Chapter One

Aurora Philips tucked in her little brother, kissing his forehead. "Sleep tight, Tyler." The four-year-old smiled sleepily at her as she shut the door, leaving it cracked. "He's in bed, Mom."

"Thank you." Caroline Philips smiled at her daughter.

"Anything else?" She asked, yawning.

"No, sweetheart. Your father should be-" The two women heard a car pull up. "He's home."

Kevin Philips ran inside, leaving the door wide open as a second Kevin Philips followed. "Caroline, silver!" He gasped. "Aurora, go!"

"No!" She shrieked as the shapeshifter snapped his neck in front of her. "Mom, hurry!"

Caroline tossed her daughter a small, sharp silver knife. "Run!"

"Mom, go get Tyler! I'll take care of the shifter." She glared at the monster. "Come at me, bastard."

Instead, it pulled Kevin's gun off his corpse and shot his wife in the back three times, running up the stairs. "Are you going to kill your own father?" It asked, taunting her. "I'll kill the boy."

"Daddy?" Tyler's small voice looked up at the shifter. "I love you." He wrapped his arms around the monster.

"Tyler, that's not Dad. Come here."

"No!" He refused.

Aurora barely registered the gunshot as her brother's lifeless body hit the floor. She let the knife go, aiming directly for the shifter's heart. But before it died, it pushed her down the stairs and knocked her unconscious.

That same night in Lebanon, Kansas, Dean Winchester was stretched out on the couch, about to fall asleep. Sam was away on his honeymoon with his wife, Zoey, leaving Dean bored. The one person he could mess with no matter what wouldn't be back for another two weeks. Suddenly, the flap of wings alerted him to an angel's presence; Castiel stood a few feet away from him, standing beside Gabriel. The sweets-loving archangel held a beautiful woman in his arms. It looked as if she was sleeping. "What's going on?" Dean asked sharply.

"She needs to stay here, Dean. It's the safest place for her." Cas said simply.

"Um, okay. There's an empty bedroom next to mine."

The two angels carefully placed her on the bed. "Thank you." Gabriel muttered. "We should go, Cas."

"When is she gonna wake up?"

"Soon." Then they vanished.

"Freaking angels." Dean closed the door, going back to the couch.

He dozed off but, hearing a gun cock, he sat up suddenly, staring into the bright violet eyes of the mystery woman. "Don't move." She ordered. "Are you a shifter?"

"Uh, no."

"Prove it." She tossed him a silver knife; it looked like one from the kitchen.

He frowned but cut himself with the knife. "Happy?"

"No." She took the knife back, trading it for a flask of water. "Drink." When he did, she yanked the flask away from him. "Who are you and why have you brought me to this Men of Letters bunker?"

"I'm Dean Winchester and-"

She snorted. "You're Dean Winchester? Funny how the myth is so much more than the real thing. I thought you'd be taller."

He scowled. "I didn't bring you here. Castiel and Gabriel did."

"Who?"

"Angels, dumbass."

"Angels don't exist."

"Don't believe me then." He shrugged, flicking his hand out suddenly and taking the gun away from her. "Now, who are you and how do you know about the Men of Letters?"

"Aurora Philips." She regarded him with suspicion in her narrowed eyes. "I'm part of a seven generation Men of Letters legacy." She pointed to the Aquarian star necklace around her neck. "So how did a hunter know about this place?"

Dean raised an eyebrow at her. Her tone was really pissing him off. "The Men of Letters massacre in the 50s. Nobody survived, but my grandfather, Henry Winchester, did a spell and landed himself in my hotel room. He gave the key to my brother and me."

"I've heard about him. He was very influential until his disappearance." Aurora finally relaxed. "Are you going to tell me why you brought me here now?"

"I didn't." Dean gritted his teeth.

"Like I said, angels don't exist. So tell me the truth, Winchester."

As she was talking, Castiel had appeared behind her. "Hello, Dean."

Aurora jumped about a foot into the air. "Who the hell-how did you get in here?"

"I'm Castiel, Aurora. I'm an angel of the Lord."

Her eyes widened and she turned to Dean, who had a satisfied smirk on his face. "Hey Cas. Mind telling me why you and Gabriel dropped her off last night?"

"She's being hunted by a very powerful, malevolent witch. The bunker is the only place with warding powerful enough to hide her."

"Great." Dean groaned. "What'd she do?"

"Nothing, but this witch is the firstborn of Lucifer and Lilith. However, with Lilith dead and Lucifer," Cas paused, "out of the picture, she's safest here."

"Lucifer's still in the cage with Michael." Dean's voice was dangerously calm.

"I'll explain everything when I can, but Dean, there's another war coming. Be careful." He looked around. "Where's Sam?"

"On his honeymoon."

"Call me when he and Zoey get back." With that, Castiel disappeared.

Aurora sank down onto the chair behind her. "How did the Men of Letters miss the existence of angels?" She muttered, more to herself than Dean.

Her long golden blonde hair, gathered in a messy ponytail, accentuated her angular, flawless face. "They weren't missing anything. Bunch of winged dicks, really."

"This Castiel saved my life." She snapped. "He's not a dick."

"He can be. Saved you from what?"

"None of your business."

Dean sighed, standing to his feet. "I'm going out. Be back later."

He drove to the grocery store, in need of beer and pie. On the way there, he decided that what he really needed was Sam back. Picking up his phone, he dialed his brother's number, but it went straight to voicemail. "Figures." He grumbled, locking the door of his precious baby before going into the store.

Dean Winchester was not looking forward to the next two weeks.