In a barn in the middle of Nowhere, South Dakota, the Winchesters had just completed a hunt with their good friend Bobby Singer. Sam and Dean were continuing their usual antics and arguing about where they should go to celebrate. The conversation evolved into who nailed the last demon and whether or not Sam should exorcise the demons that they managed to capture with his Superman powers. 'Yeah...' thought Bobby as he chuckled when Dean bitch-slapped Sam. 'Just another day in the life.'

"I still have yet to understand..." said Castiel after a gust of wind brought him into the room. "Why they insist on showing their affection for each other through, what appears to be less than affectionate, physical contact."

After Bobby finished swearing and cussing from the shock of Castiel's sudden appearance, Dean narrowed his eyes at the rumpled angel and said, "Do you guys have a need to scare the living hell out of people when you're in the same room with them?"

Castiel looked at Dean and cocked his head slightly. "If you have any part of Hell living in you, Dean, then I should attempt to scare it out of you."

"No, I mean..." Dean said but was cut off by Sam.

"It's just an expression, Cass," said Sam after he punched Dean's shoulder.

"So," said Bobby as he turned to face Castiel, "You're the infamous Castiel. I'm Bobby Singer."

Bobby held out his hand to give a firm handshake. Castiel looked down at Bobby's hand and raised an eyebrow. It took him a minute, but he remembered human traditions and took Bobby's hand.

"Well, you boys have obviously put Cass here in a bad light. Seems his manners are just fine."

"Yeah, you keep on saying that when he's standing over you in the middle of the night just staring at you like a little kid who wants to go to the bathroom," said Dean.

"What's up, Cass?" asked Sam as he choked back laughter.

After staring at Dean for a few moments, Castiel looked at Sam and said, "I am here to take the demons you captured to my superiors."

"What?" they all said at once.

"I do not know why. All that I know is that they are supposedly very valuable."

"And, please tell me why we should let you do that?" asked Sam.

Castiel walked towards Sam and stood in front of him. "I did not come here to ask for your permission, Sam."

Before any of them could object, Castiel started towards the five demons that were in the Devil's Trap. They all started to cower in fear; they had quickly realized who Castiel was and what that could mean for them. They could feel Heaven's presence like heat radiating from an unseen source. As he extended his arm to touch the demons, he froze. Someone was coming. Someone very powerful. He couldn't tell if it was a demon or an angel, but before he could find out, Dean interrupted his thoughts.

"What?" asked Dean.

Castiel turned his face toward Dean so he could be heard better. "Someone's coming. Considering the...problems you three have been having with visitors lately, I suggest you hide. I will attempt to mask your presence."

Without any hesitation, the Winchesters and Bobby looked around the room to find a suitable hiding place. Sam motioned them over to where there were several barrels piled on top of one another. The moment they got behind the barrels, the doors to the barn swung open with such force that the wood was splintered. The doors were flung away from their hinges. The humans covered their faces out of instinct, but Castiel didn't budge.

Thunder roared outside and lightning hit the ground. Sam and Dean did a double take when the women, no older than 30, appeared. A totally new definition of beautiful walked into the barn. Her hair was a bright, flaming red and was short with an abundance of curls. Dean instantly loved her outfit, although her shoes caught him off guard: She was wearing torn up jeans, black tank top with a graphic of metal horns, sunglasses and a black leather trench coat. But the shoes! He would have never pictured worn neon blue Converse tennis shoes.

As she chewed her gum, Castiel looked at her with a sort of bewilderment. She gave him a cocky smile and said, "You know...I've never liked the way you've done things. Too clean."

Castiel raised an eyebrow and was about to say something, but wasn't given the chance. She circled Castiel and then walked towards the demons. The older angel stood there for a minute, but then turned to face her, "Can I help you with something?"

Ignoring him, she raised one of the demon's heads to look in their eyes. As she sighed, she said, "Nope. Not you." She raised her hand and exorcised one of the demons.

"Excuse me," said Castiel when he walked over to stop her from exorcising any more of them.

"Nuh-uh. Sorry," she said to the second demon before she exorcised it.

"I n..."

"Great, not you either," she said.

Castiel couldn't take it anymore; once in control, now subordinate. This woman was completely ignoring him, totally disregarding his presence. "Can you stop, please?" he asked.

The mystery woman sighed. When she let go of the last demon, she rose her hand towards Castiel's direction and flicked it. Castiel was about to say that he was on a mission from God, and that he needed these demons for questioning...but, for some reason, only a tiny squeak came out of his mouth.

She smiled and said, "That's better."

He gripped his throat and tried to say something else, but nothing came out. And, before anyone knew it, all of the demons were exorcised and gone. She threw up her hands in frustration and started to look around for any other people. Dean managed to get Castiel's attention and mouthed, 'Who the hell is she?!'

Castiel tried to say something, but once again couldn't. All that he could do was shrug at Dean.

"Futuo-merda!" exclaimed the mystery woman.

Sam, Dean, and Bobby had no idea what this mystery woman said...but Castiel did. His eyes grew large and Dean wondered if you could see galaxies within them. He was about to scold her for using God's language for such profanity, but he couldn't. Only a squeak came out.

"Okay, I'm looking for a man. A man who is being possessed by a demon. And that demon is a demon that I need to interrogate. You may know this man. He's a good friend of the Winchesters. He goes by the name of Bobby Singer. You seen him recently?"

Castiel's jaw lowered slightly and he started to try to talk again, but only a squeak came out. He glanced over at the Winchesters, and they were starring at Bobby. Bobby's face insisted that he wasn't possessed, but could that be a guarantee?