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Warnings: Cussing, so on and so forth. This is for all chapters.

It was nearly midnight and Bobby was just drunk enough to feel the sleep he'd been missing on his eyelids. His feet were kicked up on the coffee table, in that one little spot that was free of books and other important things. Sam and Dean would have flipped; they weren't allowed to have their feet on the table. Why should he?

The static mess on the TV switched to something almost good, he might actually watch it. Then a knock filled the house, taking him out of his restful evening. He strode to the door expecting the idjits and their angel. Later, looking back, he supposed he was right about that. Swinging the door open to reveal a young woman, 18 at the oldest with a tired expression, a baby about 2-3 years old who was asleep as eyelids flittered resting on one hip and a boy about 4 on the other, who had a mop of hair black as ink and snored lightly. Holding onto her pant leg was a boy of 5, face half hidden. The first thought that crossed his mind about the boy was how much he looked like Dean did as a child.

"Who are you?" Bobby aimed the gun hidden next to the door at the girl. She moved the younger child so she could wipe the bangs stuck to her face out of the way.

"I am Ambriel. This is Sam," She raised the baby a bit. "Castiel," she nodded at the boy on her shoulder, "and this is Dean." The eyes were flickered down the entire time, if they were at the suspiciously named child or the ground, he couldn't tell. When they looked up to time it was hard not to notice the color, the green was too bright for even Bobby to ignore.

"Where'd ya get the boys?" Bobby kept the gun aimed at her head.

"I know what you are thinking," Ambriel smirked. "These children are the Winchesters and the angel. As am I, an angel that is, not a Winchester. I consider myself blessed in that way."

"Prove it." Bobby challenged, if she was real then he'd have to deal with who she was and if she was good.

"Any ideas?" Ambriel pressed her lips together as she felt Castiel squirm against her side like he did as a fledgling. "Shh, Cassy." The arm around him smoothed him.

"Amy?" He looked up at her with tired eyes.

"That's right, Cassy." Ambriel had a soft voice, softer than most of the angels Bobby met, not that he knew many angels that took a female vessel. "I came home for a little while. Go back to sleep."

Bobby handed over a silver flask filled with holy water. Normally, he'd just splash it on the person, but he had a soft spot for the children in her arms. As he held it out she gave him a look, the kind that was only seen on women and meant to show that he was being stupid.

"Just let me in so I can put these two down and peel Dean off my leg." Ambriel looked at him, her eyes changing to a pleading look. "I've held them for hours and Dean won't let go."

As much as Bobby didn't want to, he sighed, laid down a row of salt and let her in. When she stepped over it, one leg, the free one, moving easily, the one with the child attached to it a bit harder. She sniffed the air, it was obvious, but also it was easy to see she was trying to hide the face she was making.

"What?" Bobby asked, catching her sniff again.

"I am not... used to smelling so many natural elements or such strong holy water."

Ambriel ducked her head and put the children on the small couch. "It's nice, they are very lucky." She took the flask and downed the water quickly. She was still standing, and Dean was still attached to her leg.

"Dean, Dean, baby, its safe. Let go of my leg."

She bent at the waist just enough to pet the top of his overly blond head. She then got to work on untangling him, for real, not just with her words.

"What happened to them?" Bobby asked, not trusting the girl.

"It's a long story. If we are allowed to stay, just for a little while, I suppose I could tell you." Ambriel bargained.

Bobby gave a look, saying that she could sit next to the boys on the couch. She understood and obediently sat, pulling a sleeping Castiel on her lap. Bobby pulled a chair over and sat in front of her, blocking the only nearby exit.

"Talk." He crossed his arms.

"As you know, my name is Ambriel. In all sense of the word I am the highest ranking, thought to be the most talented, Guardian Angel. I was given conflicting orders. My boss told me to eliminate the threat the three posed. I, in outrage, demanded an audience in front of God. He granted it and told me that if even the angels had it out for them that I was to protect them, by any means needed." She glanced down fondly at Castiel, "I was allowed to see their destiny, which is rare for a Guardian Angel, strictly need to know. It wasn't good, so I made a deal." Ambriel ran her fingers through the child's hair, more to comfort her then him. "I would bare their destiny and they would get a new start. They are my ward, my responsibility, until I die."

Bobby gave a low hum, wondering what the catch was. With angels, with anything, there was always a catch.

"When I showed up at the house, a Slenderman had taken them under his spell. Cassy was fighting it, but somehow he got enchanted too." She looked down, not believing that he was there. "I instinctively kicked into gear and fought him off. The Slenderman's spell can be broken only if the victims are dead. I had no choice," Her eyes watered and her voice shook. "They won't turn back, it's permanent." She wiped a tear with the back of her hand and the mascara smudged horribly. Later, she'd cry over that too. "Please don't be mad. I didn't have a choice. I was too late. Please don't be mad."

He wanted to comfort the girl but forced himself to stay a distance away, until he knew if it was an act or not.

"I'm so sorry, about everything. I'm not usually so emotional. It's just… I haven't seen Cassy in 300 years and we got in a fight just before I left." She sniffed and ran the hand that wasn't wiping her tears through Castiel's hair. "He's grown up so good, so mature, in those 300 years."

"It's fine, continue...Please." It was odd for him to tack that please on the end and with the gruffness it had, the word was its own oxymoron.

"If...If you don't want to take them, just please let us stay for about a month or so. Around New Years or Christmas. I'm sick." She wiped her eyes again, feeling the sting or tears and mascara. "Cassy was destined to fall. Due to my importance, I can't, now that I've repented. Still, I have to suffer in memoria. I won't have the strength to do much, just walk a bit, eat... I'll be like a human with the flu for a month, only worse. It's painful and there isn't any way I could take care of the boys with it. Just a month, please."

"Repented, as in you fell before?" Bobby leaned back, if it was an act he was starting to fall for it, until she said those words.

"Almost. Until World War 2, I was blindly loyal. Guardians are forbidden to watch the news or get news from outside sources." She wiped her eyes again. "I was assigned to guard Hitler. All of those failed assassinations were me. Then, I caught sight of the news. I learnt what he was doing. I couldn't guard him. It was wrong." Her fingers worked loosely on a knot in Castiel's hair. "I refused to work and started to fall. Enraged, I stormed Upstairs. Made all kinds of mess and didn't stop until I talked to Father himself. After nearly destroying one of the lower levels, I got my wish. He explained that while it was horrible, someone had to guard the man. It was more than destiny that this happened. Horrid as it was, it had to work that way. I left, refusing to work. Six months later, Hitler died and I came back. Father met with me again. He would let me come back, but I had to go through in memoria, remember falling, as punishment and a reminder. Every December I would go through this. The feeling is worse then falling. He told me that I would have a direct line to him, meet whenever needed. I became the head Guardian, because really, look at how many people tried to hurt Hitler, and my boss was the head angel."

"Really?" Bobby almost believed her, in a round-about sort of way.

She reached behind her, like she was going to rub the back of her neck, then pulled her hand abruptly forward, clinched.

"Is this enough proof?" She asked, opening her hand. In her palm sat a clump of soft feathers, a black on weaving through the pure white. "Or this?" She pulled a sleeve stuck to her wrist back to her elbow. About an inch of her pale skin was infused with a golden dust. "All Guardians have at least one. Before my fall, my entire neck and all the way to my elbows were like this. When I'm not going through in memoria, the line is half an inch bigger. Please trust us. We need a place to stay. One month and you'll never have to see another angel, or the Winchesters ever again." She shot a glance at Dean, who curled up on the side of the couch and feel asleep. "Just a bed for them."

"You can stay. If they-" He started over, he knew it was the boys. His boys. "They can stay indefinitely. Any trouble from you and you're out."

"Thank you so much." Ambriel gave a teary smile. "I'm not usually so emotional either. It's just in memoria. It has this effect."

"There's a bed for the boys. I'll have to work on making more room for them." Bobby told her.

"Thank you. May God bless you."Ambriel smiled brighter and picked up Sam, then worked on picking up Castiel, but was having trouble. "Could you grab Dean and Cassy? I can't lift them."

Bobby picked up Dean first, he would make two trips. The boy was scarily light. She'd have to be severely weakened not to carry him. Bobby was glad about having the ability to lift them up, the angel having a subtle way of protecting them. Still, 5 years old or not, it was Dean.

"It's a blessing that they're asleep right now. They don't often sleep at night. Nocturnal little things." Ambriel told Bobby as they walked up the steps.

Once again, the little trust he had for the girl, angel, whatever she was, cracked. She spoke fondly, happily, emotionally. Angels didn't talk like that. Angels had one tone of voice. She wanted something. She needed more than a place to stay. She was manipulating.

"You think it's odd, don't you?" Ambriel paused half-way up the stairs. "That I sound so human. That my voice can question and my eyes can cry." She rocked the baby in her arms. "I've spent over 400 years in this body. I'd rather hope that I can melt into it."

"400 years? Poor soul." Bobby muttered climbing the steps as she got to the top.

"Evelyn doesn't live here anymore. She killed herself 300 years ago." Ambriel glanced down for a second, as if trying to avoid Bobby's eyes. "I am an open book about most things. I don't talk about it though."