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Whenever it came to angel work, there was no questions about the work that all God's children did for him. The archangels sometimes oversaw the work of certain angels, although if asked they did it against their will. One angel though? She had the attention of every archangel and angel in Heaven. Carman was the daughter of Lucifer and another angel who was known as Lucinda. The two of them each were known for their own misdeeds in Heaven and they unfortunately followed Carman wherever she went. But Carman wanted to make a better name for herself, so she signed onto working with Castiel before he went to the Winchesters. However, even though she worked her hardest, Carman could sense any feelings the Winchester boys had. Castiel did not hate Carman, though there were days he was contrite with her and doled out a punishment that fit her crime. But it didn't mean that the archangels weren't going to still check up on the daughter of the wicked ones.

The boys were out on a ghost hunt with Castiel and when Carman tried to join them, Dean was harder than ever and ordered Carman to stay behind. Castiel and Sam were going to speak in her defence until Dean said words they all knew would just mess with Carman's head. "We don't need any of the evil angel mojo ruining a plan," he snapped out before anyone could stop him.

Castiel, however, had a better reason and tried to get Carman on his page. "Your wings are still injured, are they not?" Carman actually felt a bit of nerve to lie to her teacher knowing it would get her out. "Do not think to lie to me young lady, or the consequences will be dire."

In the end, Carman agreed with Castiel since he at least was looking out for her injuries from the last hunt. But it didn't change that to her, it meant she was useless. She was currently curled up in the library reading up on some lore before she heard the warding on the bunker go a weird way and she sighed grabbing her angel blade. She sighed hearing her phone ring. "This is Carman."

"Hey. Just thought I'd call and ask how it was going back at the bunker," Sam greeted and Carman rolled her eyes at the hunter knowing he was trying to act like everything was cool. "We're almost done. So I also wanted to assure you we'd be back soon."

"That's great Sam," she answered before opening the kitchen drawer to reveal her twin daggers. "Tell Dean there's a Cherry Pie in the fridge for him when he gets back. I actually made it and I think I made it right this time," she informed.

"You are on speaker," Dean began and she rolled her eyes at the commentary. "But regardless, are you sucking up for your attitude to us all before we left a couple days ago?? Because if so? It's working. Thanks for the attempt. Hopefully I don't get food poisoning this time."

Carman felt her heart sink at that comment as she knew it was to be a joke, but it didn't change that it hurt to be reminded she had poisoned the human hunter. "Ignore him. Dean will be delighted to eat a slice of the pie when we return. I'm glad to see you found something constructive to do with your spare time," Castiel answered and she chuckled at that. 'We should be back in about 5 hours."

"Sounds good. I'm just going to be in the library," she assured hanging up. As she looked around she could still feel a weird energy and the bunker's weird response to what happened alarmed her. She knew to check for what kind of creature she could be dealing with. Opening her phone she looked for Castiel's contact before she saw her phone glitch. "Electromagnetic interruption. It's one of our people," she mused walking out of the kitchen and keeping her ears peeled for any signs of movement. When she walked into the main area of the bunker she could feel the energy even better. "Oh good grief," she sighed looking around but holding her angel blade at the ready. "Is it you Michael?"

"Guess again," the voice teased.

"Hello Gabriel," she sighed putting her blade into it's sheath and waiting for the angel to show up and he walked out from behind a pillar. "What can I do for you? Castiel is out right now."

"Wow. You'd think after being your mentor for a year, you'd know me well enough to know I would come see you occasionally as well," he teased and she counted to 5 in her head before turning to him. "Plus Castiel sent me to look over your injuries. He thinks you are lying about the extent. Even though you are half archangel and half angel, you still have flaws. Let me see," he responded and she shook her head jumping up to the higher level of the bunker and looking at him before standing behind a pillar. "Carma," he began softly.

"I'm fine Uncle Gabriel," she promised looking straight ahead. She knew she couldn't lie to his face so she had to hide it. She opened her eyes to see some of her true form revealing itself. "It's minor. It'll go away."

"All the same, I'd like to see it myself," he answered walking towards the stairs. Gabriel, Michael and Castiel all knew this little issue with Carman came up. She couldn't bring herself to admit if she was injured and to what extent. As he walked up the stairs he heard a whoosh and watched as Carman appeared to have flew herself down the hall at the bottom of the stairs. "Are we really playing this game?"

"I really do not think the injuries are serious enough to warrant the intervention of an archangel," she responded as she kept her pace to her room. She was going to stall for time as long as she could. She had to. She was Lucifer's daughter which meant she couldn't be in pain. She was going to be okay soon. As she got to her little space that was her personal room she closed the door and locked it hoping Gabriel wouldn't try anything. But to no avail. She saw him walk right through the door and she glared at her uncle as he could see her.

"You're not able to keep everything inside your vessel," he noted gently and she glared at him. "But that's not due to your injury, is it? It's because I showed up. You didn't think anyone would pay attention to your injuries. Or care enough to intervene. So when I got past the bunker's security," he began looking at her and she sighed trying to emotionally control herself.

"I'm fine," she responded annoyed looking away from him and letting her wings expose themselves and it made Gabriel look at her amazed. "What? No words for the broken toy of the angellic community?"

"Broken toy?" Gabriel knew now that there was something eating at Carman and she wasn't allowing it free. She wouldn't talk about it to Castiel, which was why he actually was called down. Despite his nature as a trickster, Michael was more strict. Gabriel was closer to Carman's maturity level.

"It's nothing. Now if you don't mind I promised a certain seraph I'd be in the library when he returned. So I can not be caught in a lie," she dismissed going to walk away and Gabriel grabbed her arm and she looked at him. "I'm okay."

"You're not. Do you have the wing care kit that Michael sent you to Earth with?" She glared at him and he realized. "You never were sent by Michael. You snuck out," he realized and she nodded. "Where is it?"

"Nightstand drawer," she informed and she counted to 10 before he returned with it. "I only snuck out because I was really getting sick of Ishim and Mirabel. I wanted to be taught by Castiel. Even though he's strict, he's compassionate."

"It's who he is. He will act all annoyed with you but he cares. Also, don't act like we all didn't know you snuck off. Michael's not happy with his niece," he informed as he opened the kit and pulled out the comb, brush and tweezers and wing pliers. She looked mortified at the wing pliers and he sighed at that. "Your wings were distorted. If you had come home, or told Castiel right away, we may have been able to avoid those."

"That's putting it mildly," Castiel responded walking in and looking at the clearly ashamed Carman. "How long until you got her to perch on her bed for you to run the kit through?" Gabriel looked at him and Castiel could see the Winchesters looking at her. "Sam, you may stay for the next little bit. Dean, I believe you were told about a pie that was made for you."

"As long as I don't die from it," Dean muttered before grunting in pain as Sam stomped on his foot. "I'll go try some right now," he promised before Sam walked in and closed the door.

"Why didn't you tell anyone about these injuries to your wings Carman?" Castiel knew that despite knowing she was in trouble with him, she never lied to the angel. Ever. When he was met with silence, he glanced down as he took the pliers from Gabriel and noticed a stray tear silently falling. "Are you in pain?"

"No," she responded and Gabriel looked at Castiel confused. "My injuries were minor, I thought at least, so I didn't say anything. I've healed from injuries in the past, so why would today be any different?"

"Because your wings are literally bent into almost a ball. It's a miracle you flew down the stairs and the hall away from me," Gabriel responded as he and Cas finally got her wings to straighten out. They had to get her plumage to be straight or her wings would never heal. "Michael asked about why you missed your scheduled visit with him."

"You didn't go to see your father?" Castiel didn't believe what he was hearing. He always made sure on the days that she was allowed, Carman was able to go visit Lucifer. She shook her head and sighed.

"Didn't really want to see him today. I'll get another visit next month," she assured.

"Not the issue at hand. Now again, why hide this?"

"To quote a friend of our's. Injuries happen. But you deal with them and move on," she responded and Castiel bit his lip knowing now this was more than just the injury getting to her mind.

"Dean and you got on a bit of a rough note. But he's not saying these things out of malice. He is saying them out of the care he has for you. When I explained to him that you fled from upstairs, that you needed somewhere you could feel safe, he knew I was what you thought of as safe. You haven't had the same life as others. So you came to find me. Which I'm relieved for," he explained before looking at her. "But what I didn't get," he began before wincing as he heard her groan in pain. "Was why you felt the need to hide all your injuries."

"I'm the daughter of the devil and his right handed consort. What's it matter if I'm in pain?" Castiel began to run the sentence through his head and immediately realized who she was referring to.

"Bumblebee, if this is about what happened between Raphael and you," Castiel began before he saw her wing twitch and it confirmed his suspicions he sighed. "I am not aware of everything, am I?"

"I was minding my business and he goes and parades to all the young angels that if they aren't careful they'll wind up like me. Orphaned. No parents and just a mentor to go off of. Even though Uncles Michael and Gabriel did try with me."

"Did try? We still try. Michael's been trying to get a hold on you for weeks. But you ignore him," Gabriel responded and she tilted her head. "You go flying once a week in a field that Castiel shows you is warded. Been feeling any large gusts of wind while you fly?"

"That was him?"

"He knows you like to fly so he tries to mess with you to catch your attention. I try to look for you every time you're out," Gabriel answered looking at her. "Me and Michael do not care about the fact that you were basically made in spite of Father. We care that you're safe. Do you understand me?" She nodded and he hugged her once he was sure that her wings were not going to ball up. "Do me a favor and come talk to Michael this weekend. And come home. Dad misses you."

"I'm not going to start another argument tonight," she sighed and Gabriel looked at her shocked. "Don't make me."

"No. Let's hear it. What were you going to say?"

"How can he love me? I'm nothing."

"Go home for a couple days. If there's a hunt I'll get Gabriel to bring you back down," Castiel decided. She sighed and as Gabriel took her back to Heaven he saw Chuck and Michael waiting for them.

"Carma," Michael sighed in relief hugging her and noticing her angel wings were in slight casts. "You were hurt?"

"She hid it from Castiel. Who told her to come home for a bit," Gabriel informed looking at Michael. "She's been in hiding because of how she's being painted around other angels. As if she's being condemned."

"My child," Chuck began walking over to her and gently touching her shoulder. "Why would you think that you're being condemned?"

Because the one who physically created me is treated like garbage and everyone treats me the same. I was scared. I couldn't face you. What if you were like everyone else? Why would you love me anyways?

"Now you can stop that. I will love you. No matter what. I have seen what you do and how hard you work. It is good to see you listen to Castiel and seek him for safety. I do hope you continue that as it's clear he helps you. But for the next couple days. Stay home with your brothers. As they are more your brothers than uncles," he informed.

"Okay," she responded.

"Okay what?" Michael did want her on manners but God had clearly beaten him to the punch.

"Yes father," she responded shyly before smiling in relief as she was hugged by him and her wings fully restored.

"Go on. Michael has much to show you," he informed and she nodded running after him with a smile on her face. It would take time, but eventually she would make it through the worst of the storm.