I was cleaning off my blades, leaning on the old wooden seat that seemed to creak against the hard wooden floor. I was a demon, a teenage demon—so experiencing the heavens arsenal was not my strong suit. I had fought them, but that didn't mean I won any battles. As I sigh out of my nose, I felt a small shift in the air. It was—unnatural. Even for a demon like I.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, there is a big flash of light in the air. Sending a small breeze, kicking up all my papers and some pencils to the floor. After the light show had faded, there was a small child standing in the center of my room. It was a young boy, little, and obviously scared and nervous, but I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when I saw the small wings poke out from the child's back. His hands fidgeted, and it looked like he was mumbling and pacing around. I don't say anything, but look the child up and down. He only looked about five or six.

The boy's gaze turned to my amber eyes, and he jumped back, hitting his back end to the floor with a light THUD!

"Oh my! I-I am so sorry! T-that wasn't supposed to.." the boy trailed off, seeing that I was a demon blatantly staring into his soul. He wanted to scurry and cower away, but he was frozen in fear. "Your—your..a demon!" He exclaimed, holding out his hand, and a small light started to come out, glowing a bright holy light. But sadly, the light had fizzed out—the kid started to get watery eyed. His eyes stopped glowing, dulling down and turning glossy with his rosy cheeks and brown hair. His blue eyes seemed to bore into my soul, making my black heart almost feel something.

"Outa' juice kid?" I asked. My Boston accent was smooth, but had a certain edge to it. Making it almost unsettling. I wasn't expecting a child to be talking in full sentences, but once again, angels.

The little kid started to shake, almost trembling. And for once in my life…..I felt bad for the little fuzzball.

I put down my blades on the table, and I tilt my head a little bit. I've seen and fought angels in the past. But not little ones. I didn't even know that angels had a childhood. I thought they were just POOF! You're an adult now! I guess I was wrong.

"Hey, hey…"

My tone was actually quite welcoming for a demon like I. Bending down to the little angel's level. And I kept my distance not knowing if the little angel was powerful or not.

Then, the little kid did something unexpected. He zipped over to me at literal lightspeed with his little trenchcoat and fuzzy wings, which still weren't fully grown. Looking like little balls off poof more than wings. I could feel his grip on my chest.

Was the little angel really hugging me?

He started to cry in my arms as he hugged me tightly. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…" His cries were loud and he wasn't letting me go, melting my heart a little more as he gripped my shirt tightly.

I didn't really know how to react to the little baby angel, but I bent down on both knees and settled back, wrapping him around and in my arms, and putting my head lightly over his shoulder. He could smell the scent of the warm shampoo in my hair, and I could feel his pressing heart rate slowly start to slow down as his little fuzz ball wings started to slowly droop.

"It's okay….breath…" My short and bobbed hair had dangled over, slightly curressing the angel's face. I was starting to feel that 'motherly instinct' starting to kick in. I wanted to protect him, with everything I had, even if we were natural enemies.

He was still hugging me, and his wings slowly started falling, and his breathing slowed down… but after a few minutes he started to fall asleep while hugging me.

"Well that was quick," I thought to myself, looking at the little angel dozing off with the oncoming minutes. His breathing became shallow, and his eyelids had fallen all the way down. His little fuzzy white wings had curled in, rustling every so often.

I sighed lightly, leaning on the back of my bed frame, and I let the boy sort of snuggle up in my lap. And I lightly pull away his hair, parting it to the left side. And my face softened. I hadn't felt emotions like this in a millennium.

And something came over me.

I began to lightly—sing.

It was a slow and calming toon, like a little lullaby that could lull a child to sleep in a heartbeat. It began off quiet and slow, almost looping seamlessly through the low and high pitches.

He had dozed off, holding the front of my crinkled shirt lightly, and a relaxed expression on his face; slowly drifting off into the world of dreams.

As I continued to sing lightly, big, black, inky and messy wings slowly expanded behind me. Almost having an ash-like look. Like they hadn't been opened in thousands of years, turning to spread, to fly off. They stretched out and rustled, dropping what smelt like burnt soulful and flame on the floor. But avoiding the little angel, not letting a single spec touch him.

His breathing was calm and steady as he slept, he started to look even more adorable as he cuddled into my arms. Leaning his face and upper body on my chest.

I noticed that his trench coat had a small piece of paper sticking out of one of the pockets.

"Maybe that has some answers to what he is doing here?" I thought to myself again, not wanting to wake up the sleeping cherub.

My wings slowly folded back in, and gave a little flap after stretching out. And I slowly and lightly pulled out the paper and opened it.

It read:

If you are reading this, the angel that is with you at the moment is Castiel. He is an angel of the Lord, and must not be tampered with. If he is not accompanied by another Angel currently, please stay where you are, and wait until an Angel comes for retrieval.

Please and may the Lord be with you, Michael; Archangel-Devison: 8

I chortled to myself, and put the small note in my pocket, looking back at baby Cas. He was so small, like a little kitten with wings. He didn't know what was going on, or who to trust—yet I trusted me enough to cuddle?

"I guess you're my little fuzzball for now…."