Author's Note:

I'm reposting this as a new thing; I'm going to put all three stories together in one. I'll be going through each chapter, fixing old mistakes and re-writing and adding to the original. For example, this first chapter is more than twice the size as it was (1713 - 3641 words). The story will be the same obviously, the premises will be in tact and the characters shouldn't change. I'll be adding more to it, more events and moments to be shared, better character development and personality definition. So while it's the same story it's like a re-buffed edition, you feel me? Collector's edition, Special edition, Added content whatever you want to call it that's what it is.

So in saying that let me know what you thought of the changes/additions. If this is brand new for you then welcome to my trilogy, I hope you enjoy the ride. Once all is said and done with this edition of Angel Training, I hope to alter names and some appearances probably and then hopefully get it published into a real actual novel. I have people who believe I'd be a great novel writer, that I should use my powers of literature and make some money off it. So I was going to re-vamp this series anyway, I might as well share it with you all as I go, right?

Without further ado, let me share with you all the first chapter. Please tell me if you find flaws and errors or something you think needs to be altered to make more sense. I really want some strong advice if you can give it. Thank you.

"Alright class, we're starting the 'Favourite Subject' presentations today." Mrs. Harvelle announced to a grand chorus of groans. "Yeah, yeah, enough of your grumbling. Like I said last week we'll be doing just one or two a day, depending on time. Dean, you're first."

He took a deep breath and stood up, looking over the classroom of bored expressions. Some were talking amongst themselves, some stared blankly at the walls/ceiling/clock, and a very small few watched him. Dean cleared his throat in a way that demanded attention, timid wasn't his style.

"In the last two decades, all over the world, a new species became known to mankind. World leaders were confronted and spoken with by these new beings and people all over the globe became aware of their existence. Angels. They were coming down from heaven to live on earth, it's unclear as to their original intentions but their presence and power were an awesome spectacle. The biblical teachings hadn't proven to be as powerful as those that believed them had hoped, angels were nothing like what was written. They had no intentions of coming to Earth to help humankind but, instead, planned to take over chunks of land to live on. With great disappointment mankind banded together, our scientists created some of the most effective primitive-capturing devices – to this day we still use them.

"The response to such a creature was simple: Catch them. Train them for use. And secure our place above them. It brought peace to many feuding countries; we needed to work together to take down the alien-istic threat that was coming. The angels had been making deals with different countries' leaders but luckily the holy beasts were completely unaware of the plan to stop them. One moment, the first battlefield, was all we needed; as the angels descended from heaven mankind managed to capture several of the most powerful and troubling ones. Many drew back and scrambled into hiding. Humanity's survival looked promising, we were winning.

"From the few that were caught, we discovered weaknesses and different ways to control them. Cages were built to contain, shackles for their limbs with the added effect to hold their powers in, and of course a spell cast to force their cooperation. That spell was discovered and used to bind the angel to a single human, it forces the angel to listen to their owner's commands if it's necessary, as well as keeps them in check mentally. The angel isn't able to do anything their owner instinctively won't allow them to do. Something many believe to have helped this process was the fact that angels can read minds, dreams, and see into a human's soul. Without having to be told not to do something they're already aware that that activity is forbidden. As well, if their owner so much as wished them to do something it was almost enough to force them into it. In some cases, if the angel has a strong will and stubborn personality, they can refuse that action until being told to do it directly.

"Not long after the first capturing and creation of angelic containment, people went out and hunted these beautiful things for themselves. Angels were caught and enslaved; some have called them the pets of mankind. It's believed that all angels have been captured though some still think that there are several of them out there, left wild and free. The rest of the angels can be bought though the equipment needed to keep them costs a fortune in itself, forget about the cost to buy the damn thing. Whatever the case, if you could buy one you could train it to do whatever you wanted.

"I'd like to take this time to bring up some of the industries that have been made and have grown from the angels' presence. The first major thing to come out of our exotic pets would be Angel Entertainment, and my favourite sporting event Angel Battling. There's a new tournament that starts tonight in the Angel Battling field, it's a minor tourney but it's still incredible. See, humans didn't just enslave these creatures we used them. Any rich bastard can buy an angel and the binding spell; but it takes real skill to catch one and make it yours all on your own-"

"Mr. Winchester, that's enough." Mrs. Harvelle stood up from her desk, a tired smile on her face. "We understand the gist of your report, but you've gone over the allotted time limit."

"But I'm not done-"

"You won't ever be done if I let you keep going." Ellen motioned toward his desk, "You've covered all the bases of the assignment, you won't get dinged any oral presentation marks, just sit down. There're a few announcements that need to be made before the end of the day."

As she went into the important whatevers of school, Dean shrugged and conceded to his Communications teacher. She was kind of right anyway; he'd trailed off and could probably have ended his report much sooner. Dean dropped into his seat and sighed, end of another boringly dreadful day of high school. He was almost done at least, that was a plus.

The rest of class dragged on for Dean; he'd gotten himself riled up thinking about that night's coverage on the new tournament in his favourite sport. It was so exciting to see it all, the dangerous and breathtaking world of angels, fighting and magic and super powers in real life. Dean had been dreaming of angels since he was a little kid, he grew up knowing they were real and wishing he could have one. His mom used to say 'Angels are watching over you,' based on the old belief that they occupied heaven and took care of humanity. Dean had believed her though, that an angel was watching out for him and that someday he'd have one. He'd dreamt of owning a beautiful and powerful angel, he'd set it up in his room, feed it, teach it how to do things properly. And once they were ready, a good team, Dean had dreamed of joining the Angel Battles. That is what he really wanted. Sure he loved cars and everything that was being a mechanic like his dad, but honestly? Angels were the future; they were what he wanted; their unmatched beauty, strength, and the prestige of owning one were enough to want one. But the thing that really made up Dean's mind about owning angels was the life change, the adventure and the elation of having something like that. His world would open up, new choices to make and even more things he could do. Mundane life would fall behind him, excitement all that waited ahead.

When the bell rang Dean was in a half daydream, imagining what kind of angel he would have and the special powers and abilities it'd be capable of. The loud ringing startled him but only for a second, Dean was packed up in seconds and off, darting down the halls to get his things in his locker, a smile on his face.

With no time wasted, Dean waited for his younger brother at the front doors, the weekend finally upon them. A short brunet emerged, his face twisted a little in the way Dean knew meant he was thinking too much. It was the usual look he wore when something disgusted him or pissed him off. If Sam wasn't going to bring it up, Dean didn't really want to ask. And so they walked side-by-side, nothing much to be said for the first few blocks.

He was in too good of a mood though; he couldn't just ignore Sam the whole way home. Dean smiled down at thirteen year old, he'd grown quite a bit in the last year but he was still pretty short, shorter than Dean and that was how he liked it. However his mom seemed to think it wouldn't be that way forever, like Sam was going to be the tall one or something. 'When I get an angel it's going to be shorter than me, that's for sure.' Dean thought decidedly, his brain refusing to let up on the topic.

"Dean," Sam spoke suddenly, though the nature of his tone was difficult to place. He couldn't tell if it was confrontational, questioning in a curious way, or if Sam was looking to vent. Dean replied with a soft grunt from his throat, just to indicate he was listening. "Do you really think there are angels out there? I mean, left free?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Some kids were talking about it, how someone had seen one un-collared not too far from here." Sam made a face of disgust more prominent than before, his mind going through several things he couldn't say around Dean, but he was never one to keep it all to himself. "I hope it gets away."

"Are you kidding, Sammy? I'd bet there are tons of them out there, and as soon as I have enough money to get the right gear I'm gonna go catch me one."

"Dean!" Sam snapped at him, rage boiling under his skin. "They're not animals!"

"Well they aren't human either." Dean argued casually, shrugging his backpack further onto his shoulder as it nearly slipped off.

Sam made a disturbed little sound followed by an indignant scoff, "They talk and think just like us! Most of them do it better than a lot of humans, how can we lock them up in cages and put shackles and collars on them? And some of the things we have them doing is disgusting; I can't believe you watch that horrible show." He growled bitterly.

"It's a good show," Dean frowned down at his brother, an eyebrow raised with some amusement. "It's just fighting-"

"We pit them against their own brothers and sisters and tell them to fight! How would you feel if someone kidnapped us and then threw us into a ring together?"

"Well-"

"Don't forget we'd have to add the fact that there's someone controlling us who forces you to beat the shit out of me?"

"It's not the same thing, Sam."

"How is it not!?"

Dean rolled his eyes and walked up the front steps to their house, Sam's bitching faded to the background for him as he watched his dad readjust straps on his truck. There was a large cage perched on the back, secured tightly with a tarp over most of it. Sam was still trying to talk to him but Dean brushed his little brother off without much more of a thought, "Dad?" he eyed the wire frame of the cage curiously, "What's up?"

"I'm going hunting with the guys," John threw a heavy bag into the truck's box and clapped his hands together to shock off any excess dirt. "No big deal."

"Bringing back a bear?" Dean stepped around the half-ton to inspect the large container; it was for heavy duty hunting by the look of it.

"Bringing back something," John walked back toward the house, "Come on inside, your mom's got supper ready."

"Awesome, what'd she make?" Dean dropped it as soon as John did; something he'd learned was to never push a topic with his father. Sam had learned it too but he rarely paid attention to that survival instinct.

Sam stared at the cage as he followed his dad and older brother inside, something unpleasant churning in his stomach. "Dad, what are you gonna catch?"

John didn't answer, not wanting to argue with his youngest another time over 'animal cruelty'. "C'mon Sam, supper's done."

Sam sighed and did as he was told; he supposed he really didn't want to learn about the fate of some poor captured bear or buck or whatever his dad was after. But it nagged at the back of his head like an old lady; what did he need a cage for?

Dean dropped down in front of the TV, his usual spot on the couch as comfortable as ever. Normally he watched the Angel Battle events with his dad; of course John had already left so that wasn't going to happen. Dean was a little bothered his dad wasn't going to be home on his birthday, hunting trips were often a weekend long thing. But he was turning 18, his dad wasn't going to be around for every birthday on the exact day, he'd have to grow up about it sooner or later.

Instead of focusing on how pissed he actually was, Dean decidedly drowned himself in good TV.

"Goooooood evening folks!"

The announcer screamed over the speakers followed by the loud screaming of the fans. It was a live broadcast and the first shots were of the massive stadium in London, England, lights were out and the music slowly built up the excitement. Dean loved seeing the different arenas, they were so big and always packed. He wished he could be there, in the stands or on the stadium floor it didn't matter which.

As the announcer ran through the teams they showcased a few clips, some of which were Dean's favourite moments in Angel Battling history. There were always Angel Battles to watch but tournaments were a big deal; there was usually some kind of big prize for the winners. That season had some amazing fights that Dean wished he'd recorded; luckily YouTube existed for him to use.

His favourite team was fighting in this tourney, the archangel Michael and his owner Bela Talbot. Michael was the strongest angel known or ever seen, not to mention he was one of the oldest. Dean knew that there was some hierarchy that the angels had originally come from but he didn't pay too much attention to it. He knew that being an archangel made Michael stronger than any common angel and that's what made watching him fight that much better. He dominated the field; other angels never stood a chance against him. What was important was that Bela knew how to put on a show, and she knew how to use Michael to do it.

Luckily for Dean that night's fight was between Michael and an angel named Tamiel. Dean hadn't ever heard of that one but he was pretty sure the fight was going to be good. He turned up the volume on the TV and sat at the edge of his seat watching Michael's highlight sequence. There was one moment where he'd actually dismembered another angel's leg, it was gruesome but god Dean loved it.

Mary and Sam had to spend the evening listening to Dean cheering and shouting at the screen like some over-enthusiastic ten year old. Sam was needlessly vindictive about it but Mary managed to keep him occupied with other things, further away from the TV and things that made him angry.

Two hours later the live broadcast ended with the promise of replays to come. Dean clicked it off and leaned back in his chair, a grin the size of Texas on his face.

"You look happy," Mary smirked at him and he could barely contain himself.

"They kicked ass, not that I expected anything less of course." His favourite team had won the last round; he couldn't wait to see more from Bela and Michael, they made such an amazing team. They dominated every tournament ever since Bela had bought the archangel; apparently those things took a special kind of person to control them which kind of made Bela that much cooler. She was witty, clever, and very pretty to begin with; being badass only made Dean's posters of her that much more worth it.

Dean stretched and started up the stairs, "I'm off to bed, 'night!" He called to the house, pretty damn sure Sam was too angry to respond.

The lights in the Winchester household dimmed as everyone dozed off; Dean looked forward to the next day, sure his dad wasn't there but his birthday would still be pretty awesome. Mary always made the best pie for him, whatever he wanted for lunch no matter how silly, and the surprise gifts were always worth the wait.

Earlier that evening.

"You know you're crazy, right?" Rufus grumbled from the backseat of John's pickup, "Ain't none of them things left out here, why are we wastin' our time?"

"Because, Rufus, if you had been paying attention from the start you'd know that I caught sight of one lurking around here." Bobby snapped back a retort, arguing like they always did, an old married couple in disguise.

"And how do you know it wasn't someone else's?" Rufus sat forward in his seat, glaring at the baseball cap in front of him.

"It wasn't wearin' a collar," Bobby said indignantly, "No angel's allowed to run around without a collar on if somebody owns 'em. Which means this one is free."

John pulled to a stop and stepped out, "This is the place, right?" He looked at the men in his truck that slowly climbed out, stretching their legs.

"Yep," Bobby nodded as he adjusted his cap, "What're ya gonna use for bait? I'm not sure your makeshift stuff's gonna cut it."

"I have ways." John walked over to the side of his truck and pulled out several tools as well as the large bag he'd tossed back there. Bobby and Rufus watched him set up a specialty net and arrange the trap delicately. He chanted over it, a specific spell they'd found just for such an occasion ('they' being Bobby).

The links in the net flickered a few times and slowly faded again, ready and waiting to hold whatever holy being they tossed onto it. John nodded to himself and looked over at his pals, "Alright guys pass me that paper bag."

Rufus looked at the bag John had showed up with and shrugged, handing it over to the Winchester. "What's in there?"

John opened it up and unwrapped a round object surrounded by tinfoil, "Cheeseburgers."

Bobby and Rufus seemed pleased, smiles coming over both of their faces. "Well hell, pass me one I'm starved." Rufus reached out for it again but John pulled away.

"It's the bait." John reasoned pointedly, unwrapping all the burgers and placing them in a nice pile in the middle of his little 'trap'. He moved to test the triggers and adjust anything that looked like it wouldn't work. Home made things weren't often the fanciest but in John's experience they worked just as well as the commercial product.

"Are you an idjit?" Bobby could barely manage the words, he was too dumbfounded.

"Hey," John looked up from his work and pointed at them, "It's worth a shot."

"I hope you brought stuff for us too," Rufus complained looking around in the truck.

"I'm starting to think you weren't actually taking this seriously," Bobby's complaint sounded oddly similar to Rufus' in tone.

Several hours passed; the magic of time lightening the mood significantly. The three men sat together out of sight from the trap and joked about how ridiculous the whole thing was. They'd wandered out into the middle of nowhere with a bag of cheeseburgers thinking they'd be able to catch an angel with it. John snorted at his own expense, "I'm a real piece of work, gotta wonder sometimes what Mary sees in me."

"Well it sure as hell ain't your intelligence." Bobby chuckled.

"So must be his personality because he's ugly as shit." Rufus laughed, earning himself a good jab to the shoulder.

Then they heard it.

A deafening, high-pitched whine came from their site; none of them had ever heard something like that before. What followed, however, were noises of something they did recognize; the sounds of an animal struggling with a net.

The three looked at one another for a moment, each dumbstruck and extremely baffled at the thought that that plan might have worked. Trying to keep their expectations low, they leapt up and ran down the small trail to the opening. They wanted to see what they'd caught with a pile of cheeseburgers, each of them mostly expecting to see some random thing tangled in the enchanted net. Of course no animal they really knew of made that kind of whine, so hopes were up anyway.

They weren't disappointed.

Bright, white wings flapped desperately in the links of the net, hands pushed and legs kicked out but helped him nothing. The angel whined again, continuing his futile struggle against the angelic binding, sharp cries and snarled whimpers repeated until he tired of appearing silly to the humans watching him. A pair of sharp blue eyes snapped in their direction, a mix of strong emotions only made them look intense but gave nothing away.

"I can't believe it." Bobby breathed in complete astonishment.

"You caught an angel with cheeseburgers." Rufus started to laugh and clapped John on the back, "Damn Winchester, they should write a book about you."

John grinned with pride and marched over to the bundle of feathers wrapped in metal. He knew that angels were powerful and very dangerous when they were free so he didn't dare remove the net. Instead he grabbed the end and started to haul it to his truck. "Help me get him in the cage," John shouted at the other two, "It's solid, it'll hold him."

"Where'd you even get one of those anyway?" Rufus groaned as he pulled the surprisingly heavy dead-weight angel.

"We made it," Bobby smirked and took his fair share of the weight, "Just had 'ta figure out what they did to make 'em special, wasn't so hard."

"So it might not work?" Rufus looked at them.

"It'll work." John muttered seriously.

"Uh huh. But jes' in case it don't I'm ridin' shotgun."

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Just shut up and pull."