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As she fell, her life didn't flash before her eyes like every one always said. All she saw was Violet's face as she reached out for her, screaming her name. All she could think about was her poor sister, who would be all alone now. Her poor sister, who had now watched her entire family die. Her last thought before her head cracked against the cold, hard concrete of the sidewalk below was "God, please be with her. Please let her survive this..." before everything went black.

Juno Monroe knew there were very few things that were certain in this world. People could loose everything in an instant, they're entire life turned upside down. Their home could burn down, they could loose their job or their wife, kids, parents. Nothing was certain.

But she was certain when a person got thrown from a ten story building, they died. And after they died, they stayed dead.

And yet here she was, on a fairly uncomfortable bed, something crunchy and uncomfortable beneath her as she stared at the ceiling. Had she dreamed it all? The man taking her, the falling and then the blackness...

"Who the hell is she?"

Juno blinked, suddenly realizing she wasn't alone. She gasped, shooting up in the bed, bits of broken mirror crunching underneath her weight. The voice belonged to an older man, a trucker hat on his head, wearing flannel and old jeans and looking as confused by her presence as she was his. He seemed to be talking to the younger man on the floor, slouched over, gasping for breath as he slowly lowered his hands from his ears and looked toward her. Under more normal circumstances Juno would have appreciated his good looks, but as she was still hung up on the fact that she had dreamed she was dead and wasn't and was now in some crappy ass motel with two strange men, she didn't quite notice.

"You're bleeding." She remarked, staring as the dark red flowed down his cheek. He narrowed his eyes at her, anger crossing his features.

"Who the hell are you?" He growled, slowly standing, bits of glass and mirror falling from him. "Did you do this?" He gestured around the room and Juno noticed for the first time that it looked like someone had taken a bat to every surface of the room. She stared, shaking her head slowly.

"I... I don't even know how I got here." She remarked, continuing to look at the damaged room before looking back at him. "I was... I thought I had..." She stopped, realizing how horribly insane it was going to sound if she said she had been dead. But everything about that night had been so vivid and real... and how had she gotten here?

"Dean... her arm." The older man whispered, his eyes going wide as he stared at her. She felt her heart quicken, alarmed at whatever he was so astounded by. She looked at them, taking in her forearms, twisting them back and forth.

"What?" She squeaked, finding nothing but her tattoo on her wrist. "It's just a tattoo. The Deathly Hallows from Harry Potter-"

"Harry Potter? Seriously?" The younger man, Dean, asked and she quickly glared at him, not liking his tone at all.

"Yeah, Harry Potter. It's my childhood, jackass-"

"Harry Potter?" He repeated, giving her another disbelieving look. She opened her mouth to retort but the older man made a gruff, angry noise before he moved forward, grabbing her arm and twisting it gently to reveal what he had been looking at.

"This, you idjit." He grumbled, revealing a large, raised hand print along the top part of her arm. She gasped, jerking away from him and twisting to get a better look.

"What the fuck... what is that?" She asked, her voice shaking as Dean slowly walked around the bed, staring at her arm with mixture of confusion and caution. He leaned close, his rough fingers skimming over the raised flesh in wonder. "What the hell is that?"

He didn't answer though, just continued to stare before his eyes flickered to hers and he looked suddenly intense and urgent. "Where were you before this? What is the last thing you remember?"

She stared at him, confusion and fear welling up inside her. It was suddenly hitting her how insane this whole situation was and how these two men were strangers and she didn't know where the hell she was. "You... you wouldn't believe me." She whispered, trying to keep from crying. She took a couple deep breathes, bunching the dress she had on in her fists as she tried to calm down. "I need to call my sister. I need t-to call Violet."

"Hey, look at me." Dean growled, his fingers digging into her arm as he stared at her intently. "Were you dead before this?"

"How... how did you...?" She shook her head, burying her face in her hands. She tried desperately to calm herself, feeling on the verge of a panic attack. "I remember falling, I remember him pushing me but that can't be true..."

"What the hell is happening?" She heard the older man mutter, glass crunching under his boots as he paced the room.

"No one survives a push from a ten story building!" She cried, hysterical as she looked between the two men. "I can't be here! This can't be real..."

Dean stood over her, his lips curling into a grim, bitter smile. "Tell me about it, sweetie." He muttered, sharing a look with the older man before he ran a hand through his hair.

"Why did you ask me if I had been dead? How could you have known that?" She asked, turning to look at him.

"Cause I was 6 feet under yesterday before I woke up in a pine box, dug myself out and found this little number on my arm." He grumbled, pulling up his flannel shirt to reveal the same wide, raised hand shape on his arm. She stared, her hands beginning to shake again before she sucked in a shaky breath.

"Oh... oh, God." She gasped, the panic threatening to overwhelm her. This couldn't be real. No way she could have died. "I have to call Violet." She said, throwing her legs over the bed and starting to stand. Her legs gave out though and she fell back onto the bed. "I have to call Vi."

"Okay, okay." Dean said quickly, putting his hand on her shoulder and pressing her down into the bed. The older man was walking around the bed, moving to put a hand on her other shoulder and tried to giving her a calming look.

"Calm down, kid." He said, his hand squeezing her shoulder gently.

"Calm down?" She cried, glaring at the both of them. "Calm down!" She screamed, her voice reaching a horribly high octave that she would have been embarrassed about under any other circumstance. "Oh, fuck you Grandpa! You tell me I was dead and then say to calm down!"

The world tilted then, the lack of oxygen and this entire ridiculous situation getting to her. The last thing she saw before she passed out was Dean and that same hand shaped scar on his arm before the world went black.

"Okay, Red, time to wake up."

She jerked awake, whipping up and almost hitting her head on what seemed to be the top of a car. "What the fuck..." She grumbled, looking around the small, uncomfortable space of the car before her eyes fell on the tall, blonde man in front of her. She stared at him, taking in the stubble on his cheeks, the flannel shirt and leather jacket before everything came back to her. Her head spun again and she closed her eyes, falling back onto the seat.

"Jesus..." She heard Dean mutter. "Seriously with the fainting..."

"I didn't faint!" She snapped, digging the palm of her hands into her eyes and trying to focus. "I'm trying to wake up. Because this dream is far to fucked up."

"Sorry to break it to you, but this ain't a dream Red." She heard Dean grumble, sounding very irritated. Join the fucking club, jackass.

She withdrew her hands from her face to glare at him. "What is the alternative here, asshole? That I'm back from the dead?"

He reached down, suddenly pinching her thigh... hard. She yelped, jerking up and glaring at him through the open door of the car. "See, not a dream. Now come on- FUCK!" He cried as she jerked her leg back and then kicked him as hard as she could in the knee. He nearly fell back as he hopped around, hugging his knee to him and cursing. She would have laughed at how comical it was watching a grown, gruff man hop around like a child, but she was too livid at being pinched by some strange guy. "What the hell!"

"You pinched me, you jackass!" She snapped, lifting herself out of the car and glaring at him.

"How the fuck was that an appropriate response?" He growled, glowering at her.

"What the hell is going on?"

The older guy was back, looking thoroughly annoyed. He had a can of paint in one hand and some sort of jar in the other. Juno took in the area for the first time, seeing nothing but a gravel road and a large, old shed. Oh, God... where they going to kill her out here? Again.

"She kicked me!"

"You pinched me first, you psycho!" She hissed, glaring at him. He opened his mouth, but the old man marched between them, glaring at the two of them.

"Are you kidding me? Get the hell in there you idjit!" He snapped, giving Dean a hard shove toward the building. He turned, staring down at her with a very irritated look on his face as Dean headed toward the shed, grumbling the whole time. If these to were going to kill her... again... she wasn't doing a very good job of trying to get herself out of it. Violet always told her she needed to reign in her temper... "Look kid, I know this is... overwhelming." The older man stated, rubbing the back of his neck and sighing. "But were trying to get some answers here. So if you could... hold out for just a little bit."

"Answers? How do you get answers to something like this?" She asked, shaking her head in disbelief. "I mean... you're trying to tell me that me and him came back from the dead. That doesn't happen. That can't happen. Not in the way your describing."

He sighed again, rubbing his face tiredly. "I know, kid. I've seen some weird shit in my day. Real weird, but this is new for me too. I'm just asking you to trust me for 20 minutes. 20 minutes and we'll maybe have some answers for ya."

She stared at him, wrapping her arms around her herself. He looked a little rough around the edges, but there was a sort of kindness in his eyes that made her think of the old photos of her father. She didn't know why, she knew it was insane but for some reason she felt herself nodding slowly. It couldn't get anymore insane then waking up from being dead, could it? Hell, even if they were just going to murder her, what would it matter? She was already supposed to be dead. "O-okay." She sighed. "Okay. Twenty minutes."

The old man gave her a strained smile, nodding slowly. "I'm Bobby, by the way. Bobby Singer."

"Juno Monroe."

"Nice to meet ya."

He beckoned her to follow him toward the large shed and she did, trying very hard not to freak herself out. He isn't going to murder me, he isn't going to murder me... She repeated, taking a deep breath and trying to calm herself. But that went out the window when she took in the inside of the shed. "Oh, Jesus Chris. You're Satanists..."

All sorts of symbols marked the walls, sprayed on with black and white spray paint. So many that there wasn't a foot of free space left in the building. "Oh, God. If this is some kind of sacrifice you don't want me, okay? I've... I've drank and... and had sex. I'm not a virgin. I'm no good for this!" She cried, trying to back away and back out the door. She could make a run for it. She may have died, but she was still in shape. Dean could maybe catch her, but the old man couldn't keep up...

"Okay, calm down. This ain't a sacrifice." Bobby muttered, quickly cutting her off from the door. "They're protection symbols. From every known religion." Bobby explained, his voice calming as he tried to lead her toward the table... with knives and guns.

"What the hell are those for then?!" She cried, backing away from the two of them.

"More protection." Bobby explained, holding his hands up and slowly pointing toward a old chair next to the table. "Just sit, alright? 20 minutes kid, that's all I asked for."

She looked around the shed, taking in the symbols and the guns and Dean, glaring at her from the side. He had a large, jagged knife in his hands, odd symbols carved into the metal of the blade. "I didn't agree to this." She mumbled, glaring at Bobby.

"Here," Bobby said, reaching toward the table and plucking a rather large blade from the selection of weapons. "Take it. We aren't here to hurt you, alright. Take it."

She stared at the large blade nervously, gingerly taking it from him and clutching it in her hand. She knew how to use a weapon. Violet had certainly taught her how to respect a knife and a gun after what had happened to their parents.

You have to know how to defend yourself. You have to know how to take care of yourself, Juno.

"Just 20 minutes." Bobby repeated.

"And what exactly are we doing?" She asked, holding the knife close to her as she studied the two of them.

"Summoning whatever brought us back." Dean answered casually. Like that answer was completely normal.

"Right." She snapped, rubbing her face with her free hand and sighing. "Let's say that works... what exactly are you thinking did it? A monster? A demon?" She mocked, looking at the two of them expectantly.

"Most likely a demon." Dean said, shrugging. She blinked, waiting for the punch line or joke. But he just stared back at her, a challenging smirk on his lips.

"Of course." She said, smiling at him mockingly. She looked back at Bobby. "20 minutes. Then I go back to my sister and hopefully you two head to a mental facility of some sort. Actually, she's a psychologist so she can give some excellent recommendations."

"Says the girl who was dead yesterday." Dean said, giving her smartass little smirk. She glared at him, her fingers tightening on the knife. God, she wanted to just throw it at his stupid, ugly face...

Bobby rolled his eyes at the two of them, huffing as he headed toward the table in front of Dean. "You got everything?" He asked, looking over the table at the weapons. Dean tore his gaze away from her, looking down at the assortment on the table.

"Stakes, iron, silver, salt... a knife." He pointed toward each in turn, the last falling on the large blade in Juno's lap, his eyes narrowing as he stared at her before he looked back at Bobby. "I mean, we're pretty much set to catch and kill anything I've ever heard of."

Bobby sighed, shaking his head slowly as he gazed down at all the weapons. "This is still a bad idea."

Dean closed his eyes in irritation. "Yeah, Bobby, I heard you the first ten times." He sighed, before calming himself a bit under the look Bobby gave him. "What do you say we ring the dinner bell?"

They shared a look, seeming to be silently fighting over something before Bobby sighed, heading back toward the table where he had set the jar. She noticed for the first time the large silver bowl, different jars and odd objects around it. He grabbed a small wooden bowl, sprinkling something over whatever was in the largest one. Smoke rose and Bobby watched it for just a moment before he began chanting some foreign language that sounded like Latin. "Seriously..." Juno mumbled, clutching the knife a bit closer. Bobby finished the chanting, staring at the smoking concoction for a moment before looking up expectantly.

Dean held his knife tightly next to her, looking around the room cautiously, very obviously waiting for something big to happen.

"What exactly was that?" Juno asked, looking between the two men.

"Summoning ritual."

"And it was supposed to do something right?"

Dean gave her a hard glare, his jaw clenching before he gritted out a "Just shut up." She held her hands up, smiling at him before settling into a silence. Minutes ticked by and before long Bobby took a shot gun, at on the table and lay it across his lap. Even Dean took to sitting on the top of the other table, eventually taking to spinning the knife on the table. She sighed, tapping her foot against the metal leg of the chair and taking to counting the different symbols in the room.

"I'm pretty sure the 20 minutes are up." She commented after she reached 156 symbols, turning to look at Bobby. He was whistling a tune now and he gave her a sharp look as he continued. Dean seemed just as irritated and he gave Bobby a look.

"Are you sure you did the ritual right?"

Bobby gave him a deadly look, his whistling trailing off as his eyes narrowed.

"Sorry," Dean said, a slight amusement in his voice as he swung the knife up and set it down on the table. "Touchy, touch, huh?"

As soon as the words fell from his mouth, a sudden howling started, wind picking up and suddenly shaking the top of the shed. Juno felt a shiver run down her spine as the two exchanged quick looks and were suddenly on high alert. Dean grabbed a gun at his side, jumping down from the table at the same time as Bobby as the wind began to pick up, the top of the shed shaking violently. He threw a look at Juno, quickly waving her to come toward him. "Get back here." He ordered and she didn't even argue, just scurried behind him, the knife so tight in her hand that her knuckles turned white. This was impossible. There was no possible way they had actually summoned something... "Wishful thinking," Dean piped up, looking at the ceiling. "But maybe it's just the wind."

With a pop, the light bulbs shattered one at a time until the last one by the large doors broke. The door began to open then and despite the thick piece of wood holding the door closed, it opened, shattering the wood in the middle like it was nothing. As sparks continued to fly, Juno caught sight of a man coming through the doors. He didn't flinch at the sparks, just continued toward them, his trench coat flapping around his legs. He didn't stop, even as Dean and Bobby began shooting at him, didn't even seem to notice. Oh, God. What did they bring here? She thought, terror filling her as the creature finally stopped before Dean, his face blank even as Dean grabbed his knife and pressed himself against the table.

"Who are you?"

The creature stared at him, tilting his head just a bit before he answered in a deep, gravely voice. "I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." He answered, his face and voice so emotionless. Juno felt another shiver of fear run down her spine as the thing looked at her, his head tilting to the side. "I brought you both back."

Dean gave the creature a dangerous look, bringing the knife closer. "Yeah, thanks for that." He muttered before lunging forward, plunging the knife deep into the creatures chest. Dean leaned back, confusion filling his face as the creature merely looked down at the knife, a small, cold smile on it's lips before it jerked it out and dropped it. Dean shared a look of terror with Bobby before the old man whipped the crow bar he had at the thing with surprising strength. It reached out behind, stopping the crow bar like it was nothing before twisting and facing Bobby, staring the man down before laying two fingers on his forehead.

"Don't!" Juno cried despite herself. But it was too late. Bobby's eyes rolled back and he dropped, the creature watching him fall before he looked at her. She clutched the knife, shaking as the creature studied her.

"We need to talk." It said, looking between her and Dean. "Alone."

Dean glared at the creature, a dangerous look on his face as he lowered himself to the ground and checked on Bobby. The creature moved toward the chair next to the table, looking down at the book on the table. "You're friend is alive." It commented, not bothering to look at Dean. Juno was slowly edging around the shed, keeping her distance from the creature to make her way toward Dean and Bobby's lifeless body. "Who are you?"

"Castiel." The creature answered, still looking through the book.

"Yeah, I figured that much. I mean what are you?" Dean snapped, glaring up at the thing. It finally looked up, giving him a meaningful look before straightening.

"I am an angel of the Lord."

Juno stopped, staring at the thing in disbelief. Dean, the man who believed in demons, even looked at the thing in complete disbelief. He snuck a glance at her and the creature looked too, it's piercing blue eyes meeting hers before falling back on Dean. He was standing now and just looked... angry.

"Get the hell out of here." He ordered. "There's no such thing."

"That's your problem, Dean. You have no faith."

Lightning struck, eliminating the room for a brief moment. In that brief second, shadowy wings spread behind this Castiel. They stretched, spanning several feet behind him. For just a moment Juno wasn't scared, but just amazed at the incredible beauty of those dark, shadowy wings.

"Always remember, baby, angel's are watching over you."

She blinked back tears, her mothers words from all those years ago echoing in her mind. The wings faded from sight as the lightning ended, leaving the creature standing there. Angel. It was an angel. Her head spun again, her heart pounding in her chest. How had her mother known?

Dean wasn't having it though. He gave a bitter smile, shaking his head. "Some angel you are. You burned out that poor women's eyes."

Castiel's head dropped and for a moment he looked regretful. "I warned her not to spy on my true form." He explained, moving toward Dean. "It can be overwhelming to humans. And so can my real voice... but you already knew that."

"You mean the gas station? And the motel? That was you talking?" Dean asked, giving a disbelieving look. Castiel nodded, looking almost sheepish.

"I apologize. I was trying to alert you to Juno's presence."

"You brought me to the motel?" Juno asked, flinching when he turned his eyes toward her again. He nodded, watching her for a long moment before Dean spoke up again.

"Buddy, next time, lower the volume."

"That was my mistake. Certain people... special people... can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them." The angel explained. "I was wrong."

"And what visage are you in now, huh?" Dean asked, looking over the angel, in an almost mocking way. "What? Holy tax accountant?"

Juno glared at him, wondering how on Earth he could be so... rude and disrespectful to a fucking angel. The guy was a dick, but he had to have some kind of respect for something as powerful as this. This thing had saved them, literally raised them from the dead. And he was mocking him.

"This?" The angel looked down a himself, touching his ruined trench coat lightly. "This is... a vessel."

Dean looked at Castiel in disbelief. "You're possessing some poor bastard?"

"He's a devout man. He actually prayed for this." He explained, a small smile on his lips as he looked back at Dean.

"Look, man, I'm not buying what you're selling. So what are you really?"

"You we're fine to believe it was a demon that brought us back but not an angel?" Juno remarked, staring at Dean. He turned, glaring at her with a clenched jaw.

"Juno has faith," Castiel remarked, watching her again. It made her incredibly nervous, but she looked back, watching the creature. "You have always had faith, like your mother." Juno's heart fluttered at the mention of her mother and she reached for her locket, rubbing her thumb against the cold metal.

"This thing," Dean growled, anger filling his voice, "is no angel. What the hell are you?"

Castiel looked back at him, confusion on his face. "I told you." He said slowly.

"Right." Dean scoffed, shifting nervously. "And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?"

Hell. From Hell. Juno stared at him, shock running through her. He had been in Hell? She shook her head, all of this threatening to overwhelm her. She wanted to go home, go back to her college and her sister and her job. Maybe this was all just a really fucked up, horrible dream.

"Good things do happen, Dean." Castiel said, moving closer to the angry man. Dean watched him, barely containing his anger.

"Not in my experience."

"What's the matter?" The angel questioned, tilting his head quizzically. "You don't think you deserved to be saved?"

For the first time that night, Juno felt a terrible sadness for Dean. What had happened to him that he thought that? What had he done? Despite how bad of a start they had gotten off too, Dean hadn't hurt her. He had thought to protect her when Castiel had showed up and the only harm he had really done was give her a little pinch. At worst he had been a very cocky, delusional asshole. But now he looked like a broken, hurt man as he stared the angel down.

"Why'd you do it?"

Juno was curious about that too. She had always been a believer in God, had gone to church and volunteered. But she had been nothing remarkable. Nothing worth bringing back to life.

"Because God commanded it." Castiel said softly, his eyes flickering toward Juno. "He commanded that both of you be brought back. Because we have work for both of you."

So there it is. Hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know what you think :) I'll try to update fairly quickly. :)