Chapter 1

Several Years Earlier…

There was a slight echo to the flip of a light switch as she walked into the room. It was all her own, the walls covered in red and blue handprints, signatures of visiting friends and family, anything her imagination conjured up within the past week of moving. Audrey went to the dresser on the opposite side of the doorway into her bedroom, and looked in the mirror with a hand buried in her hair.

"It's so humid," she muttered to herself, trying to push down the frizz of her bark brown hair. She looked amongst the chaos that was the surface of her dresser, and plucked a black hair tie from under the clutter of folded clothes. Tying the mess of hair into a ponytail, the shorter cut bangs fell in front of her face.

After pushing them aside, she maneuvered around her bed and reached for the laptop that made it's home next to her bed, on the floor. Before she could even open it, the blaring news broadcast from the first level of the house caught her attention.

"Audrey, come look at this!" Her mother called from the room below. Audrey trotted down the staircase, and stood next to her mother in front of the large television. "It's unbelievable."

"Hundreds of witnesses have reported in that the largest meteor shower within the last generation is happening at this very moment. Several theories have been presented, but no physical evidence of actual space rocks have been found as of yet; more details will be available soon," the reported said.

Knowing that shooting stars without any rocks made no sense whatsoever, Audrey knew better than to just take the report for it's word; the media was, usually, never really right. She walked to the closed curtains of the new home, and pulled them apart without her mother paying any attention. Her mouth dropped open. "Mom…" She ran as fast as she could to the front door, not caring about the recently drenched lawn dirtying her bare feet.

Her mother followed shorty after, and the two of them watched the hundreds of flares in the sky. The two stood in awe of the celestial show that was being put on for them, and watched as each spark slowly made it's way closer to the Earth before dying out. They had stood outside for hours, watching the shower instead of unpacking the few things they had left from their previous home. Audrey couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't supposed to be happening. I would think everyone would've known this big of a meteor shower was gonna come around. She shrugged it off, and just watched, tapping her tingling fingertips together, trying to stimulate them for the time being.

Little did they know that the very show they watched appear and disappear in the sky was the beginning of the end.

Present Day…

The lights were turned down, and the glow of seventeen candles on a cake covered Audrey's face. She sat in the wooden chair, shifting awkwardly as she tried to decide how to look, and what to do with the time of her family singing "Happy Birthday" to her. Eventually, the song ended and she blew out the candles.

"What did you wish for?" A smaller cousin asked, her eyes gleaming with innocence. Audrey smiled at her.

"I can't tell, or else it won't come true," she replied. In all honesty, she didn't make a wish. She never saw the point of asking an unknown, and almost certainly made up, source of power for something that wouldn't really matter in the long run. Audrey stood up, excusing herself to use the bathroom. Conveniently for her, it was located on the whole other side of the house. She locked the door, and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her hair had lightened over the years, and her skin had taken on a slightly darker hue of olive since she had moved to Guymon, Oklahoma. The stale lighting of several make up lights on the top of the mirror, and a smaller overhead light above her made Audrey's eyes look a dusty blue. Her fingers had started to tingle again, so she had started rubbing her fingertips together.

"This is so weird," she muttered. Ever since I moved in here they've been doing this, she thought. Shrugging it off, Audrey turned her attention back to the mirror. Turning her face one way, then to the other, she huffed. "I should've put on makeup. Whatever." Audrey sighed, throwing her hands into the air. She popped out a few black heads that seemed obvious to her harsh self, then joined the party again. However, everyone had fallen silent when she opened the door.

She made her way, cautiously, out of the bathroom and across the house. Knowing that her family loved to take advantage of her scaring easily, she had her arms tucked up against her chest, the over sized UCLA sweatshirt comforting her.

"This isn't funny, guys." Audrey said. Her voice slightly echoed throughout the house. Once she reached the dining room, her stomach turned. "Where the hell are they?" She asked herself. Everyone had left. Checking the bay window facing the driveway, she counted the number of cars. "Okaay, so they're all still here. Well, I guess it isn't too hard to hide like, twelve people in this house," she reassured herself. When she turned around, her heart stopped.

"Audrey Bailer," the man said with a gruff voice. Audrey backed up against the window, trying to get as much space between her and this freak as possible.

"Who are you? How the fuck did you get into my house?" Audrey screamed at him. She watched as he took a step closer, her hand wrapped around a ceramic decoration that sat behind her.

"I am not going to hurt you," he said. He pulled a side of his trench coat open slightly, and pulled a small leather wallet, opening it up, and showed an FBI badge and ID. Audrey stood there stunned, not sure on whether to treat this guy like a confused escaped mental patient or a dangerous criminal. "I am apart of the Federal Bureau of Investigation."

"How did you get into my house?" Audrey asked again. "I may only be five and a half feet tall but I'll kick your ass if you don't get out now!" The man took another step forward, but a softer one. By pure instinct, Audrey screamed at the top of her lungs, and hit the man over the head with the ceramic angel. He didn't even flinch. Audrey stood frozen on the spot.

"This isn't going to work." The man said to himself. He grabbed her wrist, and Audrey screamed again. She started to flail her arm, muscles tense and eyes shut tight, trying to get away from the man, but slammed her hand against a cement wall that wasn't there before.

"Fucker!" Audrey yelled, holding her throbbing hand close to her chest. She opened her eyes, and almost fainted right there. She wasn't in her house anymore, but somewhere in the woods. Before she could make sense of her surroundings, she was being led into a bunker of some kind, down a spiral stair case and into some kind of library. There had to be at least seven rows, filled to the brims, of books, old and new. In the aisle between the bookshelves were tables with old fashioned lamps, numerous books opened and notepads with scribbles written on them at each station. She turned around, trying to find a way out, and darted back to the staircase. Before she could even take a step, the man with the trench coat grabbed her arms and held her still, turning her around.

"Audrey, I need you to calm down," the man said. She looked at him, panicked and tears streaming down her face. His face looked stern, vibrant blue eyes staring right back into hers. He looked around, almost for backup. Her head turned to the stairs as his own did, attracted to the sounds of footsteps on metal.

"I thought you said you would be cool about this Cas," the other man said sullenly. He was several inches taller than the first man, which made him almost a foot taller than Audrey. He kind of reminded her of a lumberjack with the plaid shirt and choice of jeans, but with longer hair.

"I tried using the badge, Sam, but she overreacted." The man, addressed as Cas, said.

"Overreacted? You broke into my house by, God, I don't even know how, and just grabbed at me!" Audrey yelled. "You're lucky I didn't have a damn fireplace poker in my hand!" Before her anger could get the better of her, and maybe even into a fight, she started sobbing.

"Uh, Cas, sit her down for a minute." Sam said. Cas led Audrey over to a cleared table, sitting her down gently. She brought her feet to the seat of the chair, hugged her knees close to her chest, and sobbed.

"What do you want with me?" She managed to get out between cries. "I-I'm no one import-tant." Cas opened his mouth to say something, but Sam beat him to it.

"Just calm down, and we'll tell you everything, alright?" Sam asked, putting his hands on her shoulders. She glared at him, eyes bloodshot and watery. Quickly after, Audrey started to hold in the tears and dropped her feet to the ground.

"What do you want with me," she demanded, all emotion gone from her face, besides anger. Sam pulled a chair up from the side of the room, and sat in front of her while Cas simply stood where he had been.

"This is going to sound really weird and crazy," Sam started.

"Anything will when you hide a girl's family, kidnap her, and sit her down for a family discussion." Audrey said. Sam looked at Cas, and he shrugged.

Sam had started talking, but Audrey blocked it all out. She really couldn't care less why she was there, but was thinking of ways to break out. Her eyes wandered around the room, and landed on the artifacts that rested on the bookshelves: swords, bits and pieces of cloth, even dead… something-or-others in Plexiglas cases. Audrey jumped a mile out of her skin when she heard metal bangs coming from somewhere in the bunker, then muffled yelling and laughter.

"What the hell was that?" She asked, her hands shaking. The pins-and-needle sensations had moved from her fingertips to throughout her hands at this point, and slowly making their way up her arms. She looked at Sam and Cas for answers.

Cas was simply watching Sam, looking worried out of his mind. Sam, on the other hand, looked totally dysfunctional. It was as if he was ready to have a mental break down right then and there.

"Sam, maybe you should go." Cas said, grimly. Sam simply got up, and left the bunker, slamming the door behind him. Audrey flinched when the door slammed, and looked at Cas.

"What the hell is going on?" Audrey asked, fear creeping into her mind. Cas looked at her, a combination of fear and sadness in his crystal blue eyes.

Audrey had been sitting in this bunker, for what seemed like hours, with a self-proclaimed, "Angel of the Lord," listening to how these two brothers stopped an apocalypse, several times apparently, and about what had happened to Sam's older brother, Dean. She sat with her hands clenched together, staring at the angel.

"Do you understand the gravity of the situation?" Cas asked, his voice having a shred of hopelessness quiver in it.

"Okay," she started. "Let's assume that the three of you aren't psychopaths with self-identity problems, and that everything you just told me is true: monsters, ghosts, everything, 'Castiel'. You still didn't explain why you kidnapped me, and make my whole family disappear."

"Audrey, you have something very special growing within you; you have for years." Cas said. Audrey raised an eyebrow in confusion. "The very energy that gives angels their powers is called grace. I have my own, as do all my brothers and sisters. You, for some reason, have small amounts of grace in your soul."

"Okay, yeah, you're nuts!" Audrey said as she threw her hands into the air.

"You think those tingles in your arms and hands are just shakes from being over tired or nervous? Why do you think, whenever you got hurt or sick, your body was healed in a miraculously short amount of time?" Audrey actually listened to Cas intently, thinking about what he said. I mean, the tingling is weird, she thought. And I always got better much quicker than doctors said I would. She shook her head, dismissing it.

"Obviously I have some sort of disorder that no one cares to discover. Look, if you don't bring me home right now I'll find my own way out and call the cops on your asses," she said. Cas sighed, and nodded.

"I understand your concern, and I'll bring you back. But, if you realize how important your part in this, simply pray-"

"I'm not praying to what doesn't really exist." Audrey said harshly. Cas almost flinched, but relaxed rather quickly. Audrey had never really been the religious, God-worshiping sort. She was always a hard evidence kind of thinker. Without any evidence of a god, or angels for that matter, she didn't believe in them.

Cas put a hand on her shoulder, and in a blink of an eye, Audrey was back in her bathroom. She was a bit dizzy, but she could hear the muffled chatting of her family outside the bathroom door. Audrey darted to the kitchen, and looked at the clock: a half hour had passed. Her mother walked up to her, and put a hand on her forehead.

"Mom?" Audrey asked, her voice quivering.

"Sweetheart, you're on fire!" Her mother exclaimed. "Were you getting sick in the bathroom? You're as pale as a ghost, and really sweaty, hon. Go lay down for an hour or two, it'll help you feel better."

"Um, okay Mom." Audrey said, walking to the staircase.

What on Earth happened? Audrey thought to herself. Once she got to her bedroom, Audrey looked out her bay window and into the mosaic that was the setting sun. She thought about what had just happened to her. Maybe I passed out, maybe I'm just really sick. She thought. Audrey didn't bother getting into her pajamas, and under her covers. She quickly fell asleep, trying to forget what she had just gone through.

Three days later, Audrey was back in school. Her small, close knit group of friends had taken her to dinner the night after her party and celebrated at a friend's house afterwards. She didn't tell anyone about the little episode she had, which was burned into her mind as some kind of hallucination due to a fever.

However, ever since she had "met" the angel named Castiel, the tingling in her hands and arms had gotten worse, and more prominent. They started to feel like warmth in her palms reaching all the way up her arms and down her shoulders and back. She simply ignored it, thinking it would go away eventually like it always did.

After the second bell of the day had rung, it was the end of her first period class. Audrey made her own way to her locker, exchanging one textbook for another, a notebook for a binder. Before she could get the rest of her supplies needed, her locker slammed shut from behind. She sighed, and turned around to face the boy that plagued her existence. The masses of students in the hall started to quiet down after realizing what was happening.

"What the hell, Angela?" Audrey asked, holding the books she already grabbed to her side with an arm. "Don't you have a class to get to?"

"We have like, five minutes. Besides, I needed a pick me up, and making your life harder does just the job!" Angela giggled, sneering at Audrey in the process. As her anger boiled, Angela felt the tingles and warmth in her hands get worse; it started to actually sting her skin from the inside out.

"Ya know, all you are is an empty shell of a girl with a terrible self-worth, and I pity you that you feel the need to make others feel small just to make yourself feel better." Audrey said. A few gasps and small looks of disbelief spotted the crowd. Angela's smirk melted off her face.

"At least I'm not a bastard child, right hon?" Audrey threw her books to the ground, the stinging heat getting hotter. The plastic on her binder was slightly misshaped in the form of her curved fingers. Audrey pushed Angela into the wall of lockers.

"I'm not a bastard!" Audrey yelled, her face two inches from Angela's own. "My dad lives in fucking Oregon; it's not my fault they spilt up, you bitch!" Angela smiled maliciously at Audrey.

"How do you know that?" That was the last straw for Audrey. She quickly lifted a fist, and aimed for Angela's face. For some reason, her fist opened when she got closer to Angela's head. Angela was able to get out of the hold at the last second, and Audrey ended up slapping her open hand on the lockers in front of her.

A bright whitish-blue light engulfed her hand, and almost blinded the students surrounding the fight. When it had diminished, a scotch mark outlining her hand was left on the lockers. Parts of the metal where her hand was placed had melted to where it was malleable.

When Audrey had realized what she did, she turned to the groups of kids behind her. All at once, they screamed and ran to the nearest classroom for cover. She looked at her hands, the tingling still there. Her mind immediately went back to, what she thought was a dream, the conversation she had with the "angel". Audrey started to breathe quickly, trying to look for a way out of the school. She heard numerous 911 calls being made from inside classrooms.

"I don't have time to run." She muttered to herself. Alright, Castiel, you win. Audrey prayed in her head.

Without a second thought, a faint sound of fluttering feathers was heard from behind her. She turned, and saw the man in the trench coat again. Without a single word, Cas grabbed her arm, and in a second, they were back in the bunker.

"You brought her back?" Sam said, walking in from a hallway leading out of the library.

"No questions about what just happened," Audrey said grimly. "Just tell me what the hell I am, and what I need to do to be normal again."

Author's Note: Okay, so I know this is kinda late to be starting a story having to do with Demon!Dean, with the season premier in like, two or so weeks. Whatever. I'll either try to conform to what goes on in the actual show, or I'll do my own thing (most likely the ladder). Hopefully I can get a chapter out every two weeks or so, considering the amount of school work I have in incredibly higher than what I've had the past three years of high school. Review for me, guys! You're what decides on if this continues or not! Don't be shy, I love the feedback :)

Remember, Read, Review, and Enjoy!

~ Nicole