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So quick recap on the grace and Dean situation. When Gabriel cast the spell to make Cas look like a regular human kid and disguise his grace Dean was in the spell as well. When it was done Gabriel noticed that there was something different about Dean's soul and worked out that Cas had fixed Deans soul with his own grace when he pulled him out of hell. Therefore Dean's soul contains Cas' grace, though no one can see it now due to the spell, and as such his soul can find the spell in heaven... hopefully.

So anyway hope that answers all questions. Now here's the next chapter, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Hannah was walking round the bunker late on into the night. Kevin had given up and gone to bed and she had finished correcting the law on angels that she could find on the table and as such decided to have a break and look around this place the Winchesters called their home. Walking down a nondescript corridor she came to a door which had a strange energy about. Being an angel and firmly in the belief that there was little that could harm her she opened it without thought. What she found was a room filled with boxes of what looked like files. She was just about to leave again when a voice sounded from behind the shelves.

"Leaving so soon? We haven't even had the chance to talk." said the British accent of Crowley from his prison. He had been getting bored chained and alone in his cell.

With that she moved towards the shelves and found a crack in-between them. Pulling them apart she found a demon chained to a chair in the middle of a devils trap.

"Well hello there darling, you're new." He said smirking at her and trying to give off the impression that he was something special. Hannah was not impressed.

"Who are you?" She asked. She was confused about why the Winchesters would have a demon in this room, even if looking round she realised it was designed for this very purpose.

"I'm the king of hell. Your turn." Crowley replied with a smirk at the clueless angel in front of him. She had no idea who she was dealing with. She was like Castiel used to be. Firmly in the belief that she couldn't be beaten.

"That is of no importance, why are you here?" Hannah asked still trying to work out why the Winchesters would keep the king of hell alive. Surely it would be easier to just kill him.

"How else am I to spend my evenings? A night of bondage with Moose and Squirrel is rather liberating. Pull up a chair and join me. I'm sure that we could have a lot of fun... angel." Crowley answer waggling his eyebrows suggestively at her. Not that Hannah noticed, the sentiment went completely over her head.

"I don't think so." With that she turned to leave. She wanted to kill him. It is what she should do. But Dean had trusted her in his home, and he had told her if she hurt anyone there then he would kill her. She wasn't sure if he included this demon in that statement, but she felt it best not to find out the hard way.

"Wait, wait. Lets talk. I'm sure I have something you want and vice versa, and lets be honest, you wouldn't be the first angel I made a deal with." Crowley said when he saw he was losing her, and when the angel turned back to him he smirked.

"You are Crowley." She said. Though in such a monotone voice he had no idea what saying his name meant. So he decided to go for his standard snark.

"It took you that long to figure that out? The memo system in heaven must really need updating."

"You should be dead." Hannah continued. She was just stating facts as she saw them right now.

"Takes more than Winchesters to kill me sweetheart. I'm too valuable to them." Crowley replied smugly making Hannah nod as she finally understood. Dean and Sam were keeping him alive to gain information. Though she doubted it would work, but it wasn't her place to question it. With that she turned and left, closing Crowley back up in the darkness with only himself for company.

Castiel sat on a chair on the opposite side of Dean's body to Sam. The younger Winchester had finally succumbed to sleep and was now dozing in the chair, he refused to go to bed when Castiel had suggested it. Castiel on the other hand was now thinking. Though he was trying really hard not to, the thoughts going through his mind scared him. He knew that Dean and Gabriel would not return without his grace, and he knew they would return. Which meant that he would again become what he was before. The problem was, he wasn't sure who that was. How much grace had been taken from him? How much of the fledgling he felt himself to be was the true him? Because he had remembered certain things that never made any sense to him, until now. For instance the fact that Gabriel had told him he would be a grown angel when the apocalypse happened, and yet Dean had told him it had been and gone. The fact that Dean's soul was infused with his grace from being pulled from hell, and yet as a fledging that is something he would never be able to do.

The only conclusion he had come to was that he was actually an adult angel. That thought alarmed him, angels grew for centuries, how was he to go from fledgling to full grown in a matter of seconds? what would happen if the memories didn't return to him as he grew? What would happen if they did?

With that he let out a small whimper and curled his arms around his knees and rested his chin on top of them, trying to make himself as small as possible. He didn't know what to do. He wanted comfort, but neither Dean nor Gabriel were here to give it, and Sam had only just fallen asleep. He couldn't wake him, the man needed his rest after all. Suddenly he felt the grace of the other angel in the bunker pause outside the door. Hannah, maybe she could help, but... could he trust her? While he was frowning over this problem the door was pushed open gently and the grown angel stood there looking at him. With a smile she held out her hand to the obviously frightened fledgling. She may not understand the Winchesters, or their demon, but the fear of a fledgling. That she could understand.

Castiel thought for another second or two before he quietly climbed off his chair and moved to take her hand. He then guided her back to the library. When he got there he found that someone had been using his paper and pencils to correct the law on angels. Moving over to the table he slowly riffled through the pages to read what Hannah had written.

"What the Winchesters had was wrong. I thought it would give me something to do to correct it." She said with a strange deference to him, as if she was his inferior which made him turn and look at her.

"Have we met Hannah?" He asked quietly, wondering where she fitted into his unknown past.

"Not truly, though I have heard of you. All angels have." Hannah replied, though she knew she was walking a fine line here. If she were to tell Castiel who he truly was she was well aware that Dean Winchester would be the least of her problems. Gabriel would kill her without thought.

"Why?" Castiel asked hoping that here was someone who would give him the answers he sort.

"You are the righteous man's guardian." Hannah answered. It was true after all. It was how all the angels saw him.

"Oh." Castiel replied turning back to the writing in front of him.

"Tell me about the Castiel." Hannah asked sitting in the chair next to his.

"About who?" Castiel asked with a tilt of his head. She was the full grown, surely she had all the knowledge, not him.

"About humanity." Hannah said a pleading tone in her voice. She wanted to understand. She wanted to know what it was that both he and Gabriel would turn their back on heaven for.

"I don't truly know much. Only Sam, Dean and Kevin." Castiel replied with a frown. Surely Gabriel would be the best one to ask about humanity. Though he was not here.

"Then tell me about them." Hannah replied with a nod.

And so Castiel did, and when Sam woke a few hours later to find the fledgling gone he ran into the library to find him chatting away, his eyes lit up, as Hannah seemed to be hanging on his every word.