Hey guys and gals! This is my first Supernatural fic so please, suggestions would be greatly appreciated! I have another fic which I'm currently working on, so feel free to check that one out.

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"I'm leaving guys, I have to be home before eleven, I'll see you guys at school tomorrow," Michelle said as she waved goodbye to her friends and left. She had been studying for the past couple of hours with a few of her close friends before realizing that it was close to her curfew. She wasn't all that worried, as her home was only a 20 minute walk which she had done several times before and she knew that she'd be home before eleven.

"Shoot!" her things had fallen out of her purse and as she bent down to pick up her things, Michelle heard a rumbling noise coming from the bushes near her. She scrambled to pick up her belongings and when she was done, stood us and began walking faster and faster. Her heart started to race and her breathing grew quicker as she was on the verge of running. After running far enough to escape whatever was following her, Michelle slowed her pace and tried recovering.. She closed her eyes as she imagined herself at home but when she opened her eyes, her worst nightmare came true. Three men walked toward her, one carrying a bottle of what appeared to be whisky.

"Look boys, ain't she a pretty one," one of the men yelled to the others. Michelle stopped her tracks, knowing that she had no chance of escaping them, There was three of them and one of her, she was greatly outnumbered. One man grabbed her by the hair and covered her mouth and bound her wrists with duct tape. She struggled against the man, trying to punch herself out of the man's grasp.

"She's a fighter Mark, help me out here." Mark grabbed and threw her to the ground, as if she were a rag doll. Michelle crawled to the side of the road, near the bushes. The men followed her, taunting her every step of the way. They made their way over to her, throwing the bottle to one other and each taking a drink. "Boys what are we going to do with her?" the man named Mark asked. Michelle slowly crawled away but the men noticed her trying to escape.

"Leaving so soon?" one of the men said as he kicked Michelle in the stomach. She clutched her stomach in pain, her mumbling showing how much pain she was in. The men took their turns punching and kicking her, leaving Michelle a bloody and bruised mess. She kept drifting in and out of consciousness when she felt a tugging at her shirt. One of the men had ripped off her shirt, revealing the bruises that were now starting to form.

"Yo maybe we should go, I can't get caught or else they'll send me away again." The men agreed but before they left, hid Michelle's limp, motionless body behind the nearby trees and bushes. They ran away, shedding their bloody clothes and throwing them in the dumpster behind the convenience store. Michelle laid there in the leaves, slowing growing unconscious, waiting for anyone to find and save her.

Meanwhile

"Wakey, wakey Sam, we're here," Dean said as he shook his brother Sam until he woke up. Sam and Dean had just finished one of their "jobs" with Castiel, the angel who was assigned to their case. They had arrived at a motel to stay at for the night or until they got another job. All three of them got out of the car and headed for a room, ready to pick the lock to get in.

"I'm going to the liquor store we saw driving here. Do you guys want anything?" Sam asked.

"Get some beer and a hamburger or two," said Dean as he sat down on the bed.

"How about you Cas, you want anything?"

"I'm fine, thank you Sam," Castiel said, making his way to the chair near the window. Sam walked out of the room and made his way to the store. The store was only a block away so Sam was able to get there in five minutes. As he walked to the store, he heard groaning coming from the bushes. As he got closer, he saw a leg sticking out from underneath the leaves. He went over to the bushes and discovered Michelle's body.

Sam picked her up, being careful not to move her too much in case any of her bones were broken. He began walking back to the motel where they were staying at. Michelle grabbed his arm, squeezing it with the little power left in her body, and closed her eyes. As she closed her eyes, she imagined herself in a warm, safe place and then it happened. She felt herself go to that place, almost as if she had teleported herself there but Sam was still carrying her.

"Woah Sam, how'd you just pop in like that? And who's the girl?" Dean stood up from the bed, walking over to Sam and Michelle. Castiel did the same, studying the situation very carefully.

"I don't know how I got here. I found this girl on the side of the road, unconscious and bloody. She looks like she is on the verge of dying and I thought maybe Cas could heal her or something." Sam laid Michelle out on the bed, waiting for Castiel to work some angel magic on her. He walked over to Michelle, took a deep breath in and placed two fingers on her forehead. When Castiel was done, Michelle no longer had blood all over her body and her breathing slowly returned back to normal. She began to move around on the bed and opened her eyes.

"Where am I? How did I get here? Who are you people?"

"We still have yet to figure out how you got here," Castiel said, still studying Michelle, "I'm Castiel, an Angel of the Lord, this is Sam, and that is Dean." Michelle looked around the room, still in shock. She noticed that she had nothing covering her upper body so she wrapped the bedsheet around herself. "What is your name?"

"I'm do you mean you don't know how I got here? He carried me back here." She pointed at Sam, who was still confused about the whole situation.

"I was carrying you, and when you grasped my arm, you brought us back here." They all stared at each other, hoping that the other might clear up the confusion.

"What were you doing outside so late Michelle?" Dean asked .

"I was walking home from my friend's house after a study group we had when I was approached by three men. They taunted me and when I tried to run away, they threw me to the ground and started kicking and punching me. I hardly remember a thing since I was unconscious most of the time. I do remember you picking me up though and then showing up here..." Michelle stood up from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. She splashed her face with water and looked in the mirror and said, "What happened to my bruises?"

"Cas used his angel powers to heal you but you still might have bruises on your stomach," Dean said as he let out a long yawn. "We should hit the hay, we have things to do in the morning."

"So can I go home? Because if I can, I'll be on my way..."

"No, you'll have to stay here until we figure out what happened tonight," Castiel said as he took Michelle by the wrist.

"Okay, but how is this sleeping arrangement going to work, there are only two beds in the room."

"Sam takes one bed, you and I take the other, it's simple really..." Dean sent a smirk Michelle's way but she brushed it off and said, "Don't get any ideas Dean, I'm only 17."

You could tell that Dean was a little disappoiinted at this news but he was too tired to care a whole lot. They all got into bed, except for Castiel who sat in the chair , and went to sleep for the night.

So for the next chapters I'm thinking that I'm going to write from the characters POVs because it makes it more interesting. Don't forget to review!