A/N: Okay this is my first Fic ever, but please do not hold that against me! I feel like I have a pretty decent story to tell. It's taking a lot to put this out there so please review and stuff. I will have more chapters up soon and I will update frequently. Enjoy!
It was late one night when Alex Hall was leaving a city after a hunt. Normally she would sleep the night away in her hotel, but it was a matter of time before the townspeople got news that their beloved mayor was shot in the heart in an alley. With it being a small close-knit town and all, and with her being a drifter, the citizens of the small town would have taken her into custody as soon as the mayor was discovered. There was no way in hell she was going to convince the town that he was in fact, a werewolf. So Alex had to get away. Far away. Sleep be damned.
After driving for hours down the highway she was beginning to feel the adrenaline of the hunt wear off and drowsiness began to settle. She did everything she could to stay awake, from tousling her short shaggy hair in a feeble effort to shake the sleepiness from her head to finally plugging her iPod into the cassette-to-mp3 player adapter and turning on her tunes. When she could hardly keep her eyes open, she pulled off onto an exit into another small town probably somewhere in Kansas searching for a 24-hour gas station. Alex needed coffee.
She found her saving grace in a small Gas-n-sip. She pulled in and wearily stepped out of her black '45 Chevy truck and made her way inside. The place was empty aside from the 21-year-old hunter and the middle-aged clerk with dark hair and piercing sapphire blue eyes. She made her way to the coffee pots and poured herself the largest size they had. Deciding to skip the cream and sugar, she capped her cup and made her way to the counter.
"That will be $3.95." the man said in a low gruff voice.
She fished her wallet out and handed the man-Steve his nametag said- a five dollar bill. The register opened and he collected her change. He placed the dollar bill first in her hand, followed by the nickel, which then slid off the bill and onto the counter.
"Oh sorry." Steve apologized.
"Oh you're-"
She was interrupted by a flash of white as soon as both of their hands touched each other while trying to catch the runaway coin. All of a sudden a swirl of images flooded her mind. First a vision of two men dressed formally enters the gas station. Second comes an image of the two men grabbing the clerk while one of them flings her into a shelf full of snacks with some sort of magic force. Third is an image of one of the men brandishing a long silver blade and plunging it into the innocent man's heart. Another flash of white let her know that the premonition was over and she was back to reality.
She found herself still holding on to the man's hand, a little more tightly now. She felt her face was twisted into an expression of horror and she could see the man grow worried.
"Okay you need to listen to me," she explained, "I don't have time to explain how it is that I know this, but you're in danger and I need to get you out of here."
If she had the luxury of time, she would have been a bit confused at the clerk's expression that said he believed her. That's when they heard the doors burst open. Two men in suits-one was red-haired and the other was black-haired-appeared before them wearing a smug expression on their face as if they were police that have finally found the bad guy.
"Castiel, so it is true. You have been slumming it in the middle of nowhere away from us." The ginger headed man said.
"Well we finally caught you brother, now you will pay for what you did to heaven." The black-haired man said.
They both lunged for the man behind the counter. The black-haired man brought up his hand as if to shoot Alex back away from the scene like he did in her vision. But she was prepared. She pulled out her gun from the waistband of her khaki cargo pants and fired at the man shooting him in the outstretched hand.
It had no effect, but it did provide enough of a distraction for the clerk, whose name was Castiel apparently, to give a well delivered punch in the face to the red-haired man, knocking him back. Alex dragged the black-haired man over to her side of the counter. The man stood up and the hunter saw something shiny fall out of his sleeve- a long silver blade like her the one in her vision. He came after her and she blocked the attack. Gun still in hand she shoots a quick point-blank shot into one of his knees. He stumbles, and as he is falling she manages to disarm the being. (No way in hell that this is a human.) She then quickly stabs the black haired being in the back with his own blade. White light pours out of his eyes and mouth. After a shout of pain the black haired being moves no more.
Alex looks up and notices the struggle between Castiel and the red-haired person. The red-head has Castiel pinned to the wall. His own blade inching closer and closer to Castiel's heart and Castiel struggling to force his attacker's hands and weapon back. Alex runs toward the fight and hops the counter. She plunges the blade she took from her attacker into his partner. The red-haired man screams in pain while more of that white light poured out of his mouth and eyes just like her other victim. He then drops to her and Castiel's feet.
"Thank you." said Castiel, trying to catch his breath.
"No problem man, we need to get you out of here and someplace safe." stated Alex, pointing with her thumb to her truck outside.
The two run outside into the truck, with Alex still clutching the silver blade thinking it will come useful in hunts in the future. She opens the door to her truck gesturing to the blue-eyed clerk to do the same.
"Hop in dude." She says after moving a duffle bag full of hunting supplies to the truck floor. He does as he's told shutting the door behind him. "Don't worry man I'm not gonna kill or hurt ya man, but we need to talk and find you a safe place."
"You're a hunter." he says matter-of-factly as soon as Alex starts the truck and begins to get the hell out of Dodge.
She opens and closes her mouth a few times wondering where to begin explaining herself. She's more used to explaining herself to civilians from the start, so she feels a sense of relief that that half of the hard part is over. She begins to wonder how to begin this conversation again when the man sitting next to her gets the ball rolling for her.
"How did you know I was in danger?" he asks the hunter
"Um well… I'm a psychic as well. I had a vision that you were about to get killed." she explained. "It comes in handy when I protect innocent lives." she chuckled nervously.
"I'm not exactly innocent though." Castiel says looking down at his shoes. Alex took a deep breath and then started to concentrate on the man next to her, trying to read him so to speak.
"We'll see about that." She says pulling over onto the shoulder of the highway. She can better read a person when she isn't trying to drive. She feels a slight panic in the man's vibe. "It's okay man. Take my hands."
He places his hands in hers and she closes her eyes. A rush of images and emotions fill her head. "Okay so you used to be an angel of the lord… oh wow… heaven was in chaos… another angel… Metatron… the Metatron?... says you could fix the craziness up there… you were tricked… instead he made you lose your… grace… you are human now… and now all the angels are cast out of heaven and hunting you down…"
She removes her hands and then starts back on the road again. "Sheesh man, Metatron seemed like a cool dude in the movie Dogma… but he tricked you and now you are his scapegoat. I feel that your intentions are pure and you are a victim of someone else's douchebaggery." She said. "So I'm going to hazard a guess here and say that those guys that attacked us were some angels after your head." She added.
"Yes." said the former angel.
"Well do you have someone you can call? Or do I get the task of keeping you alive and helping you fix the clusterfuck that is heaven?"
"I can call Dean Winchester. Do you have a phone?"
"Shut the front door! You know Dean Winchester!" She exclaimed as she frantically dug around her pockets in her denim jacket looking for her cell. "He and his dad helped my dad on a case a long time ago. I was just a kid so he might not remember me, but tell him Alex Hall, Pastor Jacob Hall's daughter, says hi."
She fished out her cell and tossed it into Castiel's lap. She stared out into the road driving God-only-knows-what direction as Castiel calls his friend. She feels a sudden happiness in the former angel's vibe when she hears the man say "Hello Dean."