She opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was a bright light, or more accurately, three bright lights. They were shaped like humans; except no face, hair, or skin could be made out. All that could be seen was the blindingly bright light coming from them. They hovered over her, their loud screeching piercing her ears. Her hands flew to her ears in an attempt to block it out. As she did, one of the lights reached out and removed her hands from her ears, replacing them with its own.

When her ears were uncovered, the screeching was gone and it was replaced by the melodious tones of mysterious voices speaking. Mesmerized by the beauty of their voices, she couldn't understand what they were saying.

One started to speak to her and with each word spoken, their brightness intensified. The sound of their voice, plus the beautiful light coming from them struck her speechless. Once more, the light reached out towards her and closed her eyes. Upon opening them, she saw the same three figures but they looked different now.

The first, the one who'd restored her hearing, was dark skinned with short brown hair and trustworthy brown eyes. He smiled at her as she studied him. The second had dirty blonde hair that almost touched his shoulders which was combed back. Hazel eyes glittered as a crooked smile hung from his handsome face. She knew from the lines on either side of his mouth, that he did an awful lot of smiling and laughing. The last had light, curly brown hair that reached his ears, and then cut off. His cold, blue eyes were fixed on her with uncertainty.

She knew they were not human, no matter how their looks deceived her eyes, they were something else. Something powerful. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to run. Told her they were dangerous, that she didn't know them or what they could do. The one with the crooked smile reached over and placed two hands on her temple and instantly, she relaxed. Her mind still said to run, panic, something, but at the same time, in the presence of these creatures, she was calm and content. Her eyelids got heavy and although she fought it, she ended up closing her eyes. Her mind was blank as she let the blanket of unconsciousness envelop her.

xXx

When she awoke, she opened her eyes to see the most beautiful forest she'd ever seen. Well, the only forest she'd ever seen, but it was great nonetheless.

Turning her head to the side, she found that she was lying on her back atop a stone table. She sat up and gracefully swung her legs over the edge and onto the cool forest floor beneath her. She wore white cloth, a robe that covered her body from her neck to her knees. She began to walk through the trees, the forest floor would prick her feet every now and then but she didn't mind. It was dark in the woods, and through the thick trees, she could see a few stars shining above her.

She kept walking until she reached a large pond. The water from it was crystal clear, the moon's reflection gazing back at her from the surface of the pool. Kneeling down, she ran a finger through the water, causing ripples to erupt, travel to the other side of the pond and come back.

A tingling feeling down her spine alerted her to the presence of danger. She stood up quickly, and let her eyes roam, looking for the danger. She stilled every bone in her body, closed her eyes and listened. She felt the air thicken slightly as someone came up behind her. Swinging her right arm behind her, she heard a thud as her elbow made contact with its target. She felt the same tingling feeling down her spine and thickening of air, only this time, it came from her left. She waited for them to get closer before turning and raising her foot, kicking her attacker in the abdomen. She sensed he was still up; she balled her fist and punched them right in the face.

She been so focused on the second attacker, she hadn't realized that a third had come up behind her. In the faint glow of the moon, they came at her with a long blade. But she'd be damned if she was about to hesitate, she came at him, throwing him off guard. The moment of surprise was all she needed. She kneed him the groin, making him crouch, and then she threw a punch, causing him to fly back and hit the ground with a thud. Suddenly the dark forest was bright, like it was midday. She saw three figures on the ground in front of her, the first guy who'd come at her was dark skinned with a shaved head, and he was on the ground holding his head. The second attacker was blond, and he was holding one hand over his stomach and other over his bloody nose. Hearing a groan she turned and saw the third guy lying on the ground curled up in a ball, and from she could see of his face, blood was trickling from his nose and into his mouth. "Damn girl, what did you do to them? A voice asked from behind her. She turned around to see two men. The one who'd spoken had dirty blond hair that hung a couple inches above his shoulders, hazel eyes and a crocked smile that hung from his handsome face.

The other had light brown hair that was cut short and cold blue eyes that were fixed on her. When he spoke, he did so to someone else but kept his glare on her. "She's sloppy."

"For her first fight I thought she did particularly well." Another man came out from behind him, this one she recognized, his voice at least. Coming from behind her was one of the men she'd seen before passing out. He had short brown hair, brown eyes and dark skin. The dark skinned man walked over to her and laid a hand on her shoulder. "My name is Joshua." He pointed to the blond man, "That's Gabriel, next to him is Michael."

They all looked at her expectedly. She suddenly felt uncomfortable; they obviously wanted her to do something but had no idea what.

The one Joshua had called Michael stepped towards them. "Does she speak?" She really wished he'd just ask her something, go she could at least answer; Joshua looked to her and back at him.

"Ask her."

Michael frowned at Joshua, and then looked at her. "What is your name?"

She glanced up at Joshua, who gave her a reassuring smile, then looked back at Michael. "I do not have a name."

Michael looked surprised for a moment but quickly recovered. He looked to Joshua. "Shouldn't she have a name?"

He nodded and looked at Gabriel. "We have business to attend to. You give her name and train her." Then, he and Michael were gone.

Gabriel took slow steps toward her, then circled her slowly and appraised her. As of now, she was, well, ugly. She looked to be about fifteen and had dull, short brown hair that was cut off at her jaw line. Her gray, lifeless eyes stared ahead at nothing. Her pale, scrawny, stick figure that stood at 5"3" was covered by a short white cloth that came down to her knees.

He shook his head. What did he expect from them? Michael rarely created beautiful. He created powerful. That's why he was chosen as one of the three to create her. God had chosen three angels to create her: Michael, to give her power, Joshua, to give her compassion and a third angel was chosen in secret, no one but Michael, Joshua and God knew who the third was.

He sighed at her stance; she looked like a soldier, standing at attention. Her feet were lined up with her shoulders, hands clasped behind her back, head up and eyes staring straight ahead.

"Alright," He sighed. "Come on, kiddo, we've got a lot of work to do."

xXx

Several months later, Gabriel circled the girl once more and judged himself on the final product. The girl was now a tan skinned, toned, 5'8' beauty with glossy brown hair that fell to the middle of her back on long waves and she had the kind of curves that made other human women jealous. But the biggest change was in her eyes, what was once dull gray eyes were now wild green and framed by illegally long, dark lashes.

The plain white dress she wore before was replaced by a white, floor-length dress with gold around the collar, sleeves and the bottom of the dress. The top of the dress left her shoulders bare, while the sleeves clung to her arms until it reached her elbow, from there the material hung, just barely touching the floor. At the waistline, a simple gold belt complemented her curves, and from the waist, the dress reached the length of the floor, dragging only a little when she walked.

Seven old human women who lived in a small village near the ocean had made this dress for her in four days. While the girl was there, she'd picked up three new languages. Joshua had said she'd learn things at an accelerated rate but he still marveled at just how fast she did. In the first week she'd spent with Gabriel, she'd come to pick up some of his habits as well. Namely his sarcasm– which he had a feeling the other angels wouldn't like.

Over the next month, Gabriel had taught her how to fight, though she already knew a lot, she was sloppy. In comparison, she fought better than most human men, but by angel standards, she was a sitting duck. As usual, the girl– Mist as he soon came to call her– learned quickly and soon, she was as good as the best fighters in heaven. But teaching her to use her power proved to be much more difficult.

When Michael and Joshua created this girl, Gabriel soon found that they had created her with far too much power. She was just as strong as an angel, if not stronger, and that in itself was dangerous. He taught her to use and control the angelic part of her power, but there was– deep inside, in the core of her power– something much more dangerous, something that would not be controlled. It was another part of her magic; he assumed that part of her power was given to her by the mysterious third angel that helped create her. That section of her power was foreign to him and he had no idea how to begin to teach her how to use it.

After weeks of trying to destroy the dangerous part of her power, an idea came to him. Gabriel put a block on those parts of her power that threatened to take her over. So while he taught her to use her other abilities, her other powers would be in check.

Joshua explained the dos and don'ts when it came to guarding her charge. Do, care for them, love them, learn their personalities, and protect them with your last breath in life or death situations. Don't; let your presence be known to anyone, lose them, and most of all, don't fall in love with them. Because when you let a powerful emotion like love cloud your judgment, you don't think clearly and your actions not be what's in the best interest of them.

One day, Joshua came to her and told her what she was. She was the very first Guardian, the first of many to come. He told her that some humans in the future would need extra protection, someone there to watch over them at all times. And these Guardians were it. But Joshua made it clear that although she would, eventually, leave and be sent to earth to protect her charge, she'd have to stay in heaven until she could control her power. Till that moment, she'd remain where she was.

Hundreds of thousands of years passed as Gabriel and Mist continued to train together. Over the years, as new Guardians were created, they were trained to use their power– though none were ever made as powerful as Mist– and protect their charges. As each Guardian was sent down to earth and received their charges, they came to be known as Guardian Angels.

xXx

In July of 1982, Mist was assigned her charge. Mist was to protect the mother carrying the child until he was born, and then protect him. This was exactly what she did. Over the next ten months, Mist remained with Mary Winchester until the night her husband, John, took her to the hospital, on May 2nd, 1983. From then on, Sam Winchester was watched over and protected by the most powerful Guardian in history. Mist swore an oath that night that she would always be there for him.

The first disaster occurred when Sam was six months old.

Mist watched as Mary brought Sam's older brother, Dean, into the nursery to say goodnight. Each kissed the baby on the forehead. John came in a few minutes later and a four year old Dean ran and jumped into his arms. Mist smiled as she was the affection this family shared for each other. They left the room to go to bed, leaving the nursery door open a crack.

Mist sat in the chair next to Sam's crib, watching him wiggle around. After Sam had fallen asleep for a few hours, he awoke and started to fuss. Not wanting to disturb John and Mary, Mist let herself become visible for a few minutes. She quietly walked to the dresser and took a folded blue blanket off the top. When she came back to the crib, Sam's brown eyes looked up at her, curiosity clearly visible in them. She put the blanket over him and tucked it under him.

After a few minutes, Mist became invisible once more. For fear that Mary or John, or even Dean, would come in and find a strange young woman in Sam's nursery. She could sense John downstairs, asleep on the recliner in front of the TV, Mary was deep in sleep across the hall and Dean was in his room, snoozing peacefully. Overall, everything was peaceful.

Then the clock stopped.

She felt the familiar tingling sensation down her spine, alerting her to danger. She rose from her seat on the window sill and stood in front of Sam's crib. In the blink of an eye, a demon appeared in the doorway. He walked forward, straight to the crib. But upon getting two three feet from the crib, Mist lifted her hand and sent him flying back with her power. He stood back up and looked around. The first thing she noticed about him was his yellow eyes.

"Marco." He sing-songed quietly. Mist glared as he walked around the nursery. She walked behind him, reached inside for her power and, channeling it through her raised hand; she called her magic so she could send this bastard straight back to hell. Her hand was now level with his head. She felt the familiarity of warmth flow from her core, down her arm and settle in her hand.

But nothing happened.

He simply stood there looking around the room, looking for her. She'd been told that there were certain demons that were immune to the power of angels, and since she wielded the power of angels, it only made sense that he would be immune to her power too. But then, she remembered Gabriel saying that she had more power than the angels, a different kind of power. She'd only used it a few times, but she'd killed the angels she used it on.

It didn't matter. She'd do whatever she had to, to protect Sam. So she closed her eyes and concentrated. Nothing happened. She tried again, imagining power rising inside her, but nothing. Exasperated, Mist let out a heavy breath. She was about to try again when the demon turned around, smacked her hand away and grabbed her by the throat. He shoved her up against the wall so hard, her vision went blurry for a moment and she wondered how that didn't wake anyone up.

"Well, well, well," He purred. "What do we have here?" She struggled to escape his grasp but his iron-clad grip on her throat was unwavering. His other hand held both her wrists above her head. She kicked him in the groin but it had little effect; he winced slightly but then gave a stiff smile. "Now, now, play nice. Now, who are you, beautiful?"

She tried to speak, but found her airways cut off. He watched her struggle to breathe for a while before loosening his grip, ever so slightly. Gasping, her power began to act on its own, trying to fling him across the room, something to get him away from her. He only cocked his head to the side and grinned. "Are you trying to use your power on me?" He chuckled. "That's cute. But I asked you a question and I expect an answer. Who are you?"

"The queen of-" She was cut off by a strange feeling in her head. It literally felt like a cold snake, slithering around through her brain. He was reading her mind and using an angel's power to do so.

"Mist," He smirked. "What a name."

Mist tried to enter his mind, and succeeded in getting his name, before he shut her out. Mustering up some air, she responded, "Right back at ya, Azazel. What do you want with him?" It donned on her the moment he shut her out, that he had power stronger than that of a normal demon.

"What do I want with Sammy?" He looked up thoughtfully before looking back at her with those yellow eyes. He leaned in so close that she could feel his breath on her neck. "It's a secret." Before pulling his head back, he raised his head slightly and smelled her. But she knew what he was doing. He wasn't just smelling her, he was inhaling her scent, so no matter what, even if she used a vessel, he would be able to tell if it were her.

He removed his hands from her throat and wrists but she remained against the wall as if his hands were still there. He looked her over before wagging a finger at her. "Now don't you move. I've got plans for you, beautiful." He started to turn but stopped and looked back at her. "And, no waking up mommy and daddy."

When she tried to, Mist, unsurprisingly, couldn't open her mouth. He smirked and made his way to Sam's crib. Her heart pounded so loudly, Mist was surprised that it hadn't woken anyone up. Sam began to fuss as the Azazel leaned over his crib. It gave her an idea. Closing her eyes, Mist concentrated on the baby monitor that sat on top of the dresser, the other one lay next to Mary's head on the nightstand. She couldn't do much, with Azazel's power covering her own, but she managed to make some static. As an answer to her silent prayers, Mary got out of bed and walked across the hall, into the nursery.

Mist was still against the wall, but behind the door, where a half-asleep Mary couldn't see her. "John, is he hungry?"

Keeping his head turned, the demon stayed realized as he turned his head to the side. "Shh,"

"Alright," She shrugged, left the room and walked down the hall, taking Mist's hopes with her.

Over the crib, Azazel did something, the turned to face Mist. He sauntered over and grabbed her arm, yanking her from the wall. "Now what should we do?" His yellow eyes looked over her body as if she weren't wearing a thing, instead of the blue jeans, black tank top and black boots she wore.

"Sammy!" They both turned their heads to see Mary running down the hall and into the nursery.

"Mary, he's a de-" Azazel backhanded her and with the flick of his wrist, sent her flying into the wall.

The last thing she heard before blacking out, was the scream erupting from Mary's throat as the demon killed her.

When she awoke, Mist was strapped to t a stretcher and several EMT's were wheeling her into the back of an ambulance. She turned her head to the side, searching for Sam. She smiled sadly when she saw them. John Winchester held Sam in his arms while Dean leaned against him. She smiled at Sam before the doors of the ambulance closed and she was taken to Lawrence Medical Hospital.

The doctors at the hospital were dumbfounded. When the EMT's called, they'd said they had a Jane Doe with severe burns all over her body, but when the bus arrived, there was not body, no sign that anyone had been there. The EMT's in the back were all unconscious.

While they tried to figure out what had happened, Mist had healed and was in the backseat of the Impala, watching over Sam once more.