Hi, everyone! It's good to be back! So this is the sequel to Don't Wake Up! If you haven't read it yet, it might help if you did before starting this story! I'm excited to start this new adventure with all of you! I hope you all enjoy chapter one of Drifting Away.

Pairings: Dean/OC, possible Sam/OC

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural!

Drifting Away

Chapter 1: Nightmare

"I thought you said this would be easy!" Dina exclaimed as she picked herself up of the ground. She dusted off her jeans, and turned to glare at the laughing angel.

Machidiel shot her a toothy grin, "That's because it is easy!"

The brunette rolled her eyes, "You've been flying since creation! I just started!" She stomped her foot in indignation. Black wings floated calmly behind the girl.

"It just takes practice," Machidiel pulled the pouting girl into his arms. Dina's heart stopped as she looked up into his bright, smiling eyes. It didn't matter that they had known each other on and off for centuries. She knew that this feeling would never fade.

"How about one more go before we go inside?" Dina worried her lip thinking hard. She really wanted to quit for the day. She already embarrassed herself enough for one day.

"If you do good, I'll make it worth your while?" He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Dina blushed, but slowly nodded her head in agreement.

Dean winced as he heard a gunshot sound of in the wooded area around him.

"Damn it! Sam? Jess?" He called out to his companions. Getting no answer, he sighed before breaking out in a run. The ground beneath his boots sloshed with mud. It had been raining on and off throughout the entire day, but had finally settled into a small drizzle. Fog had crept out, and Dean was having a hard time navigating the forest.

He narrowed his eyes as he came up to a clearing. "Sam?" He received no answer. He turned around to survey the entire area.

"Where the hell could they be?" A rustling came from one of the bushes. The hunter reacted immediately by readying his pistol. He relaxed when he realized that it was just his brother and Jessica.

"I could have shot both of you!" Dean exclaimed as he walked closer to them. He examined the pair to see that they had no visible wounds, but they weren't short on the supply of mud. They were covered head to toe.

Jessica reached to tighten the ponytail she had her hair pulled back in. She gave a tentative smile before answering. "I would rather be shot, than eaten."

"So you saw the wendigo?"

"No, but I kept feeling like something was watching me." Jessica explained. "That's when I ran into Sam."

"If the wendigo is watching, then it is perfect view to attack." The younger brother said. "Dean, we can barely see out here. I think we should go back to the motel before we get ourselves killed."

"You two go ahead. I'll stay out here."

"We aren't just going to leave you," Jessica said, moving closer to Dean. "If you stay to finish the hunt, then I will to."

Sam rolled his eyes and huffed, "Fine."

They continued to trek through the green woods. The further they went into the woods, the less of the fog they encountered. "Do you think there's anywhere for the thing to be hiding?"

Sam shook his head. "I did see a cave earlier, but it was entirely blocked off."

Dean listened carefully to any noise that could signal the creature's appearance.

Several yards later, Jessica reached out to grab his arm. Dean raised an eyebrow before trying to shake his arm out of her grasp.

"What is it?" he muttered.

"I don't want to alarm you, but I found the wendigo," Jessica whispered. Dean followed her gaze as she looked upwards.

Scaling high in one of the smaller oak trees, the beast sat lurking.

Dean heard Sam curse before firing the flare gun he held. It whizzed by the wendigo as it quickly jumped down from its perch.

"Oh, hell!" Jessica positioned her flare gun as she became ready to fire.

Dean grabbed the gun, and pushed it to face the ground. "Wait until you get an opening."

They darted out of the way, as it lunged at them.

Jessica turned as the wendigo fell on Dean's sprawled out body. She took aim, and pulled the trigger.

"Good Job, Jessica," Sam said, patting the immortal on the back. She grinned up at the younger brother. She had successfully shot the wendigo before it had dealt Dean any bodily harm.

"Thanks, but I feel like it was a lucky shot."

"Around us, luck doesn't mean much," Dean stated as they finally spotted the Impala.

Jessica smiled softly before giving him a slight hug. "Since we don't have another hunt yet, can we go see my sister?"

Dean turned the idea over in his head. The three had been hunting non stop for the last couple of months. A vacation shouldn't be thought so down on, but if they didn't hunt, people would die.

"I don't think..." Dean broke off as Jessica gave him her patented look. It was more effective than the puppy dog eyes Sam wore on occasion.

"I guess we could," he finished. The girl's green eyes sparkled in happiness. She gave him a peck on the cheek before walking quickly to the car.

Sam rolled his eyes at the display. "Could you be any more whipped?"

Dean glared ," Dean Winchester is whipped by no woman!"

"Dean, let's go!" Jessica called behind her.

"What the heck am I doing here?" Dina asked as she surveyed her surroundings. She was in a small diner, much like the one down the corner from her house. Except it wasn't. The only person she saw was relaxing all to himself in the back corner.

"Hi, do you know where we are?" The man didn't turn around to answer, but he twitched as though he had heard every word she had said. She heard the slap of her shoes connecting with the linoleum floor as she approached the man.

She tapped him on the shoulder, but there was no response. Her brow furrowed in frustration. What the hell is going on? She thought.

Her heart flew into her chest as a cold hand latched onto her wrist. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, as she looked down. It was the hand of the mysterious man. It was pale, and so fragile that Dina felt like she could break it with a flick of her wrist.

Yet, when she tried to snatch it away, the grip tightened roughly. Dina whimpered as she felt the bones in her hand rub together painfully.

"Now, now," He said. His voice was as rough as sandpaper. He stood up slowly from his chair to face her. The chair he had been sitting in screeched as it slid across the floor. "You shouldn't try to get away."

Dina looked nervously at the man's face. She had been expecting to see a twisted, old face, but he looked like a normal, everyday, older gentleman.

He smiled knowingly, "Not what you expect, huh?" As she shook her head, his smiled widened. "I'm sure your parents have told you not to judge a book by its cover." At this his grip lessened, and Dina was able to remove her hand.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, quietly. She started backing up to the direction of the exit.

"I mean that I could be anyone." He said smiling. He picked up the lone coffee cup that was sitting on his table, and drained the contents. "For instance, I could be your sweet, loving sister."

Dina's eyes widened in horror as his face morphed into that of her sister's.

"Or that loon of a woman you call Mother," She flinched away from smiling face of her mom. As fingertips brushed the door, Dina sighed in relief. I can get away!

"Maybe even that angel of yours," the look that graced Machidiel's face was one of pure hatred.

Without a backward glance, Dina pushed open the door. When it didn't give, Dina turned eyes back to that thing.

"Darling, you can't get away," Machidiel's voice whispered in her ear.

The girl bolted up from her bed. Her breath was shaky and she was covered in sweat. Her heart was thrumming violently in her chest, and her ears were ringing. She took a few deep breaths when she realized that it had been a dream.

"Are you all right?" Dina jumped at the unexpected question, but turned to see the concerned eyes of her angel.

"It was just a nightmare," Dina said, before turning away from him. She felt him drag her body against his. The contact warmed the chill from the nightmare.

He kissed the back of her hair, before humming a tune she had never heard. She listened to the pleasant sound before drifting back to sleep.

Next time: Dina gets some lessons in defense from Fathriel. We know that this won't turn out so well. Research for the next hunt? Sam seems to think so; Dean on the other hand is a little busy. And what's up with the gummy bears?