Flames licked along the inside of the two-story farm house. It ran along the edges of the window sills, seeping through the broken glass. It engulfed the entirety of the building, mercilessly trapping whatever was inside with scorching heat and an unbearable amount of heavy smoke. There was only a matter of seconds before the whole building would collapse in on itself. It would seem no one could survive inside, and that's true, at least not for long, and she knew it.

Amber West curled in on herself, resting her head on her knees with her skinny arms folded around her. There was no way out now. She was going to die. She wanted to cry, but nothing came. Instead she stayed huddled in the corner of her bedroom closet, trying to distance herself from the smoke slowly filling the inside of the small room. The heat made her short brown hair stick to the back of her neck and her forehead. She silently prayed as fast and hard as she could, for she knew her time was coming to an end. After a few moments, she decided to try opening her closet door again, as a last attempt to get out.

Amber pressed her back to the door with her foot against the opposite wall, twisted the doorknob, and pushed with all the strength her tiny body possessed.

It didn't budge. She knew her dresser had fallen down in front of the door after she was pushed inside, making it impossible for her to escape. Accepting her defeat, the hot tears finally came as she once again sank to the floor, her body shook with each sob.

A few more moments, and she was surprised she had not died yet. Amber's prayers of asking to live soon turned to, "Let it be over with soon."

But there was a noise that stopped her.

Footsteps. Loud, hurried ones.

At first she was sure she was going crazy. No one could possibly be inside and not be a flaming crisp right now. But that didn't stop her from standing up and pressing her ear to the warm door.

This time it was as plain as day. A pair of… No. Two pairs of loud footsteps pacing close by. Suddenly, a loud male voice pierced through the smoke filled air.

"We can't stay here, Dean!" The stranger's voice was interrupted with a coughing fit. "This is suicide and you know it!"

"We haven't searched all the rooms yet! I'm not leaving until we do! Leave if you want, I'm staying!" Another loud voice of the person she assumed to be Dean, replied.

Amber didn't know who they were, but she didn't waste any time trying to get their attention. She tried to scream for help, but as she inhaled, she was greeted with mostly smoke instead of the oxygen she so desired. Her coughs wracked her body as she tried to regain control of her breathing. She attempted once more, but was unsuccessful again. She began to cry harder. There's just too much smoke.

In a last ditch effort, She began pounding on the door with both fists as loudly as she could. Striving to make as much noise as possible. Finally, by some miracle, her voice was returned to her.

"HELP!" She screamed, dropping down as her weak knees buckled beneath her.

"Sam, there's someone in there! Help me move this!" She heard outside the closet door. Relief flooded her body, but she realized she was not out of the clear yet.

The sound of wood scraping across the floor filled the air, and after a moment, the closet door swung open. Amber tilted her head painstakingly upwards to look at her rescuers. They were two men, one was taller, and had long brown hair that was messily tucked behind his ears. The other man was slightly shorter, but still tall. He had shorter, lighter hair.

The shorter man bent down, and in one swift and simple motion, he scooped Amber's small frame into his arms with almost no effort at all. She made no move to fight against what he was doing, as she was both too tired, and thankful they had found her.

"Sam, make sure the path is clear for us." He grunted, shifting Amber in his arms.

The taller man, 'Sam' led the way, kicking stray pieces of furniture out of the path they were taking to leave the burning building. By some blessing, the stairs were untouched by the flames as of yet, and they quickly, but carefully descended them. Sam opened the front door once he reached it, and followed after he let the two behind him go first.

Amber's eyes threatened to close, but an overwhelming smell of fresh air flooded her lungs as she wholeheartedly welcomed the change of atmosphere. Her head still rested on her rescuer's shoulder, the weak feeling was not dissipating, and her mouth was completely parched. She did her best to motion that she needed something to drink, and thankfully they took the hint.

"She needs something to drink, Dean." Sam said as they continued moving to a car nearby.

"I think we have some water in the car." Dean coughed out, readjusting his grip on Amber. Sam looked through the car as Dean lowered himself to the ground along with Amber still in his arms.

Sam shook his head as he found only three beer bottles left in the backseat, something that wasn't quite suitable for a little girl. He opened the trunk and found a small bottle of holy water they kept. He supposed that could work. It was just water after all, but it would also rule out the possibility of her being a demon. They could kill two birds with one stone.

Dean accepted the bottle and held it up to Amber's lips. She drank it without question, gulping down the water until the point where she needed to stop for a breath.

"We should get her to a hospital, man." Sam said, shaking his head. "That was too close. We were almost too late."

"I know, but we weren't." Dean looked down at the small form in his arms, and sighed. "We'll take her to a hospital to be safe."

Suddenly, Amber felt herself being lifted up, the car door was opened and she was gingerly set down on the backseat. After that, a scratchy blanket was placed over her, and in no more than five seconds she willingly succumbed to a dreamless sleep.


AN: Hey guys! Hope you like that first chapter to my new series I'm super excited about working on. If you didn't know, my OC character, Amber West, is basically based off of myself. same build, hair, age, everything… just with a different name. I have a general idea of where I want this story to go so that means I should be writing more very soon. I did write this in like 2 hours and it was fairly late at night, so I hope this isn't too bad. I'm pretty proud of it though. Even if I'm sure I'll read it tomorrow morning and think it's all crap. The next chapters will be longer! And don't worry, we'll have some appearances of everyone's favorite angel. Thanks so much for reading! Please review and tell me what you think!

-Moose.