"Well, at least we won't have to worry about you getting in our way anymore after this," said a dark haired man with a thick beard. His henchmen chuckled at his comment to the three people he had tied up, and that were now dangling upside down off the edge of a cliff.

"You really think that you can get rid of this easily," Dean asked the man and tugged at the ropes. The man chuckled darkly and gave him a dark smile.

"Well seeing as that your little angle friend no longer has any powers, I don't see how you are going to get out of this one," the demon said to Dean before turning to one of his cronies. "You, cut the ropes. Start with the used-to-be-angel. I want to see if he can get out." With that the other demon jumped up on the pipe that the 3 people were tied to and walked over to Cas's rope.

"Have a nice flight angel boy," he jeered at Cas, and began to saw through the rope. Cas struggled and tried to stop the man from cutting his rope. The man sneered at Cas and made a final slash at the rope which severed it and sent Cas falling downward.

"CAS," he heard both Sam and Dean yell in unison. Cas closed his eyes and waited to die when suddenly he jerked to a stop. He opened his eyes and saw he had indeed stopped falling. He heard a grunt and looked up to see the silhouette of something large had a hold of part of the rope that tied his feet and legs together and was pulling him up into some sort of cave. It was dark in the cave and the fact that it was a moonless night didn't help. He heard a snuffing sound then all of a sudden the ropes around his writs fell away, as did the ropes around his legs and feet.

Cas rubbed his wrists and was about to say something when he heard Dean yell Sam's name. The figure was at the mouth of the cave in a blink of an eye and caught Sam as he fell. Cas heard claws scraping against rock as the thing tried to pull Sam up. Sam looked up to see something large and black pulling him up into a cave and he began to squirm. He then heard what sounded like an irritated growl and claws scratching on stone.

"What the hell," he said and stopped squirming for a moment to try and figure out what was going on.

"Sam," he heard Cas's voice call out to him.

"Cas," he called back. Cas was alive and he was in the cave with this figure. He then relaxed and let the thing pull him into the cave and next to Cas who he could barely make out in the dark. Cas helped Sam get the ropes off while the figure once again returned to the mouth of the cave to catch Dean. Sam and Cas heard Dean swearing in surprise that something had caught him.

"Dean," Sam called out throwing off the last of the ropes.

"Sammy," Dean called back. "Is Cas in there to?"

"Yeah, I'm here," Cas called to him. Dean then relaxed and the figure pulled him into the cave and over to Sam and Cas. They began to help him get his ropes off when they heard distant laughter which made them all freeze and listen. The demons were laughing and cheering at the top of the cliff. They seemed to be leaving to because the laughter and the voices became fainter and fainter until they were gone. Dean pulled off the last of his ropes then took them and made a small pile. He then rummaged around in his jacket pockets until he found what he was looking for; a lighter. He lit the pile of rope on fire and they were finally able to see where they were. They were in a cave that was about 7 feet high and 10 feet wide. In the entrance of the cave stood the figure that had saved them from going splat at the bottom of the cliff. It was a large black wolf with huge wings the same color. It had intelligent dark brown eyes that studied them closely. They all starred at the creature in shock and amazement, when a voice in their heads made them jump.

"You're welcome," it said. Sam, Dean, and Cas all looked around as if to find where the voice came from when they heard it again. "Over here," it said this time and once again they all looked around. "Hey idiots, look at the mouth of the cave," the voice said, filled with annoyance. The three of them turned to look at the winged wolf at the mouth of the cave. It had an amused expression on its face.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me," Dean said looking at the wolf. "Don't tell me that you are the voice that I am hearing in my head."

"You better believe it pal," said the voice. Just then the winged wolf transformed into a young girl that looked about 15. She had on ripped jeans and black combat boots along with a black tee-shirt. "Any reason you all are being thrown off cliffs in the middle of the night?"