Alone, somewhere in Delaware, the Winchester brothers sat in silence. Sam Winchester, the younger brother, sat at a coffee table using his laptop and looking for any information to help them with their puzzling case. Dean Winchester, the older brother, is sitting on his bed, and cleaning his guns. All seemed well on this chilly autumn evening, until a soft rustling of wings signaled that their fine feathered friend is in the room.

"Sam, Dean, I need your help," he huffed out.

Dean flinched and rose from the bed at the sight of the angel. He looked sweaty, like he had just run in with another angel. His hair was messy, but that was Cas' usual style. What really stood out was the larger bundle of white cloth, with feet poking out.

"What is that?" dean asked, pointing to whatever it was in his hands.

Castiel just looked at him and then looked down at the sheet-wrapped figure, but didn't react fast enough. Dean pulled the sheet off; he'd obviously had enough of the bullshit. With no answer from Cas, dean revealed that the large bundle in his arms was an African-American girl, about nineteen years of age, with long, wavy back-length hair, and wearing a white ball gown. Sam and Dean were taken aback, mostly Dean until Sam rose up from his seat and eyed the angel warily. Dean spoke" what is that?"

Castile made a face and leaned his head to the side, like he's confused.

"She's a girl, of course," he replied.

"Yeah, we can see that Cas, but what we want to know is why," Sam said stammering over a few words trying to keep his cool in a not cool situation. Castiel was going to reply until Dean cut him off, emphasizing the point of the teenage girl in his arms.

"She…" He stared down into his arms and remembered the events that happened hours earlier. "She's important, and I need you to protect her, until I come back with help." He stated as he lied and tucked in the sleeping ebony enchantress into dean's bed.

After tucking her in, the world became muted as Dean was trying to tell the angel something about how he needed to start explaining himself. Castiel simply ignored Dean as he softly touched the girl's head and then disappeared; loud wings rustling were the only signs that he had left, leaving a stunned Sam and Dean Winchester fighting over who would get the other bed.

"So, Rock paper scissors?" Sam asked.

"You know it," Dean replied

Sam won the first two games and Dean had to sleep on the couch.

A world blanketed in grey skies and snow surrounded her. Trees—black and twisted—were home to the crows perched in various branches, all staring at her. A lone girl, in a world that is foreign to her, and yet it felt like home. She sat on a blackened tree stump, wearing only a tattered, red, sleeveless dress. Her Feet are cold and bare, and her hair is long, black, and untamed.

The girl promptly talks to the crows, to ease her boredom. "What do you think?"

The crows caw loudly in response. She huffs loudly at the sounds. She can't hear it, but something is coming. The crows flew off in fear of what is coming. The footsteps are quick, and it beats across the ground, then stops. Shallow breaths, the stench of decaying flesh and stale blood. Tiny clicks made her scuttle around. The beast is mucous colored and starved, so starved that his ribs are showing. It has the average height of a human male, probably because it used to be human at some point. It has white eyes with black irises, sharp teeth that are filed to a point, a protruding nose, and long, ivory-colored fingernails. This beast, or demon, is slightly laughing; it stalks her, and taunts her.

"We see that the young lady is still here."

She stares with disgust; his breath reeks of the dead. Flesh in his teeth and blood on his tongue, he must have found another victim to eat. She slowly lifted her leg and shook the chain that is shackled to her right ankle.

"Yep. Can't go anywhere with this thing on me," she replied cheerily.

He drew closer to her and takes the chain in his ivory, mucous-colored fingers. There's a look in his eyes as he contemplates his decision. "What do we get if we free you?" He's not stupid; he just acts that way, when he wants something. He barters with you. It's usually the skin that he wants. She closed the distance between them and smiles.

"Something so rare and delicious—"

Gnarl quickly grabbed her leg and pulls her upside down

"We bet it's you. With skin so soft and young, we bet you taste like chocolate. Your skin looks like chocolate," he says in a sing-song tone.

She quickly kicked him in the face, knocking him back slightly. He quickly reached around to grab her neck. She swept his feet and he fell. She quickly hops on top of and makes a snake-finger-like pose in front of his eyes. He grows still almost instantly.

"Now that I have your undivided attention, let's talk about getting me out of here."

It is morning now. After the whole ditch and leave scenario, Dean watched the girl sleeping in his bed with mild interest. Every now and again, she would move slightly, talk in her sleep, or move into a new sleeping position. Now, she's sleeping at the foot of the bed, her Body completely covered by the covers, with only her head sticking out. Sam on the other hand was still sleeping, in his bed, getting all his well-deserved sleep, but Dean wasn't. After the game, he graciously took it upon himself to stand guard in case the girl woke up and decided to bolt. From the couch, Dean would nod off, and when he couldn't take it anymore, he went to the bathroom. A few minutes later, Dean emerged from the bathroom, only to notice that Castiel was outside the door waiting for him.

"Hello, Dean."

Dean jumped slightly at the sight of the angel and says "Jesus Cas, one of these days I'm going to tie a cowbell around your neck"

Castiel just gave him that confused look again.

"Why? I am not a cow" He replies

"Just forget it."

Sam unexpectedly woke up with all the yelling, gracefully flipped his hair out of eyes. Looks like somebody got a goodnight sleep. Sitting up, He surveyed his surroundings and stilled his gaze at the bed next to him.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Where's the girl from last night?"

Dean walked over to his bed and pulled back the covers. There was no one there. The noise Dean made was a mixture of annoyance and anger. Sam made a smug laugh and said "What happened to you keeping watch?"

"Shut up! I had to pee."

"Dean."

"What, Cas!"

Castiel lowered his gaze and pointed to the white cloth poking out from underneath the bed. Sam stared in mild confusion, but caught on as soon as Dean started to pick up the bed, and—viola—there she was, balled up in the fetal position. Castiel walked over and dragged her by her feet, earning him and Dean a surprise yelp. Dean dropped the bed and gave the angel a puzzled look. Sam rose from his bed, quickly grabbing a shirt and putting it on. The girl tried to kick away from the angel's grasp, but his grip was stone solid. Castiel dropped her leg and she proceeded to crawl towards the door. Dean blocked her path. Not looking up, she spoke.

"You're not going to let me leave, are you?"

"Sorry, sister. Not until we get some answers," Dean replied.

Slowly, she stood up, till she was standing in the middle of the room with Dean in front of her, Sam to her far right, and Castiel to her left.

"What a great morning this turned out to be" Dean thought sarcastically.

The girl quickly turned to Castiel with pleading, mahogany eyes "Please, I want to go home."

He sighed and gave her a sad look "I'm sorry, Yasmin, but you don't have a home to go to anymore."

Yasmin gave the angel a wide-eyed look and yanked him by the collar. Sam looked stunned by this act. Dean tried to put his hands on her shoulders, but Castiel raised his hand to stop him. They were now face to face, mahogany eyes—glowing with anger— boring into cerulean ones.

"What do you mean?" she growled out.

"They're dead" he replied bluntly.

The Winchesters didn't have time to react before a fist suddenly made contact with the angel's face. Yasmin struck Castiel in the face. It obviously did not have an effect on him, but he still gave off a pained expression. When the fist connected with his face, she instinctively hunched over in pain. Sam quickly pulled out a chair for Yasmin to sit in while she nursed her bruised hand.

"Feel any better?" Dean asked in a smug tone.

Everyone in the room gave Dean all kinds of looks, Sam gave him his "bitch" face, Castiel gave him his "not funny" face, and Yasmin just gave him a face that screamed "jerk". Dean knew when to give up, so he sat down on his bed. Gathering everyone's attention by clearing his throat, Sam looked at both the angel and the girl "So, Cas, you want to tell us what the hell is exactly going on?"

"I thought I was doing the right thing" she said softly

"Okay, what does that mean?"

"It means if I hadn't met you, you would be dead." Castiel growled.

Michigan weather is at its best in the fall. The leaves begin to change into their yellowish-orangish hue and fall. Cider mills welcome people young and old with freshly made apple cider and doughnuts. Halloween is right around the corner and everyone is rushing to get their last minute shopping done. Everyone except Yasmin. When you work at the public library, everything just seems to stand still. Books littering every shelf; all packed nice and tight together, patrons standing or sitting engrossed into their books, and young children enjoying books for the first time with their parents. This would seem boring to a normal person, but to her it's a second home. Right now, however, decorating the library with paper Halloween garlands are not Yasmin's exact idea of fun.

"Oh come on, Yas. You still haven't told me what you're going to be for the lock down," a giddy voice asked.

The voice belonged to the bubbly redhead who was taping pumpkin garlands to the children's bookcase. Rachel McNeil has only been working at the Trenton public library for only a few weeks, but she's quickly turning it into a memorable experience for children, dressing up as story book characters and reading to the kids. Tiny freckled dots grace her vanilla pale skin, curly orangish-red red hair bobbles up and down every time she moves, all wrapped in a blue and grey stripped sweater dress.

"Princess" she replied dryly.

Rachel let out a long, drawled-out sigh. "That is sooooo boring. Want me to make you a super spectacular outfit, 'because I'm going as Merida form Brave"

Yasmin paused at the thought and turned to a smug looking Rachel. She certainly had the hair thing down; she just needed to work on the accent.

"Hello! Earth to Yasmin!"

"I think you would make a perfect Merida," she mocked in a half-assed Irish accent.

They just laughed and continued to decorate the children's section. When they were done, Rachel left to go get more, so they could start in the magazine section. Yasmin took this as an opportunity to stroll through the library, taking in the sound of paper quietly shuffling, stacks and stacks of books; gracing the tables they sat upon, and the smell of literature.

Showtime, she happily thought as she put her ear buds on and started listening to "American girl" by Bonnie McKee on her mp3 player. Everyone was used to the enthusiastic young page dancing up down the aisles. She danced passed the religious and fiction section, and made her way to the lore/mythology section (her favorite section) and stopped when she tripped over a book.

Books everywhere littered the floor in piles, tiny piles, but piles nonetheless. She thought nothing of it and began picking them up and began putting them back on their proper shelves. Rocking to the beat of "still into you" by Paramour, she didn't notice that someone was in the aisle watching her.

"Baby not day goes by that I'm not into youuuu" she silently mouthed.

A large hand gripped her shoulder and startled her, making her drop the books. She swiftly turned around to tell off Rachel, but quieted down when she that it wasn't Rachel, but a patron.

A man, in his mid-thirties, he looked like he just had woken up. He had messy, black, short hair, fair skin, slight stubble, and sapphire blue eyes and was wearing a large, tan trench coat and a suit. Just staring at her, she promptly apologized. He apologized, too, and helped her pick up the books. She rambled on about how sorry she was for not hearing him and their hands met as they both tried to pick up the same book. She stopped and flinched her hand back in silence. She just laughed and said, "Was there something specific you were looking for?"

"Actually, I was looking for you, Yasmin," he said in a calm, grave tone.

Awkward silence took its toll, and yasmin stood up and spoke "Well, here I am. What do you need?"

He just stared at her. His eyes, were very unnerving. Cerulean pools bored into her being. She shivered slightly and clutched the hand in her own tightly. The air was very tense until, someone's phone rang. It was the patron in front of her. He quickly apologized and quietly answered. The person on the other end was very loud, she learned that the patrons name was Cas, by the way the person on the other end was shouting. It must have been really important, his facial expressions kept changing from worried to confuse. He ended the call with "okay Dean"

"Wai-Wait, let me get this straight, while you were supposed to get info on those weird religious killings, you were flirting with a librarian?"

Dean's face was stone solid; he was obviously not amused with the storytelling.

"Page."

His gaze deferred to the girl sitting at the table.

"What?"

"I'm a page. We do work for the librarians." she corrected.

"Whatever," Dean huffed.

"Dean," Sam called.

Sam motioned Dean over to talk. Feeling his anger subside, he complied. Going over to Sam, Yasmin started to fidget, not liking the whispering between the two attractive males. The whispering subsided when someone's cell phone started to ring "Cherry Pie" by Warrant. Everyone's eyes landed on Yasmin. She just nervously laughed and shut it off. A few minutes later, Sam and Dean broke apart and returned their attention back to the angel and the girl.

"Look! It's almost noon, and we need food, so this is what we're going to do: Sam is going to stay here with Jasmine—"

"Yasmin!"

"Whatever. Cas and I will go get something to eat. Are burgers good?"

Sam nodded while Yasmin just shrugged nervously. Dean quickly put on his leather jacket and quickly ushered Castiel out the door. Leaving Sam alone with yasmin. Shy girl powers activate!

"Uh what are you doing?" Sam asked gesturing why yasmin covered her face with her hands

"Sorry. I have this condition where I can't stare at beautiful men for too long or I'll get a nose bleed," she nervously squeaked out.

Sam instantly forgot that the shirt he was wearing wasn't pulled all the way down, his abs glistened in the morning light. The sound Yasmin made was inhuman and she fainted.