Madisen had lain low for weeks. She never left her place in Fort Collins, telling those who would ask that she was taking a break. None believed her but they didn't say anything. She was spooked.

Samandriel had returned during that time, along with Grant. Grant had only stayed for a few hours before heading off. With Samandriel at her side, Madisen felt better, and she told him what happened. Why she was staying in the safe house. She told him of her nightmare and how Dean found out, and while she did trust the man, she didn't trust him enough.

From that moment, Madisen made Samandriel make a promise. He didn't want to, but he agreed to the terms.

The necklace Madisen had bought last time she had seen Charlie, Sam, and Dean was given to Samandriel. The feather and 'S' to signify Samandriel and his place with Madisen. The wolf howling to the moon to signify his place in her family. Madisen wasn't sure if Samandriel saw the necklace as her acceptance of him into her family, but he wore it everywhere.

Eventually they came into a routine. Madisen would cook meals and Samandriel would eat them even if he didn't have to. He would help out around the house, and Madisen would smile and thank him while simultaneously telling him he didn't have to. He tended to ignore her and grin when she got frustrated.

"Samandriel!" Madisen would say. "I've told you before, I don't need help!"

Samandriel would laugh and shake his head before grabbing some of what Madisen would be hauling or carrying. Then the woman would huff and blow a strand of hair from her face, and wouldn't say more.

Grant found their relationship amusing, as did other hunters when they witnessed it.

One night, after it had rained heavily, trapping hunters indoors, Madisen was wiping down the bar. Then she noticed something odd, but she wasn't sure what. Her senses stretched themselves. Hunters laughter sounded from the living room. No, it wasn't them. Her sight proved useless, as did her touch, taste, and smell, but something was happening. Something big. She shivered and the radio continued to blare Metallica.

So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

Madisen growled and clapped her hands loudly. Then they fell to her sides, clenched so tight they were shaking. The hunters paused and stared at her. They took in the look in her eyes, and the slight shaking of her body.

"Hawkins?" one of the men asked. "You okay?"

"Something's wrong," she whispered.

Before anyone could react Samandriel came bolting down the stairs and out the door. Madisen followed and every hunter was on her heels. There it was, a change in the wind, the feel of the air. Samandriel and Madisen were standing in the clearing before the house. They were staring at the sky. Each hunter looked up and stared with them.

Lights showered from the heavens, all over. Every place they could see, there were lights. It was like a meteor shower, but it was wrong. A voice drew some attention.

"Samandriel," Madisen breathed, "what is going on?"

"The angels, they're falling."

"What?"

Samandriel didn't answer. Instead he fell to the ground in spasms, screaming in pain. Madisen cried out in shock and tried to get near him but a shock wave expelled itself from Samandriel. It knocked every hunter to the ground out cold. Madisen, being the closest, flew farther than the rest. She felt her back hit something, then her head, and then she was gone.

The shock wave dissipated and Samandriel sat up, gasping. His connection to Heaven, it was gone! It was like someone had closed the doors. He looked to the sky, the angels were gone. That fall would have killed many of his brothers and sisters. Samandriel shook his head, they weren't family, not after they ordered him dead. But he couldn't help the worry of who had died, and how many had been injured.

He gasped and took a look around him. The hunters that had followed him, they were unconscious. And Madisen... Samandriel stood and quickly did circles, finding the woman next to her truck, a small dent where she had impacted.

He slid across the loose gravel trying to reach her. Samandriel checked her pulse and breathed a sigh of relief when he felt her heartbeat. Then he noticed the steady trickle of blood. Samandriel gently lifted her and moved her to the side.

His hand felt sticky and he removed it from its position underneath her head. It was covered in blood. His heart stuttered and missed a beat. He'd hurt her, the one who had saved him and took care of him. The woman who had welcomed him with open arms and never made him do anything he wasn't comfortable with. Tears sprung to his eyes.

Not too far away the radio continued blaring.

Never cared for what they say
Never cared for games they play
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know

So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No nothing else matters

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When Madisen woke up her head was clouded. As her vision cleared, she realized she was in her room. A shuffling sound drew her attention. Grant was standing in her doorway, leaning up against the frame. Madisen slowly sat up and stared at him.

The moment she wanted to ask what happened, memories came flooding back. The feeling of dread, Samandriel rushing out the door, the angels falling, the shockwave, and then the darkness. Madisen rubbed her head with her left hand and paused when she felt something. She pulled her hand away and looked at the flakes of dried blood. She reached back again but felt no wound. Then what was...

"Samandriel healed you," Grant said. "If that's what you're wondering. As far as I can tell you hit your truck."

"Where is Samandriel? Is he okay? And the hunters, what about them?"

Grant held up a hand. "I was coming here when I saw what happened in the driveway. Hunters were unconscious, but waking up. You were with Samandriel by your truck. He was crying. I'm fairly certain he felt responsible for what happened."

"Is he okay?"

"He won't come out of his room. But that's not the worst of it. The hunters who were there are demanding an explanation. I've kept them at bay, but you need to say something."

"How long was I out?"

"It's dawn now, only a few hours."

Madisen nodded and stood. Her legs were shaky, and her balance slightly off, but she made it down the stairs with little to no help from Grant. The hunters were in the living room trying to think of what to do next.

"I say we go up there and get the answers we need," a man said.

"What would that accomplish?" a woman snapped back. "We should wait until Hawkins wakes up, she'll know what to do."

"We don't even know what happened," another said. "Hawkins was the only one close enough to hear what Samandriel said. I agree, we should wait."

Many heads nodded in agreement. All but one, the man from before. The man growled and shook his head.

"I don't care!" he yelled. "I'm going up there, I want answers!" He turned to leave but a voice stopped him.

"Take one move towards this staircase and I will kill you," Madisen said coldly, daring the man to move another step.

All eyes shifted from the man towards Madisen and Grant. A few people visibly relaxed, others near the man still tense. Madisen stepped down the stairs slowly and approached him.

"Lay one finger on that kid," she said, "and you'll find out personally why a lot of hunters don't mess with me."

"Then tell us what's going on," the man said. "We deserve to know."

"From what I understand, the angels fell from Heaven." There was silence. Madisen sighed and placed the floor, arms crossed. "Samandriel, as some of you may have suspected, is an angel. I took him in when he was injured. Now I don't know what that shockwave was, but no one was injured besides me and I'm fine."

"Well what about the angels. What do we do?" another man asked.

"Honestly? I have no idea," Madisen shrugged. "Carry on like we always do, but be careful. The angels are undoubtedly pissed that they were kicked from their home. So we need to spread the word, tell others. And we have to get in contact with the Winchesters."

"Why them?"

"Because if anyone knows what happened it'd be them. We all know they screw with things they shouldn't."

That and the trials. Sam said he was going to close the gates of Hell forever, after completing three trials. With two down, who knew what the third one had been. For all she knew, they had been the ones to cast the angels out. To get rid of something evil, something pure must take its place. Madisen banished the thought. They wouldn't do that. Something else must have happened.

A lot of hunters nodded, but Madisen didn't see. She was headed back up the stairs. Grant stayed where he was, at the bottom of the stairs, and watched her go. Madisen stopped in front of Samandriel's room and knocked lightly. There wasn't an answer so she knocked again. Nothing.

"Samandriel?" Madisen asked. "I'm coming in, okay?"

"Don't," Samandriel said from the other side of the door.

"Why not?" There was no answer. "Why not?" she repeated.

"Because I said so," came the harsh reply. "You're not my mom, you don't have to look after me."

Madisen paused, staring at the door. Something panged in her chest, and it hurt. She gripped her arm in discomfort, trying to decide what to say or do. Then she turned and walked down the hallway, down the stairs, and sat in the kitchen. She ignored the stares coming from the others. A glass of whiskey entered her sight and someone sat down across from her. She gripped the drink tightly.

"You shouldn't give up like that," Grant said. "He needs you."

"Why would it matter? He doesn't need me." Madisen spat, glaring at the drink in front of her.

"Because kids are like that. You were when you were hurt. You'd lock yourself away when something didn't go according to plan during a hunt and someone got hurt. Remember? I do, I always went in and talked to you, no matter how many times you pushed me away. That angel up there, he needs someone to look after him, whether he wants it or not."

"I'm not his mother. We all know this."

"That's not what he told me." Madisen's head snapped up to meet Grant's gaze.

"Really because that's what he told me!"

"He told me once that he noticed how you cared for him and how protective you were of him. You know what he said? Samandriel said that he didn't mind it, in fact he said he liked it. You looking after him."

"Then why," Madisen whispered, "why didn't he say anything."

Grant shrugged. "I guess he didn't want to put you in a position you wouldn't like."

"Why would he think I would mind?" Madisen's hand clenched around the glass. "Why didn't he tell me!"

She stood and walked around the table, heading straight to Samandriel's room. She didn't stop to knock, only barging in and glaring at the figure sitting on the bed. Her eyes widened at the sight. Samandriel was still in the clothes from the night before. If she looked closely, she could see her blood staining small spots along his pants and t-shirt. His hands were tinged red as well.

"You shouldn't be in here," Samandriel said bitterly.

Madisen's gaze hardened once more, "Well tough. I'm in here now, and you're going to listen to me!"

"Why? What would be the point?"

Madisen growled and slammed her hands onto the wall beside her. "Because I care dammit! I care that you are hurting! Dammit Samandriel! I care about you!" Madisen slowly sank down onto her knees, facing away from the angel.

"But I hurt you," Samandriel whispered. "You were hurt because of me. I'm supposed to protect you. Just like you did to me when you found me with Castiel. I owe you."

Madisen stood and walked towards the bed. She sat down next to Samandriel and put her head in her hands, a deep sigh coming from her.

"Samandriel," she began. "I didn't save you so I could be in charge of an angel. I saved you because it was the right thing to do, and because my instincts told me to. Have you got that? I did it, because I wanted to. No other reason. You do not, owe me."

Madisen reached over and pulled the angel in a teenager's body close. She held him tightly until he began to relax and returned the hug. He was clinging to her.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

Madisen gently shushed him. "It's okay, you were hurting and you didn't know what to do."

She ran a hand through his hair and her other over his back in soothing motions. The angel's weight slowly became heavier and Madisen smiled. Samandriel may have been around since the dawn of time, but he was still young in his heart. She carefully leaned to the side until both of them were laying on the bed.

Samandriel's face was buried in her stomach and his arms were wrapped tightly around her. She wouldn't be going anywhere for a while. Madisen continued sliding her fingers through his hair, a sign to him that she was still there.

"You're my family," she continued softly. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. You're my boy."

She didn't notice the door still open or the few figures standing in it. She didn't notice Grant gently shoo the others away or give a signal that they should all be quiet. She didn't notice the small smile that came from Samandriel or the satisfaction he felt when she said that.

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Dawww so cute!

So! The angels fell, Madisen got hurt, Samandriel had a mini meltdown, and they bonded! It's now obvious to everyone how they see one another. (If you haven't been paying attention that's a Mother-Son type thing.)

And now on to season 9! Sam and Dean will be back shortly.

Thoughts? Comments? Concerns?