Chapter 1

Cassandra didn't know why, but she had a feeling that she must be in Beacon Hills. Dean Winchester and his brother Sam came with her when she moved to the town.

After Dean drove his black 1967 Chevrolet Impala to their new apartment, they settled in and then walked around the town, checking it out.

After half an hour, Dean's stomach rumbled.

"Looks like it's lunch time." Dean rubbed his stomach.

"You go get food," Cassandra said. "I'm going to walk around a bit more."

"Okay. We'll meet you back at the apartment," Sam said.

Cassandra nodded and waved Dean and Sam goodbye.

Cassandra kept walking until she came across a broken down Jeep with its hood up. She walked over to the boy trying to fix it. He was mumbling to himself as he meddled around with a wrench.

"Do you need help?" Cassandra asked him as she got closer.

He was startled for a moment but then turned to face Cassandra. "No...Uh...I got it. It does this all the time. I'm kind of used to it."

He continued tinkering. Cassandra didn't say anything. She just stood there and watched him.

"There!" He shouted. He walked around and got into his car. He tried turning it on, and he received a tease of his success from the engine until it died down again. He got out of his car and was about to try fixing it, when he saw Cassandra still standing there.

"May I?" She asked, holding out her hand.

He sighed and handed her the wrench. "Fine."

Cassandra took a few steps closer and pretended to tinker a bit.

"Try it now," Cassandra said.

He gave Cassandra a doubtful look before he went back to his car. Cassandra took this opportunity to fix the car with her powers. He turned the car on, and the engine sounded even better than it did when he first got the car. He jumped out of the car, shocked. "How did you do that?"

"I-" Cassandra didn't know what to say.

"Stiles, you got the car started. Let's go." Derek said. He had been in the car the whole time.

Cassandra looked at Derek. He looked to be in his 20's — like her vessel.

Cassandra's vessel had fair skin, straight brown hair that reached her mid-back, blue eyes, thin eyebrows, and a slim build and wore a black t-shirt underneath an unzipped black leather jacket, and a pair of dark blue denim jeans tucked into knee-length black leather boots without buckles or zippers.

"I have to go home. Goodbye." Cassandra turned around and walked away.

"Who the hell was that?" Derek questioned.

"No idea." Stiles responded. "But she fixed my car. Now let's go. Scott is still waiting for us."

"She smells different," Derek muttered.

"Smells? Like a good smell or like a bad smelly smell?" Stiles asked.

"She smells intoxicating and alluring," Derek said. "I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing."

It had been six months since Cassandra moved to Beacon Hills with Dean and Sam, five months since she met Derek Hale, and three months since she started having a relationship with Derek.

She remembered when she first saw Derek, which was when she arrived in Beacon Hills, but she didn't talk to him, nor did she find out his name. It was just a passing glance. He was inside Stiles' Jeep, waiting for Stiles to fix the smoking car. She had secretly used her powers to fix Stiles' Jeep.

She ran into Derek five more times in that month before he decided to talk to her. He told her that he talked to her because her smell was intoxicating and alluring.

Cassandra was sitting next to Derek on the couch in his apartment. Today was the day she was going to tell him that she was an angel.

Unbeknownst to Cassandra, Derek also had something to confess.

Cassandra turned to face Derek. They both opened their mouths to talk, but neither of them said anything.

"Go ahead," Derek said.

"Derek...there's something I haven't told you about myself." Cassandra said. "I am an angel."

Derek was shocked. "An angel? An actual angel?"

"Yes. Forgive me for not saying so earlier," Cassandra said.

"I have a secret of my own." Derek paused. "I'm a werewolf."

Cassandra was shocked. "A-A werewolf?"

"Yeah, but an angel? That's a lot more impressive," Derek said.

"No...I'm actually the youngest of the angels. The others are much stronger than I am." Cassandra waved him off. She and Derek laughed.

"Remember the friends I told you about? All of them are something supernatural. Except Stiles. He's human," Derek said. "Would you like me to take you to meet them?"

"I would like that very much," Cassandra said.

Derek smiled, taking Cassandra's hand as he stood.

"This is Scott. He's also a werewolf. You already know Stiles." Derek started introducing everyone.

"Hi. Stiles. Human." Stiles greeted.

Cassandra chuckled.

"Malia is a werecoyote. Lydia is a banshee. Kira is a kitsune." Derek continued. "Everyone, this is my girlfriend, Cassandra."

"You smell different," Malia muttered as she smelled Cassandra. "What are you?"

"I am an angel." Cassandra said.

"What? Really?!" Stiles shouted. "An angel? An actual angel? Like halo and wings?"

"That is correct...though my wings cannot be seen by anyone who is not an angel." Cassandra looked down in shame. "My wings are a bit broken, so they aren't a worthy sight to see."

Derek took Cassandra's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. She turned towards him. He smiled.

"How many angels are there?" Kira asked Cassandra.

"There are more angels than there are humans," Cassandra said.

Cassandra talked with the teenagers for hours, then she got a call from Dean on her cell phone. "You're leaving? I see. Shall I go with you? Are you sure? I will go right away."

Cassandra hung up her phone.

"Should I take you home?" Derek asked Cassandra.

"I'll show you some of my powers first," Cassandra said. "My wings might be a bit broken, but I can still fly."

Cassandra put a hand on Derek's shoulder. In a second, they were in front of her, Dean, and Sam's apartment, leaving the teenagers in awe of what she was able to do.

Dean and Sam came out of the apartment with their duffel bags

Dean smiled at Cassandra. His smile faded when he saw Derek. He and Sam still hadn't met Derek.

"Dean, Sam, I have returned." Cassandra said.

"Is this…uh...is this the guy you've been telling us about?" Sam asked.

Cassandra nodded. "Yes, this is Derek."

"You're Sam, right?" Derek held a hand out for Sam to shake.

"That means you're Dean," Derek added after he shook Sam's hand.

Dean took his duffel bag and walked over to his car. "Yeah, I'm Dean."

"Are you sure you don't need me on your next hunt?" Cassandra asked.

"I think you're needed more here than you're needed with us," Sam said.

"They're just a bunch of vamps." Dean came back and stood in front of Derek, as if to size him up. "Sam, get the rest of the stuff."

"I'll help you, Sam." Cassandra followed Sam into the apartment.

"Cassandra is like the sister Sam and I never had. If anything bad happens to her, I will kick your ass. Do you understand me?" Dean growled, stepping into Derek's space.

"I'll take care of her, I promise." Derek responded.

Dean nodded, satisfied with Derek's response. "Good."

Cassandra and Sam came out with the remaining things.

"Let's get going," Dean called out to Sam.

Dean and Sam got into Dean's car and left.

Cassandra waved the Winchester brothers goodbye until they were out of sight. Once they were, Derek gave her a peck on the lips.

"I love you," Derek said.

Cassandra smiled. "I love you too, Derek."