I do not own any part of Supernatural other than Sarah and Annith... so far.

How can this be happening? The sheer injustice made me speechless. I did everything he told me to do.

"Yes, well Ms. Vitagliano your time with us has been wonderful, but we've decided to go a different route. You understand right?"

My manager, well ex-manager now I suppose, smiled thinly. He had only been here for two weeks and he had already fired three of the other waitresses. One that had helped open the restaurant over twenty years ago. It was obvious why, our new manager believed that younger, bustier waitresses would bring in more people. The pig.

Even though this job was merely for extra money, I had stayed on for more than four years. Fine I thought. This place is heading for the dumps anyway. I slowly got up from my chair and walked to the door. It probably wasn't smart, but the anger was burning too hot for me to resist. Just before closing the door behind me I turned around and smiled sweetly, "Do tell me how Mrs. Drummond likes your new employees". His fake grin quickly turned into a snarl and I closed the door before he could say anything.

So what do I do now?

"I've been assigned to do what?" the angel asked indignantly. Watching over some human child was not what she had been trained for over the last couple millennium.

Zachariah could see that she was distressed. Annith was trained for battle, not baby-sitting . However, this girl was important. Maybe not as important as Dean, but definitely enough that she needed an angel watching over her at all times.

"You have your orders Annith. We are lucky to have found her at all," he told her calmly. That much was true. God forbid should the demons find out what she is. Even worse her purpose. "Look I'm sorry, but with a large chunk of your garrison getting Dean out of hell you are the only one left with sufficient knowledge of humans and their customs".

Annith bristled. "Is that why I was left behind while my brothers and sisters are fighting their way through hordes of demons?" she asked coldly. "To protect some clueless ape?"

Zachariah thought that maybe he should have chosen a different angel. Annith's temper was too hasty.

Too late for that now.

"Annith, this girl is incredibly important to us. I can not tell you why right now, just know that this is not some piddly job I would give to a lowly grunt. I chose you after careful consideration," he explained slowly. Perhaps inflating her importance would change her attitude. Annith visibly relaxed but her gaze was still stony.

After a few moment she gave a defeated sigh and asked, "What is her name?". Zachariah smiled victoriously.

"Sarah. Her name is Sarah Vitagliano and she is in Hot Springs, Arkansas," .

"When should I leave?" asked Annith, resigned to her task. Her superior looked at her directly and replied, "Immediately".

Being newly fired is not fun. I was torn between wanting to cry and throwing something sharp at the wall.

Maybe I could file a lawsuit?

I slammed the door of my car shut and stomped up the stairs to my apartment. Muttering all the obscenities I could come up with while trying to unlock the door. I was still seeing red when I marched into my living room. So much so that it took a minute for me to realize there was someone standing in it.

"Who the hell are you?" I I would get a burglar today of all days. She wasn't responding like I thought she would. Wasn't trying to get out or anything. Even as I whipped my phone out of my pocket to dial the police she stood still. Was she glaring at me? The nerve!

Whoever she was, she was beautiful. She had long black hair and dark brown eyes to match. "Are you Sarah?" she asked me abruptly. Oh my god is this a hit? Am I about to be murdered?. "No," I squeaked out. Fear overpowering anger and worming its way into my gut. She frowned and turned away from me. Seeing this as my chance to escape I ran outside and flew down the stairs.

"You have called 911 what is your emergency?" I heard a voice come from my hand. "There is a woman in my living room that..." I started when I ran into something solid. It was her. "Oh my god," I said, my voice shaking with shock. Her dark eyes stared into mine as she took the phone from my hand and crushed it in her palm. As I watched my ruined phone fall from her hand she put her other, non-phone crushing, hand onto my shoulder and stated in an aggravated tone, "We need to talk".

So what do you think? Do NOT be afraid to review. I take criticism easily and seriously. Just to clear up some minor confusion you may have, if the story is in first person then that's Sarah telling the story. Otherwise it's in third person, such as the middle portion of this chapter. Sarah's last name DOES have significance otherwise I would have chosen an easier name to pronounce :D

Vitagliano = Like saying the word 'Italian' with a 'V' at the front and an 'O' at the end. The 'G' is silent.