The tree I buried my mother under was an oak tree, massive and offered shade from the sun in the summer. It was a beautiful tree, away from others, and praying eyes. I stood under, shaded by the large branches as I stared at the small stone plank against the tree. Etched onto the stone was 'Beloved Mother', it was a simple thing. But meant so much to me. I inhaled the warm summer's air, and smelled the flowers at her grave. I hug myself, tears streaming down my cheeks, remembering her.

"Abigael." Castiel's voice rang free from behind, but I didn't jump at his sudden appearance.

"Cas," I announce, not turning around to face him. "What do I owe the pleasure?" I asked, him dropping into my dreams was certainly a bold move, and would only if he needed help.

"We need to talk," he states, his voice still holding that monotone pitch, but I got the feeling that this was serious. I spun around, while wiping the tears from my cheeks, as the moment of mourning was over.

"What is it?" I asked, now shifting my arms to cross them over my chest, waiting for him to respond.

"Anna. She's planning to kill Sam Winchester to stop the devil," though he let no emotion come through his words, I knew it was the truth. "I need your help. They need your help," though he was an angel, and showed little emotion, I could see behind his eyes that he was desperate.

"I will, but you have to answer something for me," Cas eyebrows knitted together in confusion, waiting for me to ask the question. "Who's Aradia?" The name rang freely through the air, but Cas didn't show any signs of emotion. His silence was deafening, but I just stared at him, not giving up the quest to find out more.

"There are stories in Heaven about an Angel with that name. Whispers of the name still linger through Heaven's halls even now," he explained. "It is said that Aradia died during Lucifer's rebellion, but aided in his demise," he went on, our eyes never disconnecting from one another.

"Even you don't truly know," I breathed out, because asking Cas was a dead end. He just heard stories, and rumors. I needed someone who knew her, and I can only think of two people. Lucifer or Michael...

"We need to go," Cas states after a moment of silence, bringing me back to reality.

"I'll find them. See you soon," as the words left my lips, he nodded agreeing to my statement. Cas vanished in a blink of an eye, leaving my dream.

I snapped open my eyes, and I was in the same spot in the bed I slept in. In my penthouse apartment. There was no time to think, I threw the covers off, and swirled around on the silk sheets, and planted my feet onto the ground. Time to get into action...

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I managed to find the boys held up in a motel, and I felt Cas's presence already in the room with them. In a blink of an eye, I appeared in the room, leaning against the desk that was opposite the twin beds.

"Hello, Abigael," Cas's voice cut through the air, as he sensed me entering the room. Dean and Sam's gaze cocked over to me, but didn't seem surprised to see me there.

"Guess he told you. He asked for back-up, which I'm flattered," I cast my eyes to see Cas drawing on a table, preparing himself to do a ritual.

"So, t-the – the plan to kill me – would it actually stop Satan?" The words left Sam's mouth with ease, but my head snapped to look at him. How could he possibly think ending his life would stop the devil himself?

"No, Sam, come on," Dean didn't want to hear it either.

"Cas, what do you think?" Sam dismissed his brother's comment, and locked eyes with the angel. "Does Anna have a point?" Cas's eyes flicked between Sam, Dean, and I, as we waited for his answer.

"No. She's a 'Glenn Close'," he replies, but his comment threw me off, as my eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"I don't get it. We're looking for the chick that wants to gank Sam? Why poke the bear?" Dean spun around, and headed towards Cas - who continued to set up the ritual.

"Anna will keep trying. She won't give up until Sam is dead," Cas announces, knowing Anna better than any of us here. He did after all serve with her.

"I won't let her," the words were on my mind, and simply slipped free. Coming from me they were strong, and honest. Sam's eyes met with mine, as I met with his. I could see he was grateful, even after all we've been through.

"So we kill her first," Cas responded, which was the kind of thing I like to hear. He poured this liquid into the bowel, and began to speak a foreign language. I believe it was Enochian. I was a bit rusty in that department. He spoke a few verses, the bowel lit up, and then dimmed. Cas stumbles back a bit, his eyes closed, probably receiving a vision on where Anna was. He grips the chair to steady himself.

"I found her," he finally spoke, his eyes reopening.

"Where is she?" Dean asked.

"Not where. When," my eyebrows flashed up in interest. "It's Nineteen-seventy-eight," the date was wrong, Sam wasn't even born yet. I might have read a few books of 'Supernatural' by Chuck.

"What?" Sam shot up from the edge of the bed, and walked towards his brother. "Why Nineteen-seventy-eight? I wasn't even born yet," it was a strange tactic for Anna, but I guess in Heaven she was taught differently.

"You won't be... If she kills your parents," I have to hand it to her, going straight for their parents was kind of genius. I have to give credit where credit is due

"What?" Sam sounded shocked when he heard that.

"Anna can't get to you because of me," Cas began to explain, he walked from the table, closer to the boys. "So she's going after them," he finishes, inches away from Dean.

"Take us back right now," Dean didn't mess around, he knew what he wanted.

"And deliver you right to Anna?" Cas didn't like the idea as he shook his head side to side slightly. "I should go alone,"

"They're our parents, Cas. We're going," Dean raised his voice, because when it came to his family, he was always protective of them.

"It's not that easy," Cas turns away from the boys.

"Why not?" Sam shot at him.

"Time travel was difficult even with the powers of Heaven at my disposal," Cas returned back to the table, and just stared at the wall, explaining this to us.

"But you're cut off," Sam made the realization.

"So, what? You're like a DeLorean without enough plutonium," Dean, of course, had to have a pop-culture reference into the mix.

"I don't understand that reference," Cas twisted his body back to face the boys. "But I'm telling you, taking this trip, with passengers, no less... It'll weaken me," if Cas wasn't pulled with Heaven juice, and couldn't achieve this, then Sam and Dean will be erased. I wasn't going to let that happen.

"They're our Mom and Dad," Dean took a few steps forward, coming closer to Cas. "If we can save them, and not just from Anna – I mean, if we can set things right... We have to try," Dean wasn't going to let this go, knowing that his parents were endangered, and them as well.

"I think I'm your solution," I announced, leaning up from the table, and walking over to Dean and Cas. Their eyes upon me along the way. "There's a way for Cas to get enough juice to send us back," as I mentioned myself coming, Dean opened his mouth to speak. "This is the only way to ensure that we get there in one piece," Dean quickly closed his mouth, not wanting to protest. "Have you heard of channeling?" My gaze went to meet Cas, as I was asking him the question. Cas stayed silent, but his eyes told me that he knew of it.

"Can one of you tell us?" Dean asked as he was getting impatient.

"Basically, I open myself up to Cas, and he does the same. Then we channel one another, my energy flows into him to boost enough juice to zap us back," my face twisted into an expression that Dean hadn't seen on me yet, and that was worry.

"Downside?" He asked, as I locked eyes with him.

"I would have to give Cas all my energy, everything I have. And if we survive the trip, I'll be virtually powerless. No spells, no demonic strength. I'll be a mortal... For a time, it will come back... I hope," I wasn't sure, I hadn't done anything like this before.

"Abigael, we can't ask-"

"I'm offering," I cut Sam off, as our eyes connected. "If we can save your parents, then it's worth me being human for a day or two," a smile etched onto my lips, as the statement was genuine. "Let's go," I announced, my eyes flickering between everyone.

In no time, the boys got the jackets on, and Cas filled a duffel bag with holy oil, and his angel blade. I mentally prepared myself, as this was going to be so draining. God, I hope I don't die.

"Ready?" Cas's voice brought me back to the room, seeing him now in front of Dean. Sam scoffs at the thought.

"Not really," he states, grabbing the duffel bag from Cas, and slinging it over his shoulder.

"Bend your knees," Dean remarks, probably he's done this before. I came to the left of Cas, directly in front of Sam.

"Hand," I instructed Cas, as he placed his hand in my right one, and I took a few good deep breaths. Once I was comfortable, I began to channel Cas, pouring everything I had into him, to give him the boost he needed to get us there. I see out of the corner of my eye, him perking up, as if he was getting this rush of adrenaline. Once I felt that I could give no more, I raised my index and middle finger, and extended it to Sam, as Cas did the same to Dean. In sync, our fingers touched their foreheads, and a blinding light engulfed my vision...

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I landed on my ass and bashed my back against a metal frame. My head throbbed, my eyes stained to look up. My ears rang, and it didn't seem to die down as fast as I hoped for. I still felt a hand clenched into mine, and I knew it was Cas's. I felt the substance run down my nostrils, coming out at both sides, but I felt too weak to even raise my hand up to wipe it away.

"Cas! Abigael!" Dean's barely audible voice rang through the ringing. I managed to turn "Take it easy. Take it easy," Dean was speaking to the both of us, he had hold of Cas, and Sam had held of me, keeping me upright and balanced.

"I'm fine," Cas states. "I'm much better than I expected," he sounded surprised at the fact.

"You're welcome," I spoke, casting my head to the right to look at him. But he hurled over and coughs up dark red bleed.

"Cas!" Sam turns his attention to Cas. He held out his large hand over his mouth, to make sure he was still breathing. "He's breathing... Sort of. What do we do?" Sam pondered the question, but Dean had an idea for sure.

"How are you feeling?" Dean took his gaze to me.

"I feel like I've been hit by a dump truck. But other than that, peachy," I gave a sarcastic smile, and Dean knew I was ok, not like Cas. "Help me stand," I extended my hand out to Sam, as Dean was on Cas duty hurling him up the best he could. Sam made me wrap my arm around his neck, as he got hold of my waist, and pulled me up.

"Lean on me," he states, and I did what I was told and leaned my weight on him. I felt my legs wobble, and lost my footing a few times, but Sam held onto me and kept me balanced.

"I think Cas had the worst of it," the words croaked from my voice, as my surroundings began to stop spinning. "Just glad we didn't shred into pieces," I chuckled, but it turned into a slight cough. Gone in the next second.

Dean had the plan of putting Cas up in a motel room for a few nights. So, we found the Prairie Court Motel, and Dean escorted Cas inside, as Sam and I went over to the phone booth, which had a phone book in to search for John and Mary Winchester.

Sam leans me against the phone booth, and then proceeds to flip through the phone-book, searching for Winchester. In the reflection of the booth, I could see I was paler than I should be, and the blood that came from my nostrils was wiped away, but some had dried by the time it was wiped away. God, I look shocking, but still beautiful. I'm vain like that...

Suddenly, I heard the rip of paper, bringing me back to my senses. Sam closes the book, and turns to me, but I held my index finger to him, wanting to walk on my own. I pushed myself slowly from the booth, and came to stand up right. However, Sam stood there with his large hands parted, ready to catch me if I fell.

"I think I'm fine," I became fully balanced, as he nodded his head to me, lowering his hands down. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Dean coming this way.

"I mean, the mustaches alone," Sam states, once Dean was close enough to hear it.

"So I paid for Cas for five nights up in the, uh, honeymoon suite. I told the manager, 'Do not disturb no matter what'. You know what he said to me?" Dean asks, as Sam jolted his head up an inch, indicating to tell us. "Yeah. Don't sweat it. Want to buy some dope?" Sam scoffs at the fact someone would ask that. "Dope. We ought to stick around here, buy some stock in microsoft,"

"Yeah, we might have to if Cas doesn't recover." Sam announces, as the brothers locked eyes with one another. "Is he all right?" Sam was concerned for the angel, and it was understandable.

"What do I look like – Doctor Angel, medicine woman? He'll wake up. He's, you know, tough for a little nerdy dude with wings," Dean remarks, because he wasn't a doctor on Angels. But he had faith Cas would pull through it.

"If he landed like that, hopefully, so did Anna. Should buy us some time,"

"So, did you find 'em?" Dean went straight into Hunter mode.

"Yeah. Uh," Sam flicks the ripped page around. "The Winchesters. Four-Eight-Five Robin Tree," he held the slip of paper up to Dean.

"Let's go pop in on the folks," Dean states before walking past his brother. I could see that Sam was a bit nervous in seeing his Mother and Father again. He didn't truly know his Mother, and the days he spent with his Father was minimal. Let's just hope they heed our warning...

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