I stand in the doorway, watching as my brother Gabriel patches his wounds from the last fight we'd been in. He grunts as he stitches a bad wound to his arm, and I wince, glad that its not me with a wound like that.

He finishes and pours alcohol over it, yelling loudly as it enters his wound.

I lick my lips nervously, still standing in the doorway watching him.

"Are you going to be ok, brother?"

He looks up at me, pain all over his face, and I flinch at it.

I walk over to him and sit on the bed opposite. We're in a motel room, which we considered our base, for
the moment anyway. All of a sudden he starts to laugh, and I frown at him.

"What is so funny?"

He looks at me and stops laughing, grimacing in pain.

"Nothing, just typical ain't it? I get all the pain and suffering again while you get off scot free." He shudders and drinks from the bottle of whiskey he has in his hand. I'd heard alcohol seemed to numb pain, both emotional and physical.

I put my hands in my lap.
"I will have to go out hunting for Demons alone next time, you are not fit enough for the forseable future Gabriel."

He looks at me, shaking his head.
"Oh no Katherine, you are not facing Demon's alone. I am not having my little sister hurt."

He tries to stand and staggers back in pain. I get up immediately and grab his arm tightly, making sure he doesn't fall, and I guide him to sit back down in the chair.

"Fine, do not hurt yourself further. I will not intentionally leave unless we are called, alright?"
He agrees to that and grunts, slouching down in the chair, once again drinking the whiskey. I can smell it from the bed which I'm sitting on again.

We don't sleep, so we sit up talking the rest of the night and day, making plans for how we should attack the next Demons that come across our path. The night comes again, and Gabriel is feeling much better, and then we smell them. More Demon's, no more than a mile away. We instantly react, grabbing our Archangel blades and appearing on a dark lonely road.

It's chilly, and the smell of blood hangs in the air. That's when I spot the body's, two of them face down on the floor. Gabriel watches my back
as I go over and examine them. They had been Angels, but both were now dead, the Demon's no doubt. But the Demon's were no where in sight.

Suddenly, I feel someone grab me from behind, and hear Gabriel yell my name. The hands are strong and grip me tight against whoever is holding me. I struggle and reach for my blade which had been attached to my belt, only to find it was no longer there.

Panicking, I struggle more and try to get the stranger to release me. He stinks of Demon, but it surprised me
that it wasn't in a bad way.

I feel hot breath against my ear, then growling. I shudder, not being able to help myself.

"Well well, aren't you a pretty little thing," The Demon growls into my ear.I bite my lip and grab at his hands, which I notice are pretty big, and I can't help but think what those hands would feel like all over me.

Shaking the thought away from me, I grab hold of the Demons hands firmly and use all my strength to force him away
from me. I force him to the ground and put my foot at his throat. He just chuckles and grins up at me, not fighting me.

He's the most beautiful handsome thing I've ever laid eyes upon. He has sparkling green eyes that I could drown in, and short dark hair, and very good muscles. Damn, he could be a male model.

I hear Gabriel killing another Demon behind me, it's screams echoing throughout the deserted road. I look down at the Demon on the ground, my foot still firmly on his throat. For some reason, I don't want to kill this one. I frown at myself, but before I can do anything, Gabriel is next to me, blade ready to strike.

Without thinking, I grab his hand and shake my head.
"No Gabriel."
He stops and looks at me, frowning.

"What do you mean, no? Let me kill the bloody thing."

He goes to use the blade again and I grab his wrist firmly, and he yelps out in pain, dropping the blade and I grab it before it hits the ground.

I look at the Demon on the ground, who is looking up at me intently.

"What are you waiting for, Angel? Finish me baby."

I smirk and twirl the blade in my hand, but I put it in my belt instead. I remove my foot from his throat and he stands up, a wide grin all over his face.

Gabriel steps towards him but I shoot him a warning glance, and he steps back again, shaking his head at me. I glare back at the Demon.

"Get out of here, and never return."

The Demon winks at me then vanishes into thin air. Gabriel curses under his breath and looks at me.

"And what was that? Do you know who that was?"

I look at Gabriel curiously.

"What do you mean?"

"That was Dean Winchester, of the Winchester Demon Brothers. You know, who slaughtered a whole Garrison not so long ago?"

I sigh, releasing what I've just done, having no idea why I'd done it either.

"I'm sorry Gabriel, I did not realise."

"And since when do we start letting Demon's live anyhow?"

I glare up at him, not wanting to answer his question.

"Shut up and lets just go back to the motel."