An Angels Caretaker

"(y/n), are you sure you can handle this?"

"I didn't go to medical school for 10 years for nothing"

"Wait, really?"

"No-" (y/n) chuckles lightly, nudging the confused looking Dean in the side as Sam smiles, "-but I did learn how to lie really well thanks to you guys, so I'm sure I'll be okay"

"I still don't know about this, Tweety-" Dean replies, a hint of concern in his green apple eyes as he continues, "-the idea of not being able to keep you in my sights gives me the heebie jeebies..."

"I kind of agree with him on this, (y/n)-" Sam adds quietly, wrapping a protective arm around the girls shoulders to pull her close, "-we're a team now. I don't like to idea of leaving you behind"

"I don't like being away from you two either, but-" She insists gently, hugging his torso lightly before moving to quickly embrace the shorter brother beside him, "-someone has to watch over the broken angel and the Winchester brothers have more important things to do"

"Important things?"

"Hunting Dick, saving the world, you know...the usual" (y/n) replies through a sly smile, playful tone causing both of the boys to roll their eyes at the smaller girl

"I hate you" Dean sighs through a smile as (y/n) winks at him

"Love you too-" She lightly pushes the boys to the direction of their car, flattening out her formal attire and smoothing back her hair, "-now get out of here. I have a job to swipe"

"Alright, Tweety, we'll let you go"

"I'll call you if I get any updates..." (y/n)'s hidden worry for the two hunters becomes evident in her eyes as she speaks, "Be safe you two...If you die on me, I-I'll bring you back and kill you myself"

"I'll take your word on that," Sam laughs, bringing the girl in to hug her once more, ",good luck, (y/n)"

"See you later, Tweets" Dean ruffles the girls (h/c) locks with his calloused hands, lightly kissing her disheveled hair

"See you later, boys..."

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"It's a tragedy really-" The bald headed doctor sighs, tiredly leading the young looking Phoenix, "-just half the staff...dead in the back parking lot"

"I'm so sorry for all of the loss you and the other employees have gone through, Doctor" (y/n) replies sincerely, (e/c) eyes scanning the familiar winding marble hallways of the small asylum.

"It's quite alright, Ms.Oakley -" He insists kindly, forcing a polite smile on his wrinkled face as he continues, "-these patients require 24/7 care...I'm just thankful you were able to join our team so quickly"

"Like I said before, Doctor-" She smiles, comforting the grieving man by resting her hand on his shoulder, "-I'm happy to help out. Where should I start?"

"Well, Ms.Oakley-" His moods seems to lighten up slightly, swiping his key card into the small slot near the locked doors before them, "-we'll start you off in the west wing."

Following after the short man as he stuffs his wrinkled hands into his white coat, (y/n) finds herself breathing out a sigh of relief upon recognizing the hallway she was walking down. With pale yellow lights above and fake potted plants lining the cream colored walls, the entire wing is bathed in a calming lavender scent. The doctor motions to a few navy colored doors behind him, one of the small windows revealing to her the angel she came here for

"And who, might I ask, will I be taking care of?" She asks, (e/c) eyes finding themselves moving back to the small window from before. The doctor smiles, motioning once again to the closed doors behind him.

"Well, I plan on having you take on five of our patients-" He strides over to Castiel's door, pale hand slowly turning the cool metal knob, "-but we'll start you out with one for now"

"Hello, Doctor"

"Good evening, Castiel-" The doctor replies in the way you may talk to a child, a kind smile on his face as he continues, "-and how are we today?"

"I would like to get a bird. A pretty one" He answers quietly, sitting cross legged on top of his soft mattress as he speaks. The doctor chuckles lightly, once again in the way you might in the presence of a child.

"A bird you say, Castiel? And why is that?" (y/n) watches the two speak, (e/c) eyes hinting to her amusement as a fond smile pulls at the angels lips

"I met a beautiful bird once-" he sighs dreamily, never looking at the pair as he continues, "-I've come to miss her..."

"Well, we'll see about possibly getting some sort of pet for the facility, yes?" The doctor replies casually before stepping aside, ushering the girl forward. Castiel's crystal eyes widen slightly, warm smile growing

"This young woman here is going to help take care of you, Castiel"

"(y/n)...she's the Phoenix"

"He suffers from vivid hallucinations and religious delusions-" The doctor beside her explains quietly before turning back to the starstruck angel before him, "-Castiel, this is Wren Oakley."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Castiel..."

He stares at her quizzically, either not completely sure what was happening or convincing himself she was just another illusion to haunt him. To try and ease his mind, she shows her true form to him through the tangerine glow of her eyes. Thankfully, he's sane enough to understand

"It's nice to meet you too...Wren Oakley"

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"Why did you choose that name?"

"What?"

"Wren Oakley-" Castiel clarifies softly, his gaze never leaving her form as she takes a seat on the desk across from him, "-what made you decide to choose that name?"

The dimly lit room is bathed in the fluorescent white light of the lamp hanging above the pair, cream colored walls and marbled floors warm beneath the dull light. With the cool glow of the moon behind the sheer curtains and the almost deafening silence of the hallways outside, (y/n) finds a sense of calm wash over her.

"I didn't actually choose it-" She explains, smiling kindly as she crosses her arms over her chest, "-Dean did. He thought it would be funny, you know...giving a bird a different bird name as a disguise"

"May I ask you a question?"

"Cas, you don't have to ask me to...ask me a question" She chuckles lightly, the sweet sound bringing a small smile to the angels stubbled face

"May I?"

"Alright, shoot"

"Can I call you (y/n)?"

"I mean, I guess...Why?" She voices her curiosity softly, watching as his almost glowing blue eyes leave her gaze for a moment to stare out of the small glass window beside his bed

"You chose that name yourself, right?" He asks, gaze still fixed on the tar black sky outside, "When you were born from those ashes, you chose that name?"

"I did..." she answers him quietly, slightly guarded at the mention of her past as it was something she was not fond of remembering.

"Why did you choose that name?"

It takes a while for her to answer, realizing the beginning of her story was one that was never spoken about. It was strange. Being asked things about the start of her journey despite not even visiting those memories herself in a long time.

"The first time I abandoned my true form-" She explains slowly, her voice hinting to her vulnerability as she continues, "-a human found me wandering around in the woods. It was a woman. She took me into her home and cared for me along with her 2 children. Her name was (y/n) (l/n)"

"You loved this human?"

"As if she were my own mother. She was the kind of human who could hold entire universes in her heart."

"Something happened to her." Castiel states quietly, the devil on his shoulder even kind enough to give him a break from the ramblings. (y/n) nods sadly in response, finding her heart beginning to ache. A dull pain she hadn't felt in a while

"Her and her children were murdered in their sleep by her husband-" she explains through clenched teeth, reliving that fateful day. Castiel nods in understanding

"Did you kill the husband?"

"I didn't get the chance...shot me in between the eyes and buried all of our bodies in the back garden. I remember waking up the next day in complete darkness, surrounded by the awful stench of rotting flesh. It was one of the worst days of my life"

"That's why you chose that name then." Castiel concludes gently, his gaze finally returning to hers and offering silent comfort.

"When she died, she was only 22-" (y/n) explains through a sad smile, "-Taking her name as my own...It felt as if I was able to bring a piece of her on my journey, continuing her life through mine. After what she did for me, I figured it was the least I could do"

"I don't like the name Wren Oakley" Castiel states somewhat randomly, almost as if lost in his own thoughts as his gaze shifts towards a small potted plant resting upon his nightstand. (y/n) could see his sanity as it slowly faded from his eyes, understanding his small window of coherency was slowly running out.

"What?"

"(y/n) (l/n) suits you much better"

"And why is that, Castiel?" She inquires quietly, walking over to the side of his bed to gently tuck his body into the soft white sheets beneath him. He smiles, never meeting her eyes

"Names are beautiful because of the stories attached to them-" He explains, sinking down into the fluffy mattress, "-and to me...yours seems to be the most beautiful of them all."