ONE
The snow fell onto the deep black '67 impala left between two dark oak trees, lent over it like white wedding arches. three low, gruff voices could be herd in the distance, the snow crumpling under their heavy footsteps. in front was a man with angelically perfect features, dressed in a long beige trench coat covering the messy looking suit with a undone tie. his scruffy black hair faded well into his stubble that never seemed to grow or need shaving away. he spoke to the man to his right in his gravely, strangely addictive voice. The man in question was around the same hight, possibly a little taller. A brown leather coat rested over his black t-shirt and blue denim jeans, slightly hiding the chain of the demonic looking pendant he wore around his neck. opposite him stood his brother, who was noticeably shorter than the other two and had long, Luke skywalker-esk brown hair. blue denim seemed to be his passion as it was the theme of his jacket and jeans, of witch where tucked into his boots. All three of the men walked towards the car, talking and laughing about a past "hunt" as they called it. As they approached the car, the atmosphere shifted dramatically: prompting the man ahead to pull a large dagger out. after a few moments of standing waiting, a blue cylindrical beacon formed before them: leaving a man and woman stood before them. they looked at the three strangely before approaching them, the man walking up to the first man. "hello" he said in his gravelly voice " I'm casstiel ... this is Sam and dean Winchester. who might you be", as he said this he took a better grip of his dagger. The man, dressed in a long black trench coat, looked into his eyes, "my name is charlie ... this is Clair. We're ... we're not from around here, although we know who you are. cass, the fallen angel." cass looked at the man strangely before attempting to plunge the dagger into him, his face turned to pure shock when charlie grabbed his wrist and forced the knife out of his hand. "please don't ... we want to help you. luci is out of the cage, or so we hear, surely you can't be turning help away from that". he smiled as dean walked forward, and shaked his hand, both looking happy. "hey man ... how you been. god damn its been what ... ten, eleven years"."yeah dean ... twelve actually. we've been good ... hunting as usual you know", they both laugh as dean turns and explains that their old friends from a giant Lycan hunt a few years back when john was still around ... and not dead.