This is my first fanfiction on here, please bear with me if there are any errors. Set post!season nine when Dean had attacked Gadreel.
Thanks for reading! Reviews are greatly welcomed. Not spoiler free.

I was sprawled out on the couch, the weather humid and hot for my own liking. The underside of my horizontal resting position was getting even warmer from the friction that I made with the fabric every time I moved. Even if I were bare legged with my lower undergarments being exposed it was still not satisfying. The phone lit up and the sounds of it ringing began to play. I threw my hand lazily onto the coffee table before taking the phone into my hands and answering.

"Hello?" I asked. Thumb and index finger being brought to my temples. A small tired feeling washing over me all of a sudden.

"Binxy, is that you?" The voice was majorly annoying and almost too familiar. I scowled.

"Who is this?" I sunk further into the cushions and eyed the ceiling, praying it wasn't who I thought it was.

"It's Carol! Duh, you know, your childhood friend from highschool?" I could tell she was popping gum. Carol. The biggest idiot since 2006 hadn't even spoken to me in more than eight years and only so because we were once allianced.

"Oh─Hello Carol, can I ask why you are calling me at this hour?" I faked a tone to seem like I was half interested and half unmoved by her sudden excitement. I normally wasn't this touchy towards people, but she was someone who made my life a bit like hell when I was younger. It happened in spurs, bullying, and then it happened largely. I was mute for sometime due to shyness and anxiety and I suffered from low self-esteem which they targeted me for. Carol at first, I thought was my friend, defending me when I could not. That was until we reached freshmen year in highschool.

It was surprising how she changed. I always remembered walking with her to the bus stop, but when she met the popular crowd she got the ticket in. She never bought me one and stopped walking with me after that.

"Oh you know, the usual. Just checkin' on how my buddy is doing." Rubbish. I screamed.

"Carol, you haven't called me in almost a decade. Why are you talking to me now? Is it something you─" The sound of harsh knocking at my apartment door shook me out of my almost to come raging fit.

"Binx, listen-" I hung up the phone immediately and walked towards the door. I peeked through the peephole. Castiel? I thought. The angel in a trenchcoat who had bandaged me and saved me from death was standing there with someone next to him.

"Cas?" I questioned as I slowly opened the wooden frame. He rushed in. An unknown man slinking to his side. Arm slung around his shoulders, bloody and broken. The angel lowered him onto my couch. The soft whimpers escaped the stranger made me wince. It was like the night I met Castiel, just in a different scenario,"What are you doing here?"

"Do you remember the time I told you that you would owe me one day?" He looked out of breath as he craned his head towards me. Immediate response strangled my words.

"No." Yes.

"I taught you on how to heal angels during your recovery, you really don't remember that?" The raven haired man ascended right in front of me and I lowered my head.

"I do." I finally spoke up with honesty.

"Binx, he needs help, please, my grace is dying and I need to save every last bit up for a war that is coming. You are my last hope." I bit my bottom lip. Someone who needed my help who seemed to have no one else really triggered me.

I had a grim expression, but of sympathy,"fine." I scowled. I walked halfway towards the kitchen before I felt his fingers grasp tightly around my wrist.

"Take care of him and keep him safe. He is my brother and right now he doesn't need to be tortured more than he already has been. Anyone who looks to be anymore than just a glance, keep them away from him." He urged. This was going to be a big job and Castiel knew that because right after I thought about it, he patted me softly on the back,"I trust you, Binx."

"I hate how you do that," I stifled a small side smile and he returned one,"I'll try my best."

"I'll call to discuss more about this, but for now I must go." I nodded and turned away to feel the air pressure on me as he left. I walked into my kitchen and pulled up the bottom drawer near the sink. I put my hand inside and let it linger until I felt a latch. I pulled it up and there were all my ingredients that I kept safe. They were gifts from Castiel. I mostly kept them as souvenirs from everywhere he had traveled, but they were also kept incase of any rare emergency.

Right, Fox whiskers, swan feathers, and pixie dust. Holy water was kept up ontop of the refrigerator. I was going to be lucky if I had all of them.

I began to ponder through my things and found what I needed. I rushed back out into the living room area. Turning to the coffee table and settling everything down. I grabbed my wooden bowl and began to crush up everything. Fox whiskers were to be cut into three sections, each whisker. Swan feathers crumbled and rolled. Pixie dust just to be added after the holy water was applied. I dipped my finger in the serum and checked for the temperature.

Having a nursing major had really great perks. Temperature was to be exact or else if too hot or too cold, it would set the body or vessel in this case to go into shock. It was perfect as far as it goes. I pulled one of the small wash cloths nearby into my hands and pushed it into the soupy medicine. I could hear the unfamiliar man cough. It was wet and not at all pleasing. I sighed and took the washcloth out of the bowl, squeezing the extra juice until it was only damp.

I turned, stopping midway and just getting a good look of who I was to take care of. His vessel was handsome. Brunette hair short, jawline cut to a good degree and exposed skin, however, pale. His eyes were blocked from their closed lids. He was resting. I wouldn't blame him. The red skin and grace leaking from his chest and nose were almost too harsh to look at. Someone really didn't like him. I descended my covered hand onto his chest.

His hues flew open and he snatched my hands away from his chest with a blood curdling cry. His knuckles were white as they began to make damage.

"Stop! Stop! It's okay, I'm not hear to hurt you. Okay?" He looked scared, his front was heaving lightly form the sudden contact. "Okay?" I whispered. His jaw tensed and he laid back down, letting go off me. Sweat was beading from his ghostly features. His eyes remained open, watching me, as if I were to attack at any sudden moment. I laid the first cloth onto the upper part of his wound. A soft grunt was the response.

For the remainder of one hour, I sat there on the floor bandaging him in silence. After the last was applied, I looked up at him, pressing my lips into a flat line and putting my hands into my lap. "Do you feel any relief?"

He squinted his features and studied me for quite some time before speaking,"yes. Thank you." His hand rested on his abdomen, head rested on the arm of the couch.

"Well, I guess since you are staying with me for awhile, I'm going to ask you some questions. Only some, since I want you to get your sleep." Distracting him from the pain with questions, I hoped, would work. He flickered his eyes,"alright, what's your name, to begin with."

"My name," he paused. Seeming to think,"I─Gadreel." He exhaled,"Gadreel." He repeated.

"Okay, Hello Gadreel." I said softly,"I'm Elizabeth, but please, call me Binx." I looked at him, musing myself for another question,"is there any place in the world you would want to go?" It was random, but hey, I had to keep him occupied.

He looked boggled by my billion questions,"Madam-I mean, Binx. I do know that you are trying to soothe me, but I would like my rest. I've had such a bad day being kept up and abused. I would like atleast alittle time to myself." I was taken aback by his sudden jolt of tone and nodded slowly before taking the blanket draping over the back of the piece of furniture and letting it lay over him.

"Alright." I said and got up. Tomorrow, I hope would be a better day than this one. I settled myself inside my bedroom and slunked into my mattress. Eyes closing, to dream. It was a wild ride, but my promise to Castiel was a big one. Gadreel was a broken angel as of right now, needing someone and that someone was going to be me. The next morning to come, I needed answers.