"You can't kill this child! I won't let you." Sam and Dean had called me a day ago to help them out on a case they thought was about a trickster. But it turns out it was about my kind. A kid named Jesse. Only 7 or 8. And Castiel wanted to kill him.

"He will kill the host of Heaven just like you will. I should have killed you that night...you've gone out of control, just like this child is going to." Anger rose in my chest as I fought it down.

"Sam. Dean. You have to stop him. Jesse is only a kid." They stood there in silence and before they could talk I turned back to the angel. "Castiel...I-I am out of control. So kill me instead-"

"There is no way in Hell your dieing." Dean stepped in.

"If it saves this child's life then I would gladly. I have friends. They can help him. Teach him to control his powers. They can keep him away from the demons."

"You mean my flock member. You have twisted his mind. He thinks he sees good in you but you are evil. You have killed seven, seven, angels. What's going to stop you from taking this boy and training him to kill us all? I can't take that chance."

And with that Castiel was gone in the sound of flapping wings. "He's going after him! I'll meet you two there."

"No, Cansas-" But I cut Dean off when I disappeared. I reappeared in Jesse's house. There was not a sound. I walked into the living room and found him walking out of the kitchen. "Agent Parker?"

"Yes. Have you seen a man in a trench coat?" The kid started to shake his head, until his eyes widened in fear. I turned around to find Castiel standing there. "Castiel-don't." But without my knowledge, Castiel had taken out a blade.

"I'm sorry. But I have to." Before I could do anything he stabbed me in the chest. A blinding white pain washed over me and I placed a hand on his shoulder. "You...son of a bitch," Castiel pulled the blade out and pushed me to the ground. Jesse dropped his cup full of water.

I placed a hand over my wound and struggled to heal myself. "G-Go!" But Jesse just backed up in fear. Castiel rose the blade to kill Jesse but in a blink of an eye, he disappeared. The front door was kicked open, to show Sam and Dean rushing in.

Sam knelt down next to me. "No, no, no." He said placing a hand over my wound. "I-I'm fine...Jesse...where is he?" Sam looked over to see Jesse stood in a corner scared out of his mind. "Where's Castiel?" Dean asked. I shakily pointed to where a tiny toy figure stood.

Dean picked him up. "I-is she going to be okay?" Jesse asked walking over slowly. I nodded and painfully sat myself up. "Yes...I am." I said as my wound started stitching itself back together. Sam helped me up making me hiss in pain. "Careful. Still wounded."

"Sorry." He said sitting me down on the couch. Jesse came and sat down next to me. "Agent-"

"Call me Cansas, kid."

"Cansas...did I do that?" He asked pointing at Castiel. I nodded. "How?"

"You're a superhero." We both looked over at Dean. "I am?"

"Yeah, So is Cansas here. See she can heal herself." Jesse looked over at my wound to see it was gone. "You see my partner and I, we work for a secret government agency. It' our job to find kids with special powers. In fact, we're here to take you to a hidden base in South Dakota, where you'll be trained to fight evil."

"Like the X-Men?"

"Exactly like the X-Men. In fact, the guy we're taking you to, he's even in a wheelchair." I narrowed my eyes in confusion. I know they were talking about Bobby but Bobby doesn't need a wheelchair... Sam gave me a, we'll talk later, look and I nodded. "You'll be a hero. You'll save lives. You'll get the girl. Sounds like fun right?" Dean asked.

We waited for Jesse to say something but before he could Dean was thrown into the wall and held there. "They're lying to you." A demon walked into the house. He was possessing the woman we had talked to. Jesse's mom. Sam stood up but was thrown to the wall as well.

I stood up and hid Jesse behind my leg. The demon came up to me and smirked. "I told you she was here." The demon said.

"Yes, you told me more times then I would like to count." An all too familiar voice sounded from behind the demon. He moved out of the way and Quinn stood there with her arms crossed.

"Cansas! Kill them!" Dean shouted only to growl in pain. "She won't," Quinn said walking over to me. "Says you, stain," Quinn smirked. "The boys all yours." The other demon nodded.

"Come on, Cansas. Your father's been dying to meet you." And with the snap of her fingers, we were gone. We reappeared in someone's house. It was big and dark. Classical music played throughout the house. I turned around to see Quinn pouring herself a glass of scotch.

"You want some?" She asked taking a sip of hers. I growled in anger. I was going to kill her. Taking my angel blade out of my pocket she sighed. "Come on Cansas. I thought we were getting along." I ran at her and just as I was about to stab her in the chest, my angel blade flew out of my hand. Quinn wiggled her eyebrows.

"Let's not have any of that, now." A Scottish accent said from behind me. I turned around to find a man with black hair standing there. He wore a very expensive black suit. But instead of having the face of a human, he had the face of a demon.

"And who are you?" I asked with a growl. Quinn laughed and walked around behind me. "God you are so dense it's almost funny."

"Quinn how about you sit down." The demon asked. But I got the feeling he wasn't asking. Quinn rolled her eyes and made her way over to the couch. "Gladly, worm." I had only heard Quinn call one demon that.

"...Crowley?" The demon smirked.

"Hello, dove."