Hi, my name is cristo-salt-pie93 and I'm addicted to Supernatural. :) This is a new profile I started but I'm familiar to the FanFiction world. I REALLY hope you guys will like this story. So PLEASE REVIEW to let me know what you guys think since this is the first chapter! Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own any character from Supernatural. All I own is my OC-Rylee; and this pie beside me.


She stared at the being before her. He just appeared out of thin air, but she couldn't help but to smile. "Maybe he'll play with me." She thought as a smile spread across his face in return.

"Hello, Rylee." He greeted to the little girl sitting on the floor with her toys.

"Hi." She said in return as she started studying him. He had brown hair and brown eyes that were well rounded, as well as his face. His long tan trench coat stood out the most from his character, but she didn't fear him at all. "Who are you?" She asked in curiosity.

He knelt down in front of her and picked up her bird toy. He lifted it in the air as to act like it was flying. A bigger smile spread across her face. He couldn't help but to smile back again. "I'm an angel." He said quietly as he proceeded flying the bird toy.

Rylee's mother always talked of angels before. They were guardians, God's workmen to bring miracles and protection to Earth. "Angels are always watching over us." Her mother said every night. Rylee picked up the elephant toy and lifted it in the air with his bird as they were flying together. This made him give a small chuckle, but he kept playing with her. "What do you know of angels, Rylee?"

Rylee dropped her elephant toy and picked up the alligator, and lifted it in the air. "They're nice." She smiled as the alligator and bird flew together.

"And?"

"And they protect us." She dropped the alligator and grabbed a doll and lifted it in the air. "My mommy told me they watch over us at night and bring something called miracles."

He smiled in amusement. "Tell me, do you know what miracles are?" He made the bird do flips in the air. This made her smile again.

"Um, like things that doesn't happen easily." She tried as she watched his face for approval.

The man smiled. "Yes, something like that." He dropped the bird toy. "What if I told you I'm here to bring you a miracle?"

Her face brightened in surprise. "What kind of miracle?" She asked in hype and dropped her doll.

"A very special one, but you must be careful with it."

She adjusted her head in confusion. "Why?"

He glanced down toward her toys and back up at her face. "Well, it can be dangerous and bring danger as well. Use it when you come across bad things. Keep it our little secret okay?"

She nodded in agreement. "Can I make ice cream with my mind?" She clapped her hands together with a smile.

The man laughed. "No…" He responded and watched her hands drop as well as her smile. "But you will be able to do great and powerful things." He sat down on his butt and crossed his legs Indian style.

"Why me, Mr. Angel? Why not my friend, Cassie down the street? She always beats me at doll wars…" She said with disgust for her lost doll wars.

He smiled at her. "She's pretty bright for her age." He thought. "Because God picked you, Rylee. You are very special." He answered brushing back the hair in her face and tucking it behind her ear.

She smiled at his answer. He couldn't help but to admire how beautiful she was. Straight and long brown hair, a round face, and those eyes. He stared into her big bright blue eyes. They were completely mesmerizing. Even for an angel like him.

He heard footsteps enter from another room, but he remained still.

The mother looked around the room in confusion and then stared at her daughter. "Rylee? Sweetie, who are you talking to?"

Rylee looked back to the man and back to her mom. "Can't you see him?"

"See who, Baby?" She responded with a confused look.

"Mr. Angel."

He smirked at her answer and watched her mother's reaction.

She smiled at her daughter's faith. "Is he protecting you?" She played along.

Rylee glanced back at him as he raised his finger up to his lips to signal their special secret. "Yes." She answered with discomfort. She never lied to her mother before.

Her mother smiled and went back into the other room, wondering how long Rylee will have this 'imaginary best friend'.

He nodded his head in approval at Rylee with a small smile. "It's okay, Rylee." He said to comfort her first lie guilt.

She scooted closer to him and grabbed a button on his trench coat and studied it with her fingers. He didn't stop her, he just smiled at her innocence. "Do you have a name, Mr. Angel?" She asked.

"Castiel."

"Castiel." She repeated. Rylee let go of his button and looked into his eyes. "Will this miracle hurt?"

He shook his head. "No, you'll just see this bright light and then you'll fall asleep for a couple hours. But don't be afraid, okay? I want you to be strong. It will take time for this miracle to develop. You will need to practice it when you can. Remember what I said earlier, Rylee. Our little secret." He reminded her as he stared into her amusing eyes.

"Okay." She agreed. "Will I get to see you again, Castiel?" She scooted even closer and hugged his arm.

He smiled down at her. "Sometime in the future." He answered and watched her scoot back in front of him. "Are you ready, Rylee?"

She nodded.

He slowly raised his hand to her head and placed his thumb on her forehead.

A bright light appeared and then darkness.


"Let me see your badge." The man demanded as he studied the young woman. He guessed she was in her early twenties, but he had to have proof.

She flipped out her 'badge' and read the name, "Sarah Lofften" He nodded in approval for how official it looked.

"I know this is a hard time for you, Mr. Sanderson. But I'll only be here for a few minutes." She said as he invited her inside his home. She instantly scanned her surroundings and then the distinct smell hit her. "Sulfur…I knew it." She thought. Her blood started pumping as she knew this was a confirmed hunt.

She walked into the dining room and turned toward him. "So this is where it happened?"

He nodded with grief plastered on his face. "Yes. I found her there. Her throat…slit." He swallowed back at the memory.

"You're not the only one, Buddy." She walked by the window and seen the sulfur particles clear as day. But perhaps to a civilian, it wouldn't be so noticeable. "I'm sorry, Mr. Sanderson. The FBI will find your daughter's killer."

She sucked in a breath when she noticed he was beginning to cry. "Why would they kill my Lily? She was getting ready to graduate with her master's degree…" He sobbed even harder.

She slowly made her way to the door. She wasn't comfortable giving comfort to strangers. Or even getting close to someone for that matter. "I'll be leaving now. I'm sorry again and thank you." She walked out to her bright blue '69 Chevelle with 2 parallel black lines down the hood. She couldn't help but to admire it every time she walked up to it.

"I know you're here somewhere…" Rylee thought after she started her Chevelle. "And I'm going to kill you…"


"Sam."

Sam stirred in his sleep.

"Sammy!" A fist connected with his shoulder.

He jumped awake to see his brother driving beside him, smiling. "Morning, Sunshine."

"Morning, Dean." He responded blandly while he rubbed his shoulder. "You didn't have to punch me."

Dean ignored his brother's complaining and turned up the radio when "Black Betty" came on. "Jasper, Indiana. A man reported his graduating daughter dead. Slit throat."

"Evil spirit?" Sam guessed, glancing over to his brother.

Dean shrugged. "We don't know till we get there." He took a bite off the jerky in his hand. "Could be a Demon." He said between bites.

They changed into their suits before arriving to the house. "Dean, give me a reasonable name." Sam commanded softly.

"What?" Dean asked.

Sam swallowed. "You always give me stupid names. Like Pedro Bunz." He complained as they walked closer to the residence.

Dean laughed. "I never gave you that name. Besides, silly names bring humor to these types of things." He smiled at his brother.

Sam shook his head. "Still, it's embarrassing…"

"Fine, fine." Dean remarked as they knocked on the front door.

An older man answered the door and studied the two momentarily. "Hello, Sir." Dean started as they both flipped their 'badges'. "I'm Detective Neil Miles and this is Detective Pedro Bunz."

Sam shifted and clenched his teeth.

The man rolled his eyes. "This is the third time I've talked to the FBI. Will you please just leave me alone and quit reminding me of my daughter…" He yelled as tears stated filling his eyes.

Dean and Sam looked at each other in confusion. Normally, the FBI visit once. The brothers are usually the second 'FBI' visit to get information of the case. "Who saw you the second time, Mr. Sanderson?" Dean asked.

"Some younger girl. Sarah Lofften." He replied, wiping his tears. "All she did was come in, look, and left. She wasn't here for even 5 minutes and she didn't ask questions."

Dean and Sam looked at each other again and confirmed it mentally with each other. "Do you remember what she looked like?"

He nodded. "She had long brown hair and these bright ice blue eyes."

"Thank you, Mr. Sanderson." Sam said and made their exit.

As they both got to the safety of the Impala, Sam sighed, "There's another hunter in town." He thought of the outcomes that could result from this. "Probably trouble too." He added.

"Well." Dean opened his car door and loosened the tie around his neck. "Let's introduce ourselves."


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