Chapter 0- Flight of The Fallen
I was falling.
No constriction, no rules, no specific destination, except for 'away.' This was better than flying, even. No control. No worries. Just wind slashing around my face, trying to exhilarate me even more. Above me, the open blue I was trying so hard to rid myself of, and below me was the ground, rushing up to meet me, with it's trees and cities, it's marred but beautiful surface glowing with enthusiasm and light. It was unique, different, formed by a force without boundaries or loyalties. Nothing was specifically created for a certain purpose, but everything had one. The dirt took it's last few bounds to meet with me, and when it collided, I crumpled in pain.
And I was relieved.
The rain pattered across the windshield of the mud-spattered Impala, forcing the older Winchester to crank on the wipers. Dammit, Cas, hurry up already. It's been two weeks. He adverted his attention from the dark band of highway to glare at the empty passenger's seat. He kept waiting for it to be suddenly occupied, but no matter his prayers, or the prayers of anyone, for that matter, the upholstery remained vacant. A glance in the rearview mirror revealed the back to be void of life as well, a shotgun sitting on the floor of the car his only company.
Miles passed, signs flew by, the hours went on without incident, until the first rays of light shot across the horizon, illuminating the hungry blackness. He slowed upon spotting an unsettlingly humanoid mass crumpled along the side of the road. When he noticed it was an actual person, he slammed the brakes and yanked the Impala onto the gravelly highway shoulder.
The door groaned open, then slammed shut, and the asphalt crunched under Dean's boots as he rushed over to the unfortunate figure. "Hey, you alive?" He touched her shoulder, turning her over from her side to her front, then checking her pulse.
She was alive. In addition, Dean noticed, she was pretty hot. Of course, that didn't mean Dean wasn't going to make sure she wasn't a demon or some other form of horrifying monster. He splashed her with holy water, sprinkled salt on her face, gently prodded her with a silver knife, all to no effect.
Finally deciding that she meant no harm, he gently scooped the unconscious girl into his arms and swept her into the backseat of his baby. "Hey, I'm gonna get you some help, okay?"
He sighed as he pressed the door closed quietly. I'm talking to a comatose chick I found on the side of the road. Sammy, you'd better get your ass back here, 'cos I'm going nuts. Dean Winchester turned the key in the ignition, and the Impala roared to life. He glanced at the rearview mirror again to see the strawberry blonde girl move her arms into a more comfortable position, and he could swear that for just a moment, there was a large shadow across the back seat before the sun ducked behind a cloud. A shadow that slightly resembled a pair of wings.
End Chapter 0