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The sky was pitch black, the rain poured down in thick sheets, making it damn near impossible to see the road. I was driving home from another long day at the precinct. As I drove, I went over the events of the past few months in my head. Maybe that's where I should start this story. So fasten your seatbelt, it's going to be a bit of a bumpy ride.

3 Months Ago

"Winchester," I said into my cellphone.

"What the hell, Liz? Since when do you call me by our last name?" I heard a very familiar voice, albeit one I hadn't heard in a few years, on the other end.

"Dean-o! Sorry, I'm just used to answering my phone by saying our last name. It's a work-related habit." I rolled my eyes as my brother sighed, I could hear irritation in the sigh. "And how the holy hell did you get my number? As far as I can remember, only a few people have it."

"Got it off of Bobby, after he called me an 'idjit' for not having my own twin's number. So what have you been up to?"

Just as I was about to respond, my partner Nick Burkhardt came bursting through my front door. He slammed the door shut and ran into the living room, diving behind the couch.

"Hold that thought, Dean. My partner just ran in here like a bat out of hell." I entered the living room calmly, holding the phone against my shoulder. "Nick, what the hell, man? You look like you've been chased by a rogue Blutbad."

"Blutbad? What the hell is that?" Dean's voice came through the phone. I ignored him.

"Worse than that. I just broke up with Juliette because it's getting too stressful hiding the fact that I'm a Grimm. I should have broken up with her when Aunt Marie told me to do it." Nick's voice was slightly muffled, as though he had a pillow over his face, which wouldn't surprise me.

"Okay. But that still doesn't explain why you're hiding in my living room."

"She took it pretty bad. When I said that I couldn't tell her exactly why I can't be with her, she automatically assumed that I was cheating on her. Then she accused me of cheating with Adalind."

"Adalind Schade?! What the fuck! Why would she think you were cheating with that bitch of a Hexenbiest? You don't even spend time around her!"

"Liz? Are you gonna talk to me at all or should I just hang up?" I jumped. I had nearly forgotten that I was still on the phone with Dean.

"Sorry, bro. I was just worried that my partner was hiding from a criminal or something."

"Why would he do that?"

"Well, criminals don't exactly like cops, now do they?" I heard what sounded like sputtering and choking. "Dude, did you just do a spit-take?"

"Yeah," he coughed a little. "I did. Since when are you a cop? Especially considering how we were raised."

"Technically, I'm a detective. But in answer to your question, I've been on the force for three, no four years. I started right after I left you and Sammy." I opened the fridge, and took out two beers. I popped the top off of one. "Sorry about ignoring you for a little while there. How are you and Sam doing? Did you find Dad?"

"Yeah, we found him a couple years ago. He died, but he went down fighting. Sam and I are doing alright, all things considered."

"What do you mean, 'all things considered'?" I lowered my beer from my lips.

"Well, you see Sam died and I made a deal to save him. The fucker gave me one year. Then I went to hell. Then after four months topside, which is forty years in the pit, an angel pulled me out and now we kinda had to stop the apocalypse. This is a bit weird to talk about over the phone. Where do you live now?"

"Portland, Oregon. Just stop by the station next time you're in town. Just ask for Detective Winchester at the desk. Now if there's nothing else, I need to help sort out my partner's love life. Later, bro."

"Talk to you soon, sis."

I grabbed the second beer off the counter and made my way into the living room.

"Nick, get your ass out from behind that couch and have a beer. Especially since if Juliette does decide to come here looking for you, it'll look a hell of a lot stranger if you're hiding."

"Thanks, Liz. It's just that-" a knock at the door cut him off. "If that's Juliette-"

I cut him off this time, "You're here but not in the mood to talk." I opened the door, fully expecting to see Juliette. Who was actually at the door made me nearly drop my beer. "Sam? Dean? How the holy fucking hell did you get here so fast?"

"Cas brought us, and Baby, via 'Angel Air.' We figured it would be better to talk now rather than later. Can the three of us come in?" Dean seemed a bit impatient. I looked behind him at my driveway, and sure enough there was a very familiar black Chevy Impala.

"First things first, Christo." Their eyes didn't change. I pulled a silver dagger from my belt and nicked each of them. "Okay, you're clean. Come on in and shut the door behind you." I led them to the living room, where Nick was still sitting on the couch.

"Nice place. So who's this?" Sam always was the more straight-forward of my brothers, for which I was extremely grateful.

"Right, introductions. Sam, Dean, this is my partner Nick Burkhardt. Nick, the sasquatch in plaid is my younger brother Sam, and the idjit in leather is my twin brother Dean. However, I don't know the cutie in the trench-coat."

"My name is Castiel. I'm an angel of the Lord."

"I took a good look at Castiel, or as Dean had called him, Cas. He was dressed in a suit that was the wrong size, a backwards blue tie, and a somewhat dirty tan trench-coat. He had messy dark hair, bright blue eyes, and a little scruff. He didn't look much like an angel to me.

Before meeting Cas, the only other angel, well archangel, I'd met was Gabriel. From what I remember, Gabriel said that he and my brothers don't exactly get along the best. Which is why I refrained from mentioning him, for the time being at least; that and Gabe had told me that my brothers thought he was dead from when he fought Lucifer.

Author's Note: This is my first fic. Please review and tell me what you think.