In the world now, one can own an angel just as simply as one can own a dog or cat. There are respectable breeders which provide people with show worthy angels and then there are the...more shady looking places where the angels are not in the best quality. Some come out of there with stunted wings, too large ones, sick, fragile, and some don't make it out of the back birthing room.

The mothers are the most valued of all angels, the ones that are the most beautiful are bought right away. If one is lucky they may find themselves in a home as a maid or servant. Sometimes, the mills snatch them up so that the poor bred children might have a better chance of looking better so the mill owners can demand a higher price.

The children will be injected with a growth inducer moments after birth, aging them faster than humans would ever dream of. They age at roughly one year every month until their bodies reach 'twenty' , the peak of beauty and strength for the angels.

During those twenty months, the angels are taught how to speak (sometimes) and other basic skills to survive. As soon as they are deemed ready, they are shoved into a room, dressed up (for the first time in their lives) and put on show for the buyers.

A small mill on the edge of a town in lower Kansas is where the angel, Castiel, would be found. He had just reached the age of twenty, been dressed up in a wrinkly suit and placed in one of the rooms. Along one wall was a one way window for the humans to walk by and pick out an angel.

"Damn it Sammy. I don't know why I ever said yes." Dean muttered to himself as Sam pulled his hand towards the building. 'Hell's Angels' the sign above the door read in bold, black letters. The door dinged as they walked inside, Dean more or less dragging his feet. A short man came around the corner dressed in a black dress shirt and dark slacks.

"I suppose you two are looking for an angel today?" He asked in a thick British accent, a fake smile on his lips. 'No, we are here to buy a pizza' Dean thought with a smile on his face.

"Uh yeah. Our first one so no one too...difficult." Dean said, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, still holding Sam's who was currently looking down the hall at the rooms with a curious expression.

"I have a few I'm mind, I am Crowley and if you could just follow me.." He trailed off, starting to walk down the hall where Sam was looking. After hearing that one of his friends had an angel, Sam started begging him for one. Months and months of nonstop begging and obsessing Dean had finally caved and decided to get them one for Sam's birthday.

Slipping out of his grip, Sammy ran ahead, his eight year old face just wore an expression that made Dean smile. He shook his head and let Sam wander, taking his own time in looking around. Crowley was walking with Sam, telling him things about all of the angels. The sight of a pair of black wings and blue eyes caught his eyes, making Dean stop in hide tracks.

In a darkened room sat an angel, his wings ruffled up by his sides and his eyes wide, staring at the mirror, as if he knew that it wasn't a real mirror. Dean walked closer, his boots echoing on the tile floor. Just something about the angel was drawing him closer, something told him he was a bit different from them.

"This one is Castiel, he is...a bit of a handful, maybe not the best for a first time owner. " Crowley said behind him, snapping the hunter out of his thoughts. Dean blinked a few times and looked back at him, seeing Sam staring at the angel as well.

"Can I go in?" Dean asked softly, looking back at Castiel and ignoring just about everything he said before. There was no way that he could be a trouble at all, just sitting there quietly. He moved over and unlocked the door, holding it open for Dean and Sam.

He took Sam's hand and walked inside the room slowly and silently. The angel looked right at them, his wide eyes even wider as he backed up to the wall behind him.

"Hey hey...it's alright...we aren't going to hurt you." Dean said softly, squatting down and Sam following in his movement, treating the angel like a wounded animal. "I'm Dean...this is Sam."

Castiel stayed silent, staring at them as if they were going to hurt him still. Suddenly, he threw out his wings and wrapped them around himself, shielding him from the brothers. With a glance at Sam, Dean nodded and so did Sam, making them get to their feet and walk into the hall.

"We'll take him." Dean said strongly, his back straight and his stare unbreakable. Crowley raised an eyebrow but walked down to where the entered regardless, walking behind a desk.

After talking prices and care of Castiel, the Winchester brothers were in the Impala with Castiel sitting in the back seat, his head down. Looking back at him through the mirror, a frown tugged his lips down.

"Are you going to talk? Do...do you even understand me?" Dean asked, looking back at the road but Sam was turned around in his seat watching the angel. Castiel rubbed his palms on the leather seat, looking up at the back of Deans head. Slowly and ever so slightly, Castiel nodded his head.

"He nodded..." Sam whispered to Dean, not taking his eyes off Castiel in case he moved again.

"Well now I know I'm not talking to a brick wall.." He laughed slightly, looking over his shoulder at him. "You are going to have your own room, bathroom and what not. That sound good?" Dean asked, smiling brightly. The joy Dean felt in his chest was just like when Sam got his first straight A report card. He was over happy about the fact that Castiel could understand them and that they might have a chance of a normal friendship.

Castiel looked over to Sam, a blank expression on his face and nodded slightly again. Sam smiled at him and started rambling on to him about his friend that had an angel.

As they talked, or Sam spoke to Castiel, Dean pulled the Impala down the dirt path of the driveway to the cabin they lived in. He stopped it out by the door, shutting off the engine and looking back at Castiel.

"Alright, home sweet home. I'm gonna show you your room and thn you can shower or whatever you want. " Dean said before getting out of the car, holding open the back door for Castiel to get out. A bare foot stepped out of the car hesitantly, then came the rest of the dirty angel, eyes wide with fear again.