Cas had been tending to his bees when he heard Ella's pray.
He dropped the bucket he was holding, and zapped himself to her house to find Ella fighting for her life against a leviathan.
Though Cas wanted to help, he couldn't bring himself to actually kill the creature.
He must avoid conflict, it was the only way to fix his mistakes.
Cas appeared behind Ella, grabbing her arm and Churchill's collar, zapping back to the quiet and dark cabin.
Ella stumbled when her feet hit the ground, recovering from the sudden teleportation. Hands immediately wrapping around herself, as goose bumps sprang to the surface. She was not dressed for this.
She turned to Cas, "We need to go back and kill that thing."
Cas tilted his head, smiling slightly, "It's surprising that humans get anything done with their predisposition to violence. I'm sure you'd be much more advanced and further evolved if you focussed on growing and creating things, like the bees and flowers."
Ella, becoming annoyed with Cas and his useless antics, raised her voice, "Yeah, I'll try that next time a monster threatens to kill me!"
"Why are you yelling? Don't be angry." Cas replies nervously, growing tense and uncomfortable at Ella's apparent irritation.
Ella turns away, breathing deeply, and studying her surroundings as she does so. "Where did you bring me?" She asks in a calmer tone.
"The cabin." Cas replies, speaking softly, not wishing to aggravate Ella further.
"So where are your friends? The hunters?" Ella asks, turning back to Cas.
"Most likely sleeping, many humans do. Seems rather frivolous to me, but I have refrained from telling them as much."
Ella rolls her eyes at Cass's answer, knowing he was being absolutely serious.
"I know you are opposed to any and all violence, but that thing can't be left to roam around freely. Can you at least tell me how to kill it and give me a ride home?"
Cas sat down on the coach, and looked up at the determined girl before him.
"The creature is a leviathan, and we are yet to know how to kill them." Ella's shoulders dropped at that, but Cas was quick to reassure her. "But we do know how to incapacitate it."
Churchill, who had previously been sniffing at the couch as they spoke began growling softly and Ella looked at him questionably.
The floor boards creaked loudly and Ella turned to see a tall, green eyed and dark blonde man, holing a rather long knife.
"Cas," he asked gruffly, his voice rough from sleep, "Who's this?"
Cas sensing the tension, spoke softly, "Dean Winchester meet Ella Campbell. Could you both please drop your weapons?"
Ella, who'd been fingering the knife tucked in her waistband, pulled it out and deciding to trust the stranger, seeing as he was Cas's friend, placed it on the floorboards.
Dean was less trusting, not dropping his knife but rather slipping it back into his pocket.
He turned away and walked to the small but pleasant kitchen and began making coffee, "Explain."
"I told you about how I met Ella, and afterwards she ran into some demons that I helped her with."
"Not that I needed any help." Was mumbled softly and ignored by both Cas and Dean. "I told her to pray for me if she needed anything, and earlier this evening she did and I found her being attacked by a leviathan, so I transported her here."
"Did you test her?"
"She's not a demon or a leviathan, Dean."
"House rules." He replied, offering a flask to her.
Ella rolled her eyes at his insistence, but swigged the holy water and before he could request it pulled a silver knife from her bra to cut herself with.
Upon seeing that she neither bled black nor reacted to holy water, Dean gestured to Churchill.
"Now the dog." Ella's eyes widened and she shook her head quickly. "I'm not cutting my dog."
"Okay, then just press some silver against it."
Ella opened her mouth to argue, but was cut off by a voice coming from behind her.
"It's okay, Ella. They should know."
Dean spun around dropping his coffee mug, and aiming the gun he'd had tucked in his waistband at a tall and slim man standing behind the younger hunter.
But rather than fight or back away, she had turned around and began arguing with the intruder.
"Jake, you dick! What did you do that for? Now that idiots going to shoot you!"
In her anger Ella had become louder, finally waking a certain someone from their beauty sleep.
Sam ran into the kitchen gun drawn, trying to assess the situation.
He found Dean, gun cocked, watching two strangers argue, and saw Cas disappear before moving towards his brother.
"What's going on?" he asked Dean quietly.
"Cas dropped the kid off with her dog, who turns out to be a skinwalker," he explains gesturing towards the blonde haired and brown eyed man, "Because she was being attacked by a leviathan. She's the aussie hunter he met."
"So what are we going to do about the skinwalker?" Sam asked as the strangers continued to argue.
"Somehow, I don't think she'll let us kill him."
"If they'd shut up for a second, we'd be able to actually have a decent conversation."
Ella and Jake were getting progressively louder and more heated, when Dean spoke up.
"ALRIGHT! NOW SHUT UP!" He shouted, finally stopping the arguing.
"Cas just left, and I'm not in the mood to buy a plane ticket to Australia. So you're gonna have to stay here until Cas feels the need to come back. But if you want to stay here, THERE WILL BE NO MORE ARGUING! Okay?"
Both Ella and Jake turn towards Dean, nodding in agreement and understanding.
"Good." Dean says as he walked towards his bed.
"Jesus, he's pissy." Ella muttered as Dean left the room.
"I agree with you, there." Jake responded as he sat on the couch.
Sam studied the pair, the dark haired, blue eyed girl in a ragged tee and to small shorts, and the fair haired, brown eyed man, in the ripped jeans and sturdy looking leather jacket that he'd already handed to the shivering girl.
Sam fetched blankets and left them, realising they wanted privacy.
Ella stretched out on the couch, leaving room for Jake to crawl up next to her.
"Jake?" Ella asked softly, her voice harsh in the silent cabin.
"Yes?" Jake replied, just as softly.
"Do you think Dad's dead?"
Jake sighed, knowing that Ella would know if he was lying.
"Yeah, I do."
"Okay." Ella replied, turning away from him, and pressing her back to his.
Jake didn't transform into Churchill as he normally would, knowing that even though she wasn't going to ask for it, Ella needed human contact and the comfort it offered.
So Jake laid there and listened to Ella sob quietly, hearing when her breathing eventually deepened and she fell asleep.

Authors Note:
First on the agenda; a grovelling apology! It should not have taken this long to update, but I had to restart this chapter several times before I was somewhat satisfied, hence the delay.
Secondly, I may have bent the skinwalker lore slightly. Technically Jake should have been naked when he turned back into a human, but to avoid much awkwardness, I allowed him to be clothed.
Also, I'm not sure how long this is going to go for. If you guy want I have a long term plan, if not I can do one or two more chapters and Ella and Jake can appear in other stories.
You choose!
Thanks for reading and any feedback is welcome!
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