A lone figure walked down a deserted highway street, carrying a duffel bag full of a change of clothes and enough fire power to sustain a small army.
Pearson wasn't the type of kid to run away from home, but desperate times, right?
He turned as a roaring engine was heard in the distance. A quickly approaching classic car drove past him without stopping.
Inside the car, a classic '67 Chevy Impala, Samuel Wínchester turned to look at his older, shorter brother.
"Did you see that?"
Dean Winchester looked in the rearview mirror then at his brother before replying, " What? That hitchhiker?"
Sam was turned around in his seat as if trying to see the person who had already disappeared from view. "Yeah. He looked familiar."
Dean snuck a quick look at his brother before tuning back to the road. "Familiar like what? Case familiar or demon familiar?"
"It's probably nothing. We need to get to Bobby's place anyways."
Pearson kept walking until he ran into what felt like a wall. Which was weird, considering the fact he was walking down the highway.
He looked up into a set of blue eyes and baked away from the older man. He looked around to see where the guy could have come from, but there were no buildings around and Pearson would have heard him coming out of the forest.
Wetting his lips he asked, "So, who are you?"
Stranger Danger looked at him unblinkingly and said, "I am Castiel, an angel of The Lord. Are you Pearson Edward Manson?"
Pearson, wary of the delusional man in front of him started to back away. "How do you know my name?"
Castiel only placed his hand upon the boy's shoulder and vanished with the sound of flapping wings.
The was no sign anything, or anyone, had ever been walking down that highway