be fine. Now get home before you run into anymore demons." Cas advised, feeling very protective of this girl and not knowing why.
"Yes, Dad." Ella replied, rolling her eyes at the supposed angel.
Cas watched as Ella, carrying a still groggy Churchill, walked the few blocks left to her current home.
Cas then zapped back to the cabin, where the Winchesters, the demon and the prophet waited for him.
Author's note:
Hey guys! Okay the first thing I want to say is sorry Cas is so out of character. I know broken Cas would shy away from conflict completely, but for the sake of the plot he was feeling brave today. Sorry! :D
The second thing is I'm really playing up the stereotypes in Ella. Ella is a massive bogan, and I'm sorry for it, but bogans are fun to write! And as the story goes on she may get slightly classier, maybe.
Also, I haven't decided how often I'm going to update, but with the school holidays coming up I can probably manage once a week, twice if I'm feeling productive.
Okay! Thanks for reading, guys!