"Dean...DEAN we have to get out of here now!" Sam shook Dean violently trying to wake him. It was no use.

Sam tried to lift Dean. He could but barely. He ran to the impala But was shoved back by two demons.

Sam could here there hearts beat. He knew he could not fight the urge to drink daemon blood any longer. He pulled a knife from his pocket and charged. He slit the demons neck and drank.

But this was a dumb move. The other daemon sliced him in the back. Sam fell bloody. He could have sworn it was the end. But out of Nowhere a young woman about 22 appeared out of nowhere and Sliced the demons head and transported Sam and Dean into a cot in the middle of nowhere.

Sam blinked twice. "Why is dean still sleeping...Who are you...Where are we whats going on?"

"I'm a angel well half angel. "She said. "Names Jordan. We are in...Kansas i believe. And Dean was Poisoned by i daemon bartender. You know the one i killed and saved your ass..." She said and Took out a syringe and stuck it into Deans arm. She then flipped Sam on his back sat on his legs and pulled out some sutures and started stitching him. Sam groaned in pain. She reached over to a side table and poured him some whiskey. "Her drink this it should dull the pain a little"

"Why did they come after me and dean?" Sam asked. She had to have known something. there was no way she just HAPEED to be there.

"They came after you because your not Dead. You cheated destiny Sam that's not supposed to happen. Right now you have a big red X on your head and its not going away any time soon"

"So i have to live my life in fear now. well more fear then usual" he said then went to shake his head but groaned from pain. "Okay.." Sam said then sucked air Thur his teeth "Next question...how did you know where we were? we are hidden from angels." She chuckled "I've been flowing you from the start Sam"

He gave her a look. She blushed "In a non-creeper sort of way you see I'm your guardian Sam it was my job to stop yellow eyes but i failed...so ever since I've been trying to help you in any way i can. Killing people who are sent to spy on you ad tell the demons where your going next. Witch is hard because I'm not full angel and your just one big damn danger magnet. But I'm not complaining"

Dean twitched on the bed he was set on. Sam looked over worried but continued to speak. He had more questions.

"How are you half angel?"

"You have seen half Demons and half Shifter. Didn't you think a half Angel was possible. And my dad was a bit of a whore he'd hit on anything in a skirt.."

Sam let his eyes drift to Dean and the two of them laughed. But laughing was painful Jordan as THUROGHLY patching him up. He was trying to count how many stitches he had laced through him. He counted at least twenty-five.

"How big the cut?" he asked

She smiled. Well if i didn't heal you when i touched you and started stitching you would be dead. But my powers aren't that great so you still need stitches."

Sam nodded.

"I'm almost done anyway."

You said you have been following since the start what dose that mean. Start of hunting or Start of life?"

"Well life...but then your good friend yellow eyes damned me and i came out ten years latter so i would say since you were eleven"

She looked down sadly. "I wish i could have helped you out more Sam. I've tried to keep all pain both emotional and physical to a minimal. But I'm not doing a very good job"

"You are. you saved my ass tonight." he assured her. She was oddly caring and sentimental for an angel. Even an half angel, she must be more human then anything.

"All don't Sammy" she said and tied up the sutures and cut off the excess string.

They both heard what sounded like footsteps.

Sam looked over and Deans bed was empty,

Sam looked over Jordan's shoulder.

Dean had a gun pointed at Jordan about to shoot.

Sam fought off the pain and tackled the gun away from his brother. And ripped open the stitches in in his back.

"No Dean! she saved us!...OW see what you make me do Jerk!"

"Bitch" Dean said

"Now is not the time Dean!" Sam said in a slightly angry tone.

Jordan rolled her eyes and picked the ripped stitches out of Sam's back. Poured him some more whiskey and proceeded to stitch him up.