A/N: This is just another story that I'm working on and posting on Quizilla, but I just kind of get the feeling that it will be more appreciated here. I have up to chapter 21 written out so updates will be, hopefully, once a day. Usually I start to slack when I have to write up another chapter.
And just as a forewarning it's rated M for language and adult themes, this is Supernatural based after all ^_^
::Prologue::
Her heart throbbed in her chest, and she could hear the blood pumping in her ears as she sprinted across Central Park with unyielding determination. The night in which the young woman ran was quiet and still.
The woman had been at Slim's Irish Pub with her brother when the fluorescent lights dangerously flickered. The pub door crashed open, fog curling in from vacant streets. A man, dressed in a simple beige trench coat, broke up the fog and gazed unwaveringly around at the startled bar goers. Castiel, an angel of the Lord, brought them to the flat above the bar. He told them they were here, they referring to the people Todd and Carter had been searching for for months. As the words left Cas' mouth, she was on her way out of the pub. Something was wrong.
Drawing near Belvedere Castle, her pace slowed as she tried controlling her breathing. The sound of a struggle was near as Carter inched to the top of the hill. Instinct told her "flight" at the sight of the sparring sturdy men, but she knew otherwise. Odors of hellish familiarity engulfed her nostrils, telling her Alastair was the man who was swiftly gaining the upper hand in the fight. All too comfortable in the face of evil, Carter sprang from her position in the hedges to the aide of the poor soul being attacked by the great torturer of Hell.
"Alastair!" She hollered, blocking the injured man from the demon's next blow.
A high-level demon, Alastair, he always managed to posses the most intimidating hosts. Carter elbowed the host in the face, snatched up the man's hand, and dashed away down the hill. Alastair's looming presence forced the two off their feet and sent them tumbling down into one of the embedded streets of the park. Her head cracked against damp pavement and the weight of the man collapsed upon her chest. Groaning, she heaved the man off of her and sat up rubbing the back of her head. In a similar fashion, the man massaged his head and leaned against the wall of earth.
"Thanks for that."
In the light of the moon, Carter could make out the man's chiseled features. His pointed nose and chin complemented his high-cheekbones just as his strong set jaw matched his fixed round mouth. But it was his eyes that held her captivated, those hazel-green eyes. They reflected everything he had seen but should never have, everything that she, too, had seen.
"You're Dean, aren't you? Dean Winchester," she guessed and his face contorted into a look of astonishment.
Her question was interrupted from the call of a concerned brother.
"Carter!" his voice echoed from above.
"Down here! We're down here!" she chanted back. Dry leaves and twigs cracked not far from where they were and several faces soon appeared.
"Dean!" a worried but relieved voice shouted. A tall man around Todd's age slid down the embankment and helped Dean to his feet. Todd soon followed with Castiel and brought his sister up, brushing the dirt off her body. Sam, who was the tall man, turned to the other pair of siblings.
"Dean, this is Todd Augustine. Cas showed up at the room with him and said we needed to meet. Where did you go? I came out of the shower and you were gone," Sam wondered.
Carter eyed up the younger Winchester with a sense of uneasiness. He didn't seem right.
"I got hungry so I went out for food," Dean grumbled.
"How did you end up in Central Park?" Sam asked.
"It was Alastair, he uh got the jump on me, but she came," he explained indicating to Carter and adding "What was your name?"
"Carter Augustine. I'm his sister," she said, jerking her head in the direction of Todd.
"Now that we are all acquainted, I suggest we take this meeting indoors," Castiel interrupted.
The boys led the motley crew back to where they were staying, a ghastly building that struck Carter as a No-Tell Motel at first glance.
I wouldn't be surprised if it was such a structure. She thought.
As they walked to room 113, the quintet passed a lurid, black, classic car. Todd was riveted to the spot and admired the "great American beauty," as he put it. Dean halted to a stop, beaming brightly. Rolling her eyes, Carter followed Sam and Cas into the motel room leaving the motor-heads to their obsession. Cas and Carter took seats at a small table near the door as Sam disappeared in the kitchenette.
The angel curiously watched the girl drum her slender fingers on the worn wooden table.
"You're injured," he flatly pointed out.
"What?" she said only to realize the warm sensation above her eye. Blood wet her fingertips as she pressed them against her forehead just above her right eye.
"Oh, it must've been when I hit the asphalt," she noted, pulling her sleeve over her hand and applying pressure to the cut.
"Let me fix it."
"No, it's ok. I don't need any angelic assistance, I can heal the old fashion way," Carter replied with a little smirk.
Had Castiel been bestowed with human emotion, his face would've read with concern. Despite his emotionless expression, however, Carter knew Castiel was an angel filled with silent doubt and questions.
If he ever fell from grace, Carter often considered, he would make it his life to protect me.
Sam returned minutes later, two beers in his hand.
"Carter?" he asked, holding one out to her. She held up her hand as Todd and Dean walked in from the car.
"No thanks, I don't drink," Carter politely declined.
Dean raised his eyebrows, taking the beer from his brother.
"You don't drink?" he incredulously asked, twisting the top off the bottle. She smirked and peered down at her shoes.
"Let me rephrase. I can't drink. I'm only nineteen," she clarified.
"Coulda fooled me," Dean shrugged.
For the second time that night, Carter rolled her eyes at the elder Winchester and wandered into the bathroom.
"So, Cas, now that we've found the Winchester's, are you going to explain why it was of 'such great importance?'" she implored, washing off her eye.
Castiel stood as she emerged from the bathroom with a washcloth over her eye. He gazed at her for a moment and Carter could feel the questionable stares from Sam and Dean. Clearing her throat, she disrupted the awkward moment.
"Do you guys have any bandages?" she asked, showing them the bloody cut above her eye. Sam readily rummaged through a small bag as Dean indifferently took a swig of his beer. For a second, she narrowed her eyes at him and gladly thanked Sam. Todd took the bandage from Sam and placed it on the small abrasion.
"It is of great importance..." Carter smirked to herself as Cas began, "...that you remain together now. Protect each other, that is all I can tell you at the present," he instructed.
In a customary Castiel manner, the angel left the four humans angrily confused.
"I hate to break it to you two but my brother and I work alone. So it's best you just vamoose," Dean rudely proclaimed under his brother's critical stare.
"We're supposed to stay together," Carter countered, folding her arms across her chest.
"I kinda have to agree with him, Carter. We're better off without them...no offense," he quickly added.
"Look, I'd much rather hunt with just you but we've got our orders. I know it doesn't mean much to you," she told her brother with scorn, "but Castiel told us to protect the Winchesters."
"Well if Castiel says so then we have to do it," Dean quipped, taking another swig of his beer.
"You might want to show a little more respect, Dean, Castiel is an angel," Carter hotly said.
Just as hotly, Dean slammed his bottle on the nightstand and stood.
"Angels are dicks, they don't deserve any respect," he remarked.
"You must've met Uriel," she observed.
"Sam and I are fine. We don't need any protection from a little girl and it sounds like you're better off without us. I don't know what that little angel crush has put in your head but we don't need you," Dean said.
Carter angrily pursed her lips and unfolded her arms.
"Little girl, huh?" she repeated rounding on Dean.
"Carter..." warned Todd. Ignoring her brother's word of caution, Carter tightly gripped Dean's shirt.
"I've seen more than you could possibly conjure up in your worst nightmare," she spat.
"I seriously doubt that," Dean retorted, his eyes narrowed.
Carter shoved him away from her, "That includes what you saw in your brief sojourn in Hell."
Sam's face wrought with surprise, and Dean's still played a sneer.
"Did Castiel tell you that?" Dean mocked once again.
"I don't need this from you," responded Carter, turning on her heel, "Come on, Todd."
Before slamming the door on the Winchester's, Carter flicked her cell number at Dean, "If you ever grow a pair and ask for help..."
