Chapter 1

Dean drove slowly towards the motel. The Impala he drove was black and as it eased into the only free parking space, Dean jumped out holding a brown paper bag. Inside the bag was a cheese burger and fries, a long with a fruit smoothie. He entered the hotel room and placed the bag down onto the circular, mahogany table in the centre of the room. The other occupants of the room were Sam, Dean's brother, and Castiel.

"So, what have we found?" Dean asked, referring to Sam who was researching a recent murder on his laptop. Castiel, however, was just sat watching T.V.

"Seriously? You're going to just watch T.V. all night while we..." Dean gestured his hands at himself and Sam. "... try and find whatever it is that is killing these people?" Both Castiel and Sam turned their heads to look at the angry hunter.

"What are you even watching?" Dean asked while strolling over to T.V. "Seriously dude? Porn? How many times am I going to catch you watching this stuff? And don't give me that 'It was there' crap again, just because it's there doesn't mean you have to watch it!" Dean said, raising his voice before picking out the cheeseburger from the brown bag and taking a huge bite. Castiel turned and stared blankly back at the T.V. and Sam moved his eyes back to his laptop.

"Umm..." He started. "Looks here like this person was killed with a knife." Sam replied at last to his brother's recent question. Sam turned his head up to look at his brother who seemed to have finished his cheeseburger and was currently licking his fingers clean.

"A knife?" Dean said, still chewing on bits of cheese burger.

"Yeah." Replied Sam. "It looks as if a human killed them" Sam said, facing his laptop once again.

"You mean a demon right Sammy?" Dean replied.

"Not sure, maybe. But I don't understand why any demon would go after this guy. I mean, he's spotless. He attends no cults that I know of..."

"That you know of!" Dean butted in. Dean was eager to get a new case to keep his mind off of purgatory and the memories that still haunted his dreams.

"I suppose." Sam replied, quizzically looking at the laptop screen. " Hang on" Sam said, shocked at something on the screen.

"What? What is it?" Dean replied, scooting round the table so he could see for himself.

"Look at this" Sam pointed to a newspaper article on the screen. "Says here, Mr Harrison was fined for animal abuse."

"So?" Dean asked.

"He killed his dog. Could be signs of a ritual or something." Sam replied, both brothers looked at each other and then at Castiel. As an angel, Castiel knew a lot about rituals.

"Cas!" Dean shouted when he realised he wasn't paying any attention to what they had been saying.

"Hmm" Cas replied, still staring at the T.V.

"Killing dogs, sound like a ritual to you?" Dean asked, knowing he wasn't going to be able to pry the angel's eyes away from the T.V. for a while. Castiel, surprisingly looked at the brothers.

"Not sure" The angel paused and returned his eyes to the T.V.

"Um Cas?" Dean asked, trying to gain the angel's attention once again.

"Hmm?" The angel replied, not paying much attention.

"Huh! Never mind, come on Sam, we'll look ourselves." The two brothers went back to the laptop, Dean grabbed a book filled with information on rituals whilst Sam researched using his computer.

An hour later and Dean got fed up.

"Nothing. What about you Sam?" Dean closed the book forcefully and looked up at Sam who slumped back in his chair and folded his arms around his neck.

"Same here, maybe this isn't a case Dean. Maybe someone got pissed that he killed his dog."

"There has to be a case. No one just kills a person for killing an animal. If they did then half the world would be dead by now." Dean got up and slammed his book in front of the laptop.

"Maybe we should go ask him." Sam suggested.

"He's dead Sam and I am not resurrecting his ghost just to ask him who killed him." Dean replied, getting more frustrating at the second.

"Fine" Sam replied. "I'll go by myself. You and Cas go find out if his daughter knows anything." Sam got up, shut his laptop and grabbed his coat.

"Don't be back too late." Dean said as Same wandered to the door.

"What are you? My father?" Sam said jokingly as he left the motel room and shut the door after him.

"Come on Cas!" Dean shouted over to the angel who was still staring interestingly at the T.V. "Get up!" Dean shouted as he went over and grabbed the angel's arm.

"Where are we going?" Castiel asked, finally paying attention to the hunter in front of him.

"I'll tell you on the way but for now grab your badge and let's go" The two left the hotel room and jumped into the car.

It was night time but the daughter of Mr Harrison worked nights at a bar called The Hutchman. As Dean pulled up outside the bar, a young woman aged around 19 years old pulled up alongside them. For a while she sat in her car, Dean and Castiel slowly slid out of the impala and as they entered The Hutchman, the woman left hers.

"Excuse me" Dean asked the young man of 22 years old serving at the bar. "Is Alison Harrison serving tonight?"

"Yep, she should be here in a second." The front doors swung open and in came the young woman from outside. "Here she is now." The young man gestured his hand towards her and then waved to her. The woman was a brunette, 5 foot 5 and had dark brown eyes, like chocolate. She wore black clothing, shorts and a tank top and her boots looked brand new. Her arms were covered in tattoos and her face was smothered in metal from all the piercings. As she approached the waiting hunter, Castiel disappeared.

"Where's he gone now?" Dean thought to himself and before being able to ask the bartender the woman appeared beside him.

"So, you're the guy with the impala outside, am I right?" She asked with a cheeky, but flirty grin on her face.

"Yeah you're right." Dean replied flirtily smiling back. "I came here because I have a few questions to ask you" Dean continued.

"About what?" The brunette replied, her flirty grin still on her face. The bartender poured a glass of whiskey and slid it to her. She took a sip and continued. "If its about my dad, I'd rather not talk about it." She replied to her own previous question.

"I rather would" Dean said laughing slightly to keep the conversation friendly.

"And who are you to intrude on my personal life?" Said the brunette, her smile faded by this point. Dean coughed and pulled out his FBI badge from his pocket.

"FBI and I would really like to ask you some..." Dean started before being interrupted by a startled angle.

"Dean we have to go!" Castiel urged, grabbing Dean by the arm.

"Not now agent, I haven't finished with this young lady yet." Dean replied, yanking his arm free from the angel's tight grip. His fake smile plastered on his face and his frustration obvious.

"Dean please." The angel continued to urge.

"Fine." Dean snapped. "Can we continue this tomorrow Miss Harrison?" Dean turned to the young woman who now had finished her whiskey. Dean's smile back on his face and his voice showing less frustration.

"Sure, why not agent?" The woman asked.

"Brown, Agent Brown" Dean replied offering his hand.

"Sure, Agent Brown we shall continue this tomorrow" She returned her own hand and with that the two men left.

"What the hell was that?" Dean said as they walked to the Impala. "And where the hell were you?"

"I didn't like the feel of that place." Castiel replied keeping his eyes ahead of him.

"That wasn't an excuse to disappear or drag me away." Dean replied pulling the door of the Impala open forcefully.

"I saw something, or more like someone. I don't know why but I felt like I knew them but I don't remember how." Castiel began. "I followed her..."

"Wait, her?" Dean asked. "Since when did you know any women?" Dean chuckled.

"anyway" The angel continued. "I followed her to the bathroom..."

"You followed her to the bathroom?" Dean interrupted quizzically.

"Dean, let me finish." Castiel went on. "I followed and waited but she didn't come back out, so I went in."

"She wasn't there?" Dean asked.

"No, she wasn't"

"You think this is our killer?" Dean asked, continuing to look over towards the angel then back at the road.

"I'm not sure, maybe. If she is, then by how I felt she isn't easy to kill." Castiel looked over to Dean, his face serious. Dean looked back with fear on his face.

"Well, you know what we have to do." Dean replied. "Let's go gank this son of a bitch." Dean stepped hard on the excelerator and the Impala shot forward.

Back at the motel Sam was nowhere to be seen. The two men entered the motel room and found that not only was Sam gone but so was the laptop and all the information on the murdered man.

"Maybe Sam took it" Castiel said, looking seriously around the room.

"No, he left it here when he left" Dean replied, picking and throwing everything about looking for any clues on the thief.

"Maybe he came back?" The angel asked turning towards the hunter. Dean slammed down the pillow from the couch and faced Castiel.

"It's gone. Someone stole it." There was a knock at the door and both angel and hunter turned to face it. Dean looked quizzically at Castiel and headed to open the door. The door swung open and there stood a young woman. She was a dark brunette with dark blue eyes. She was 5 foot 4 and looked around 24 years old. She wore black heels and a short black puff-ball dress. She stood smiling at Dean for a few seconds before entering the motel room forcefully.

"Did I say you could come in?" Dean asked before closing the door. She turned first to the hunter then to the angel.

"I have a quick question for you." She said remarking the angel. "Why were you following me?" She asked, Castiel stood just as serious as always.

"He wasn't" Dean replied after realising Cas wasn't going to say anything.

"Oh please" The woman replied. "What man stands outside a ladies toilets straight after a woman goes in. And what man enters a ladies toilets?" She laughed, turning to face Dean, her red lipstick spread across her small but slightly thick lips.

"He was a bit drunk, didn't know what he was doing." Replied Dean, trying to laugh and make the lie sound convincing.

"I don't believe you." She squinted her eyes. "He seems perfectly fine now." Her lips gave a sideways smile and her wide eyes opened back up. She laughed once more and continued.

"By the way." She said. "You left these outside." She passed Dean the papers and headed for the door. "See you around boys" She said flirtingly, turning around to the men and turning back out the door. Dean looked down at the papers and when realising what they were slammed them on the table and looked up at Cas who was looking quire shaky.

"She's the one that stole the information. No way did we leave them outside. Cas! What's wrong with you? Why didn't you answer her questions?" Dean asked walking over to the angel and grabbing him just in time as he almost fell.

"Woah, you alright Cas?" Dean asked worriedly.

"Yes I'm fine. I'm not sure why I didn't answer her, I felt like I couldn't. It felt like she was staring into my soul." The angel replied, sitting on the bed and looking down at the floor.

"Cas, you're an angel, you have no soul." Dean reminded him.

"I know but that's what it felt like." The angel peered up at Dean. "Dean, I felt like I knew her but I didn't at the same time." He looked back down and Dean released his arms.

"Maybe you should just go ask her?" Dean replied jokingly.

"Good point, I'll go now" And with that Cas disappeared.

"I was joking!" Dean shouted before laying on the bed. "Whatever." Dean remarked before closing his eyes.

"Who are you?" Cas asked the young woman who was waiting for him by her car.

"My name's Megan and no I am not Meg, you know, the demon? No, I am Megan and definitely not a demon." Megan laughed before looking up at the angel.

"How do you know about demons?" The angel asked confused at her remarks.

"I know a lot of things, what I don't know is why you followed me." She stood up from leaning on her car and blew on her hands. "Its really cold tonight don't you think?" She peered up at him again, her friendly smile doing nothing to stop the angel's intervention.

"Tell me who you are!" The angel grabbed the mysterious woman's arms and let them go quickly after. His screwed up face relaxed and his anger went away.

"Shh, now my little angel. I shan't tell you who I am but I will tell you this. You know me and I have helped all three of you out many of times. You can just call me an old acquaintance." The woman smiled and with that slid into her car and drove off. The angel stood mesmerized to the spot and stayed there for several minutes until a familiar car pulled up beside him. Sam stood out of the car and walked up to Cas.

"Cas! Cas! You okay?" Sam grabbed Cas by the arms and shook him. Back in reality, Cas looked up at Sam.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." He looked down trying to process what just happened.

"Come on" Sam replied, placing his arm around the confused angel's shoulder. "Lets go inside." And with that, Sam led Castiel back into the motel room where Dean was sleeping quietly.