"So, your dad.  Tell me about him," Bill Bennett said as we searched for Cas.  "I'm new to parenthood, and I want to know what traits a girl wants in her father."  I didn't say anything for a moment, unsure if I should tell him about Cas or my real father, which was the man walking right beside me.

I decided to tell him about my real dad.

"He's really great, a wonderful dad," I replied.  "He's letting me pursue my life goal, not his life goal for me.  He's kind, fun, and just a straight genius."

"Sounds like an amazing dad," he said.  I flashed him a smile.

"Yeah, he is."

We walked up and down three different roads.  The sun was beginning to sink below the horizon, and there was worry in my father's eyes.

"Are you sure you don't want to call this in?  Call someone?" he asked.  I shook my head, then said a silent prayer to Cas:

Cas, where are you?  We are looking for you.  It's okay; you can come.  Please come.

"Abigail?"

"Hm?"

"Did you hear me?" I shook my head once more.  "I said that we should probably head back to the house, then figure out what to do after that."

"Okay," I said, disappointed.

We walked a quarter mile back home, and we were about to head inside, but I thought I saw movement.  I squinted as I looked into the trees.

"Cas?" I whispered.  I walked into the trees with curiosity.  "Dad!"  I ran up to Castiel with my arms wide.  Before Cas could do anything, I wrapped him in a huge hug and whispered into his ear, "You're my father.  My name is Abigail."

"Abigail!  I've been looking for you!" Cas said.  Wow.  I was impressed that Cas was playing along so well.  I had expected him to say something along the lines of  "This is Abigail, and I am her father," which was a statement that was clearly obvious.

I was proud of him.

"Da--Mr. Bennett.  This is my father."  I motioned to Cas.

"I'm Castiel."

Dad looked at him, confused at the odd name.  He cleared his throat.  "Like she said, Mr. Bennett. Bill Bennett."  He offered a hand.  Castiel stared at it, confused.

"Shake it," I whispered out of the corner of my mouth.

Cas finally took Dad's hand and shook it, but far too much.  You could see the awkwardness in my father's eyes.  Finally, Cas let go.

"So, I guess you want your daughter back now," Dad said with an awkward chuckle.  "She's a great kid."  I smiled wide to try to make it less awkward, but I think it had the opposite effect.  "Would you like anything to eat?  We have some cake in the house."

"No, thank you," Cas said.  "I don't eat."

Dad's brow furrowed.  "Um...okay.  Well, it was nice to meet you.  Do you need anything, anything at all?  A ride, maybe?"

"No."

"All right, then.  If you two are okay, I guess I should probably head back."  Dad wasn't exactly sure what to do.  I found this amusing.  Dad always knew what to do.  I suppose it was a trait that he'd developed after they'd gone through more of their parenthood.

"Good luck, you guys."  He walked up the steps and opened the front door, turning to give a wave before heading inside.

I waved back.  As soon as the door shut, I pulled Cas into the woods.

"Where were you?"

"I was here the whole time," Cas replied.

"'The whole time.' The whole time we were looking for you, too? You didn't think to come out?  Even after I prayed to you?"

"I wasn't sure if I should have.  I didn't want to"--his voice lowered to a whisper as he leaned forward--"blow your cover."  He gave me a wink that he made sure was obvious to see, which involved head movements and an open mouth.

"Cas, what show were you watching that made you think that doing that was okay?"

"No show," he said.  "Just watching people.  Trying to fit in."

"Oh, yeah, and you're doing a fantastic job."  I crossed my arms.  "Anyway, we need to find out what we're doing next."

I leaned against a tree, and then it was cold outside.  Freezing.  A gust of bone-chilling wind was thrown at my side.  I looked down at my feet, which were buried in at least a foot of snow.

Digital snow.  I was in another cartoon.

I shivered.  Castiel appeared next to me, again looking like a type of fan art.

"What the hell?" I exclaimed.

"The tree you leaned against was the bridge."  Cas held up a drawing that he'd picked up off the ground when we'd first arrived in my home universe.

It was a sketch of a treehouse.  My treehouse.  It was one that my dad and I built in 2005.  (Okay, Dad built it all.  I just beat the bottom post with a plastic hammer.)

This tree that I had leaned on happened to be the same tree that the treehouse was built in.

"But I thought we couldn't use the bridges in our origin universe."

"You must be able to use them all--"

"Because I have used so many others?" I interrupted.  "From crossing so many bridges, I now have the ability to cross any, even in my universe of origin."

"It appears so."

"Or maybe because I'm an angel?" I suggested.  "Or, something like that.  I'm not officially one yet."

"That is also possible."

My teeth chattered.  Castiel seemed unaffected by the cold.  Must be an angel thing.

"Here," he said.  He removed his trenchcoat and placed it over my shoulders.  "This should help a bit."

"Thank you," I said.

The coat fit very large on me, but I didn't mind.  It was warm, nonetheless.

We suddenly heard shouting echo through the mountains.

"LET'S GO BRING BACK SUMMERRRRR!"

Cas looked at me, confused.

"Oh, hell no," I said.  "Not this movie."

"What movie?"

"Frozen," I said.

"You hate this movie?"

"No, I just hate how people won't shut up about it.  Like, it's been two years, and people still treat it like the movie came out yesterday."

"You hate its popularity."

"Yes."  I looked down.  "So we have to dig through this cold-ass snow to find the clue?"  My eyelids drooped; exhaustion was overtaking me.

Cas said something, but I couldn't make out his words.  The world was too fuzzy.

God, no.

My knees buckled.

Once I fell into the snow, I was wrapped in icy darkness.

-

I woke up with a cough . I was lying in an empty barn.  I pushed myself into a sitting position, blinking several times to clear my vision.

The door was cracked, letting in a sliver of light.  I crawled through the hay to the door, peeking through the opening.

The cartoon landscape was no longer covered in snow; it was spring.  So, the eternal winter had been reversed by now.

That meant that the movie as I knew it was over.  Now it was fair game.

It was warm now.  I removed Cas's trenchcoat, draping it across my forearm.

"Cas!" I called out.  I struggled to my feet, picking hay out of my hair, as well as brushing it off of my t-shirt and jeans.  "Cas!"

I wandered through several trees until I found Castiel sitting on a hill, staring into the sky.

"Cas," I said.  He looked at me with solemn eyes.

"Nicole," he said.

"I blacked out again."

"Yes."

I slumped beside him, then handed him his coat.  When he accepted it, a smirk jumped up his face for a fraction of a second.

"Thank you."  I nodded.  Cas looked back up at the sky.  "Interesting how, after all of the universes we've traveled through, certain details are always the same."

"What do you mean?"

"The sun, the moon, the stars...the people in each world look at the same things..."  He trailed off.  "Perhaps that is why they look to the stars for guidance.  The same things look the same but are in fact different."

My brow furrowed as I tried to understand what he was saying.  "You sure do think a lot every time I black out or go on a milk run."

This time he truly smiled as he looked at me.  "I have plenty of the time."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm a heavy sleeper," I said with an eye roll.  "Especially now." 

Castiel stared at me in confusion.  "When did you buy milk?"

"Cas, it's a figure of speech."

"Oh, right."

I blinked. "So, what's the bridge now?"

Cas explained the clue he'd found after I blacked out, which was several miles away, and he'd carried my limp body the whole way.  Honestly, I'd felt a little touched.

But, yeah, the clue was a horse saddle.  I told Cas that we needed to head to Arendelle and find the stables.

The journey was long and boring; there was nothing really worth telling.  Once we finally reached the open gates, Cas used his returning mojo to get us an escort to the stables.  Unfortunately, there were hundreds of horses, and they all looked identical.

"What do we do, touch every horse until one of us disappears?"

I continued to watch the horses prance around in a childlike manner.  There was no answer from Cas.  I looked at him, confused.

"Cas?"

"I can do it.  I'm strong enough," he said.

"Do what?  You're going to have to be more specif--"

"Give you a charge," said Cas.

"Oh.  So that means that we don't have to go slapping horses' butts?"

He cocked his head, confused.  "Why would we have to slap their rears?"

"Never mind.  So now, what exactly does that mean?"

"We must find somewhere where we cannot be seen; it will be bright."

"Okay," I said, nodding.  I looked around, finding another barn.  I pointed to it.  "What about there?"

"That will do."

We headed to the barn, slipping inside.  Castiel told me that I needed to find somewhere to sit, so I found a bench in the back.  He kneeled in front of me, taking my hands in his.

"With the charge I will also transfer the knowledge of how to use your newfound powers."

He closed his eyes, mumbling Enochian.  I closed my eyes as well.  Once Cas stopped speaking, I felt a tingling run up my fingers.  It spread through my hands, arms, and eventually throughout my entire body.  The tingling ended with a spark, a shock, and then a momentary numbness.  I felt heat build up in my neck, right where an angel's grace belongs.  

On my back, I felt wings.  Wings.  They stretched outward far and broad, strong and powerful.

My eyes fluttered open against my will, and I gasped.  I was surrounded in bright blue light, not white like a normal angel, and its brightness no longer hurt my eyes.

The light was absorbed into my skin quickly.  Once it was all gone, Cas collapsed.

"No, no.  Not again," I said.  "Not again!  Cas!"  I threw myself beside him.

He was unconscious, not dead.  Somehow I knew that he only needed to sleep it off.  Perhaps it had to do with the "knowledge of how to use" my "newfound powers."

I glanced at the barn door, thinking about the horses and one of them being a bridge.  This had to end.  I placed my hands on Castiel's arm.

Well, here goes nothing.

I put my powers to the test.  The world around us changed.  I smiled, exhaling with glee.

I did it.  I actually have powers.  I have superpowers!

It's a life dream.  A wish that every child makes in their lifetime.

And it happened to me.

I knew where I was, too.  I was in the exact place that I'd imagined, at close to the exact time.  It was only a few days after we'd left.

The bunker was clean, like always.  It was early in the morning; Sam and Dean would be waking up soon.  I decided to test out my wings and take Cas into an empty bedroom.

Flying is fun.  Though it may seem like it happens in fractions of a second to humans, it feels quite longer to angels.  I could flap my wings and feel the air hit my cheeks.  I phased through walls easily, and Castiel felt weightless in my grasp.

When I'd reached the bedroom, I made sure he was nice and comfy in the bed.  As I was leaving the room, with my feet this time, I passed a mirror.  I looked at my face.

Both of my eyes were blue now.  The completion of the Angelification process had done that.  The swirls that had been beautifully branded on my face were translucent; you could only see them if you were closely searching for them.

But me, with blue eyes?

I liked it better, especially that piercingly-bright of a blue.

I inferred that while white light represented the Angel-Borns, blue represented Turned Angels.  That explained my eyes turning blue from the energy, and the blue light during my Turning.

I looked back at Cas, who was sleeping peacefully.

Next, I heard voices growing closer as they traveled down the hallway.

"How could you run out of coffee?" Dean said.

"You didn't tell me you'd used the last of it," replied Sam.

Now they were only a few feet away.

"I'll go get some more in a few minutes," Sam said with a yawn.

"Bring me some pie," Dean said.  They both stopped when they reached the doorway of the room I was standing in.  "Nicole?"

Dean was wearing a bathrobe and slippers.  Sam wore a t-shirt, baggy pants, and had messy hair.

"Hi," I said awkwardly.

Dean's eyes caught sight of Castiel on the bed.  "Cas?"  He hurried to the bedside.

"He's just resting," I explained.  "Giving me the angelic charge took a lot of his energy away."

"So, you're a full angel now?" Sam asked.

"As full as I'm gonna be."

"Great, that means that you can go get me some coffee, and some pie," Dean said.  I smirked.  Me doing it would be much faster than Sam. "Don't forget the pie."