Supernatural One-Shots and Imagines

3) One-Shot - A New Angel Seeks Help from Castiel

**Spoiler Alert**

*Warnings*

Mention of nudity (nothing too descriptive. Use of words like "unclothed").

*Notes*

This one-shot doesn't seem to have much to it, it was just something to help me understand the whole angel situation. Plus, it was fun adding another fallen angel story and mentioning how some angels were affected by the fall. Also, Leliel is a character that I have created (name derived from an angel in an actual religion, so obviously I did not create the actual name). As far as I know, that name isn't in "Supernatural."

*Description*
This is a one-shot about an angel who comes to Castiel seeking help as to why she (among others) has fallen from Heaven. 

Dean's confused gaze alternated between Castiel and the strange person before them. Sam looked utterly surprised... and embarrassed. A young woman was standing in the doorway, completely unclothed. The brothers turned around to face the wall, respecting her privacy.

Her dark golden blonde hair was twisted into two large buns on the back of her head. Her soft grey eyes looked dreamy and lost, innocent. Large, circular, brass earrings hung from her earlobes but she was otherwise wearing nothing.

"Leliel?" Cas sounded astonished. The girl looked upon the angel with puzzled eyes.

"Castiel?" she asked hopefully.

"Wait, you two know each other?" Dean asked in a critical tone from his stance at the wall.

"Sam, Dean," Cas addressed, "please get something for her to wear first."

"I uh, yeah okay," Dean awkwardly obeyed. "C'mon Sammy," he gestured for Sam to follow. He didn't hesitate as he followed his brother to an old traveling case. They began to drag out a t-shirt and pants as Cas turned back to Leliel.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I don't know, I woke up like this in a pumpkin field. I heard in Heaven that you were causing bad things to happen, and I assumed that's why I fell..."

"Do you still have your grace?" the angel in the trench coat demanded.

"Yes, for now. Who knows how long my grace will last though," Leliel's eyebrows furrowed, her eyes pleading into Castiel's.

The boys returned with a dark t-shirt and jeans.

"Here," Sam looked her in the eyes to avoid the rest of her. Dean hung back, staring at Cas for an explanation.

The new angel looked puzzled.

"Put them on," Sam told her calmly.

She reluctantly took them and proceeded to put the baggy clothes on as everyone averted their eyes.

"So why did you come here?" Cas repeated.

The girl finished dressed and gently replied, "Due to the fact that I overheard your name in Heaven so many times regarding disaster and your affiliation with the Scribe of God..." she paused, "you were my only lead for an explanation as to why the angels fell."

Cas' azure eyes seemed to melt, swimming in guilt and worry. "I'm sorry, Leliel. Then I wasn't aware that Metatron's actions would lead to..." he looked at his shoes shamefully "...this. There's nothing I can do to stop it now. Sam, Dean, and I are trying to figure that out," he glanced at the Winchesters.

Leliel beheld the awkward boys, who were listening from the side. Dean was hanging back, his eyes down and hands hidden in the pockets of his jeans. He noticed the strange angel looking at him and added, "Yeah, yeah. Cas is kinda in limbo with his own grace right now so it's kinda hard."

Leliel's gentle eyes were gleaming with perplexity.

"I see," she doubtfully replied. She didn't seem to have much hope in their plan. "I shall meet you later, Castiel. I wish to know how your plan turns out."

Cas merely watched her without a word as she left in the sound of feathered wings. He looked uncertainly at the floor before turning to his colleagues. They returned with expecting hazel eyes.

"Let's be careful when speaking to her," Cas remarked. "She can be a little 'nosy' at times and we can't be sure who she's affiliated with." He glanced at them for thoughts on his warning.

"Yeah, can't really trust angels these days, huh?" Dean raised his eyebrows at him. Cas felt a pang of regret at Dean's reference towards himself and Metatron.

Sam's brows were knit together, as usual, at the two, "Alright guys. So... um let's get to the books and figure out how to stop Metatron."