I do not own Supernatural or Gangnam Style. I wish I did though

Nicky's POV

All I wanted was to be normal, is that too much to ask? Apparently, because I now have an angel stuck inside of me. But, let's start from the beginning.

3 hours earlier

"Nicole get down here you're going to be late for field hockey!" my mom screamed from downstairs.

"Just give me a second!" I yelled back while putting my hair into a ponytail. Today was the last game of the season and if we won we would be undefeated. I groaned as heard a car honk its horn, my ride was here.

"Have fun." My mom said, as I was about to leave.

"Thanks mom, love you." I replied back.

"Love you too sweetie"

"Matthews, get your butt out here!" my best friend, CeCe screamed from her car. We have always used the other person's last name when screaming at them. I'm not sure why we do it, we just always have.

"I'm coming, gosh."

"Well you could have been faster."

"Shut-up!"

"You want to go!"

"Oh, I want to go"

"Anytime, anywhere."

"Phft, like you could beat me."

"I beat you at arm wrestling."

"Well, I have mad skills."

"Keep telling yourself that Nicky."

"I will!" I said confidently. "We should have a Gangnam Style dance off!"

"Yes!"

"I know I'm a genius!"

"Oh yay we're here!" we had gotten to the field but, no one was there except some middle aged guy.

"Do you see that guy in the field?" CeCe asked, fear in her voice.

"Yeah, it's probably just a worker, for the lights or something." I said, somewhat confidently.

"You're probably right, though he could look less creepy."

"Well yeah….. I guess."

We got out of the car and CeCe's mom drove away saying she needed to go to the grocery store and would be back in time for the game. We walked down to the field and the guy didn't move he just watched us. Okay maybe CeCe was right that guy was a creep. He had a trench coat on and underneath that was a suit. He didn't look like a psychopath but, looks can be deceiving. He pulled something silver out of his pocket; I instantly realized what it was.

"Oh my god he's got a knife!" I shrieked.

CeCe and I both screamed and picked up our field hockey sticks to use as weapons and the guy disappeared.

"Where did he go?" CeCe asked her voice shaking.

"I don't know but you're coming over to my house tonight." I said equally shaken.

"Definitely" she replied.

"What do you want to do watch a movie or paint our nails?" I asked CeCe.

"Both!" she replied eagerly.

"Okay what color nail polish?"

"Hot pink, duh!"

"I'll be right back go pick out a movie."

"Kay-kay"

When I walk back downstairs, CeCe is standing across from the guy that was at the field. I scream and throw the nail polish bottles at him. They shatter, and leave streaks of pink and red across the guys face.

"I like that shade of red, such a pretty color." CeCe says while giggling.

The guy sends me a pissed off look and says "I am…"

"Wait no; I want to guess your name!" I quickly cut him off. "I'm going go with, C?"

He nods.

"A?"

He nods.

"S?"

He nods.

"Cas; I'm psychic!"

He replies "You are not psychic you just are good at guessing."

"Buzzkill." I mutter.

"Some people find me very interesting actually." He says matter-of-factly.

"Sure." I reply sarcastically. "Now not to be rude but why are you here?"

"I am Castiel, angel of the lord, and I am here because I need you as a vessel."

"You say what now?"

"I said I need you as a vessel."

"What is a vessel?"

"Well if you agreed I would use your body to do what I need on Earth."

"And if I don't agree?"

"Something bad happens to your friend over there."

"Don't touch CeCe!"

"I will if I have too."

"Ewww that sounded wrong."

"Hey guys still here you know." CeCe said.

"Yes, I knew that." Castiel replies stiffly.

"Okay, yes I will be your vessel, but can I say something first." I say.

"What do you need to say?" Castiel asks.

"DELENA FOREVER!" I scream.

"Are you done?" Castiel asks.

"Yes."

"Then, let's go." Castiel grabs my arms and we end up in a motel room with two guys.