Author's note:

Hey everyone! This is just one of the many ideas I've had and have been pondering on. What if Chuck had a wife? What is the angels had a mother and one parent that would at least be there for them? How could the universe have changed? I made a Tumblr rp account for the Goddess/Mother of the angels.

Plus I'm slowly losing motivation on my other SPN fanfic...so yeah. Anyway, hope you all enjoy. Please review and let me know what you think. It's helps encourage me...really, it does. XD

- Jamie

Unexpected Divine Intervention

by TimeLadyJamie

Chapter 1 / When Angels Speak

"The Goddess has never been lost. It is just that some of us have forgotten how to find her."

- Patricia Monaghan

Ema Miller was walking along the street after getting off from another day of work with children at the daycare. It was like any other normal day; wake up at 6AM, get dressed, walk to the building, and be ready to greet the parents and children for the day. Activities had to be planned along with meal times. The only free time was nap time when all the children slept.

She didn't mind it. She had always enjoyed children.

Having the luxury of living close by to her work, Ema always walked to and from work. After all it was only a 10 minute walk at most, and she greatly enjoyed her surroundings. It was starting to get dark as the sun began to go down...that was when she saw it. Some kind of light had flown past her before the screeching of a high noise was heard. Ema stopped in her tracks, clutching her head. And then just like that, it suddenly went silent.

Looking up to the sky with wide eyes, she wondered if maybe she imagined everything that had just happened? However, she found herself clutching her skull again as thousands of voices entered her head - all talking at once, repeating the same message; "Dean Winchester is saved."

It took a good 5 minutes before it completely silence for good, making Ema drop to her knees on the sidewalk. She breathed in heavily. "What the heck just happened?" She asked herself out loud. Giving herself a few minutes to regain herself, she picked up her stuff and continued to make her way home.

That was when it all started; hearing the strange high pitched voices talking. It was about to get more interesting for her.

The Next Day

Someone was chasing her. Ema ran into the alleyway hoping to give them a diversion and make her escape. At first it proved successful until she ended up running right into the person she was running away from. They held her by the wrists, stopping her from running as she tried furiously to pull away from them. "No, let me go!" She shouted.

The guy chuckled, eyes turning black. "No one's coming to save you sweetheart. Now give me back the item you stole."

"I won't do it!"

"I guess I'm gonna have to kill you to get it back then." Just as he began to raise a knife, she let out a piercing scream, alerting two men who had heard the commotion.

"Hey, ugly! Come and get a piece of me." The one guy wearing flannel yelled.

The demon gave a disgust look. "Dean Winchester...escaped from hell I see. Guess I'll have to send you back!" He lunged straight for the Winchester who deflected the attack with ease before stabbing the demon with a blade, causing the demon to burn out and the body fall to the ground.

Ema looked up at him rather surprised, adrenaline still running through her body. "Uh...thanks."

He nodded, before realizing that they probably shouldn't leave her alone again. Also he just wanted to flirt with her. "You probably shouldn't be alone in case more of them show up."

She raised an eyebrow, giving him a look like he was nuts. "How do I know I can trust you? For all I know you could be one of those demons just putting on a show for me."

Okay, so she had a fair point. The Winchester brothers took out some holy water and splashed themselves with it. Nothing happened of course, causing her to give a sigh of relief. "Are you another hunter?" Sam, the other brother, asked.

Ema chuckled. "I guess you could say that."

"What item was that demon talking about?" Dean asked, curious.

She had a strange feeling she could probably trust them, pulling out the papers she had hidden in her jacket pocket. Handing them to the brothers, they were shocked at what they were seeing; it was notes on a cage in hell. They couldn't quite understand the language it was in, but some words were in English.

"Why would you steal this? Can you even understand this language?"

Ema looked at them confused. "What do you mean it's in a different language?" The brothers were just as confused as she was, now thinking there was something highly suspicious about this woman.

"Nevermind. Let's get going before another black-eyed freak shows up." Dean said, motioning for them to make their way towards the Impala. Ema followed suit with them, making her way into the back seat. The car roared to life and then they were off. "Do you live close by?"

"Yeah, just around the corner down a couple blocks." She said, pointing out the place for them when they pulled up at the curb.

Getting out of the vehicle, they quickly made their way inside and the brothers were shocked at the sight before them; the room was decorated with tons of angel statues. Some other random stuff mixed in between like a Metallica poster. "Alright, this is different." Dean whispered to his brother. "She's a religious whack."

"Maybe she just really likes angels." Sam said.

"Think maybe she would have the hots for Castiel?" Sam just shook his head at his brother's sly comment. "I still can't believe the dude's an angel. I mean, angel's just can't be real!"

Ema happened to walk back in hearing the last part of their conversation. "What's this about angel's not being real?" The guys noticed they were caught.

Sam chuckled nervously. "Uh, my brother and I- we had an encounter with something we think might have been an angel."

"Is that so?" He nodded. "Did they speak to you?"

"He told us his name was Castiel and that he was-" Sam looked to his brother wondering if they should be talking about this kind of stuff. The personal stuff Dean had gone through when he died.

"He saved me from Hell." Dean replied getting straight to the point. He was expecting her to reply in a shocked way for speaking that way in her home, especially saying the H word. However, they were once again surprised to see her take it so calmly before her eyes became wide.

"Wait...what was your name again?" She asked.

"Dean Winchester, this here is my brother Sam Winchester."

"It's you..." Ema whispered, walking up to the older brother and studying him. "You are the ones they are constantly talking about."

The brothers looked to her lost. "Who?"

"The angels." Dean blinked his eyes, giving a ludicrous look. She was hot, but completely insane. Ema was quick to explain herself. "I know I might sound crazy-"

"Yeah, you can say that again." Dean quickly interjected.

"But, it all started yesterday when I saw a light flying past me in the sky. Since then I've been hearing these voices in my head and they all keep talking about how 'Dean Winchester was saved.'" A smile came over Ema's face. "And now that you're telling me about this Castiel person being an angel, I think I'm right. They are angels...I can hear angels speaking."