CHAPTER 1

I walked calmly out of the small church, my hands in my jacket pockets against the cool breeze of the night. Looking both ways down the street, I stepped casually down the steps of the cathedral and onto the sidewalk.

My eyes closed as I breathed deeply in the mortal world of Earth, taking in the new but familiar feeling in the air. I hadn't been down here for at least five-hundred years or so, and I was suprised to find that I was missing it. Opening my lids again, I began walking slowly down the street; I was completely alone in the dim lighting the street lamps gave.

As I walked past a small store though, I back-tracked and stared at the glass. I was baffled by how much my vessel actually looked like the real me: white blonde hair, teenage looks, darkly tanned skin, and a happy smile. The eyes were the only things that changed when I took over; they were now a steely gray, just like mine should be.

Grinning to myself, I took off down the road, my head down as I thought about random things to occupy my time. I snapped into focus though and began sprinting down the sidewalk when I heard a loud screech from barely twenty meters ahead of me; it didn't sound human, but the next blood-curdling cry did.

I ran even faster, faster than any human boy should have been able to, and slid to a stop in front of the alley the noises had come from. My sight adjusted quickly to the darkness, and I took in the awful scene in front of me.

A young girl, sixteen maybe, was being forced to the ground, a man on top of her that didn't exactly look like a man. His eyes were pure blood red with no whites, with razor sharp teeth and dark tattoos and marks covered every inch of its body, each one with a sinister meaning.

Without hesitation, I thought of my weapon and they appeared in my hands. Two knives as long as my forearms that curved in slightly as they tipped and made out of pure silver. I closed my eyes, opened them, and suddenly I was standing next to the demon as he went for the girl's neck; tears streaked down her pale face and her mouth was open in a silent scream of horror.

I took a quick breath and brought my right sword straight up and across my body with a killing swipe. The demon's body quivered slightly, then fell to the ground, limp; it's disembodied head rolled next to it, its eyes wide with dying disbelief.

Taking out a small lighter from my pocket, I knelt down next to it, setting the tip of its hand on fire. Within seconds, it was engulfed in black flames. I watched it burn until every inch of its body had burnt back to Hell, and then turned to the victim behind me.

She was looking at me, with a sort of awe and fear mixed together. The girl probably didn't know whether to thank me or run away screaming.

"Are you okay?" I asked her quietly, not wanting to scare her off.

She nodded, and took a step closer to me, looking down at the scorch mark on the pavement. "What was that?" Her voice shook so bad, I could barely understand what she said. I took a step back.

"It doesn't matter," I said soothingly; she took another step towards me. "What's your name?" I stepped back.

"Sarah."

"Well, Sarah, why don't I walk you home, you can go to bed and forget all about this?"

She looked perplexed. "Forget about this? I don't think I could forget that..." Suddenly, Sarah's eyes went wide, she took another step to me, and fell forward like a rock. I caught her quickly holding her up, looking at her with growing concern.

"Sarah?" I layed her down gently, and check her out quickly. She had no marks on the front of her body, but when I put her on her side to look at her back, I groaned loudly.

Four deep gashes were cut into her skin, marking down her spine. They were flowing blood and a black goo type of stuff: demon's poison.

"Oh dang it," I mumbled to myself, and was about to work on healing her when a voice interrupted me.

"Hey dirt bag, what do you think you're doin'?" The voice was deep and sounded very angry.

I looked up confusedly and raised an eyebrow when I saw two people at the other end of the alley, and advancing on me quickly.

When they got to me, they both glared at me. One was really tall and skinny, the other shorter and thicker. The shorter one was holding a handgun in his grasp and he looked like he knew how to use it. They were both really familiar for some reason, but I couldn't remember why.

"Okay, what'd you do to her?" the tall one asked.

"Nothing," I said simply. "I was trying to help her."

"Oh really?" Short sounded very sarcastic.

"Yeah, look." I showed them the cuts on Sarah's back.

Tall was suddenly very concerned. He knelt down next to me, his brownish hair falling into his eyes.

I now remembered where I knew them from. They were famous in Heaven. "Are you Dean and Sam Winchester?"

Dean looked at me sharply. "Why do you wanna know?"

"I'm a fellow Hunter," I informed him with a shrug. It technically wasn't a lie.

Sam had already taken Sarah out of my hold and was checking her wounds carefully, pulling medical supplies out of a backpack he had been carrying.

"Can you prove it?" Dean asked roughly.

"Well, if I was some sort of monster or demon," I began, "Wouldn't I have already attacked you, and if I had cut her then I would have blood on my hands, right? Plus, there's that scorch mark of where I burnt the vampire thing, though it didn't really look like your run-of-the-mill vampire if you ask me."

I stood up, dusted my hands off on my jeans, and looked across Sam- who was tending to Sarah- at Dean. He sighed, and slitted his eyes at me, obviously trying to see if he could trust me.

"Yeah, I guess. But still, I'm not really the trusting type."

"Then throw salt at me or something; give it a test."

"Not here; come on Dean, we'll do it back at the hotel where I can help this girl and then we can test him or whatever," Sam said calmly.

I raised an eyebrow at Dean and smiled. "Sounds good to me. Where are we headed?"