Ok first off… Don't own anything except for the occasional angel, demon, or random killer bunny.

Second… sick and twisted doesn't begin to describe what is in my head if you don't like it don't read it. If it can be done it probably will be and soon…

Third… No beta reader so no censor and no grammar, story, etc checking forgive me my mistakes as they are mine to make.

Sam stared distractedly out the window of the Impala. His usual position when Dean was blaring his music and ignoring him completely. He wasn't sure what had upset his brother Dean this time but it wasn't anything that he could help. He always seemed to be angry these days. He closed his eyes for a moment letting his abilities out of their cage. He gradually reached out around him searching for his next source of power. He would never tell Dean this but after Ruby and the panic room he still craved it and once in a while still drank it.

"Dean," Sam yelped as a bright light streaked across the night sky he was reaching out to.

"What?" Dean snapped back annoyed at being interrupted from his own thoughts. Sam pointed out the window as the light fell slowly to earth. "What the fuck?" Dean whispered as he watched the light fall.

"Comet, meteor shower," Sam sighed, "Not tonight not at least one that I know of"

"Nerd" Dean grinned still watching the light streak across the sky.

Dean pulled the Impala to rough side of the road. He stared at the flash as it descended into the darkness. The bright orange of flames leaped from the trees near where the object had to have landed.

Grabbing whatever weapons that were handy the brothers walked carefully toward the circle of fire. Entering the rapidly dying fire both boys stopped and gaped. The two hunters stood staring at the thing on the ground before them. A broken and battered body lay on the blackened grass. Dean spun in a slow circle looking at the burned out pit in which they stood before turning his hazel eyes back to their current problem. Its breath hitched in its throat as one strangely feathered appendage flapped weakly for a moment before becoming still again.

"Wings Sammy, it has wings" Dean stuttered staring at the still form for a moment. Sam knelt down beside it his hand automatically going for a wrist to check for a pulse. The pulse was there, weak and thready but there.

"She's still breathing, we have to do something" Sam shook his head.

"Hospital?" Dean frowned.

"Hospital is still out, it has wings." Sam gave his brother a scolding look before answering, "I can see that but we need to do something."

"Vet?" Dean smirked.

"An avian one maybe?" Sam raised an eyebrow a frown creasing his brow.

Dean looked at him quizzically, before asking "Avian?"

"Yeah they take care of birds" Dean reached down his fingers grazing what he thought would be soft feathers only to feel the sharp bite of razorblades sliding through his skin.

"Fuck" He held up a bleeding hand. "The damn things are sharp."

"Look Sammy I don't think this is a bird" Dean replied looking at the all too feminine features of the broken woman. He knelt down looking closer before reaching out to touch one of the appendages that stuck out at odd angles from her back. The girl moaned as if in pain.

"It's not possible right?" he asked struck by the jealousy in his own voice, "I mean when Cas is here he doesn't have them right?"

Dean just shook his head. "Maybe we should call him"

"He hasn't answered in months, do you really think he will now?" Sam growled.

"It's one of his own maybe he can help?" Dean closed his eyes in concentration begging once again for his angels help. He shrugged. "We could just leave it." He suggested half hoping his brother would agree knowing he wouldn't.

"Dean we can't, we just can't"

"I guess we could take her back with us?" Sam watched Dean's reaction to this carefully his green eyes locking with his brother's hazel ones.

"Ok but this isn't a lost puppy and we have to watch those wings." As if in response the appendages give a halfhearted flop slapping onto the burned ground with a slight wet thump.

Sam leans down and gently brushes his hand on the pale white skin of the girls face. "We are trying to help," he whispers gently as he slowly slides on hand under her back careful to avoid the deadly wings. As he moves her she whimpers softly in pain her body tensing. "Dean I think she's hurt pretty bad, I still think a hospital…" He trails off staring at the brilliant almost metallic glint of her wings in the moonlight. Sam strips off his jacket ignoring Dean's protests as he slides her onto it careful to keep away from the razor sharp blades of her wings.

"Sammy we don't even know what she is, for all we know she could be a demon." Dean cautions as Sam starts to carry her to the Impala.

"Umm, a hand here" Sam staggers a bit under the weight of the girl, she shouldn't weigh so much. Sam glances down thinking about how small she is in his arms. "Dean could you at least keep the wings from scraping the ground."

Dean looks at him frowning before removing his favorite leather jacket and using it to shield his hands and arms before scooping up the bits of wing dragging on the ground as Sam moves. "Red," Dean whispers as he examines the wings more closely.

"What?"

"Their tipped in red" Dean mumbles as they slowly move their injured prize to the car. She was light really no trouble at all to carry except for the wings. Dean finally looked down. "Umm Sam?" he asked tentatively.

"What?" his brother snapped glancing over to Dean.

"You realize she's naked"

"It took you this long to notice?" Sam asked incredulously.

"Umm yeah strange huh?"

"Not really, wings and all"

Dean grunted "Don't you think we should cover her up?"

Sam gaped, "You consummate womanizer want to cover her up?"

Dean just shook his head and smirked, "We'll do it in the car."