The rain was drowning the residents of Camp Chitaqwa. "For fuck's sake! Do you think it could rain any harder?" Dean's uproar could be heard for miles.

"Yes, I suppose it could," muttered the ever-comforting Castiel, his pupils dilated from the vast array of amphetamines pumping through his system.

"Thanks for that, Captain Obvious."

"You asked," he snorted, taking another swig of booze.

"Put that down," Dean snapped, swatting the bottle out of his hand.

"Addict. Anyways, why's it raining this hard anyways? It's July. You can't tell me that's natural."

"Freak storm, I guess."

"Thanks for the valuable insight."

"No problem."

They heard a cry for help in the distance, from what sounded like a young woman. "What was that?" Dean's head raised, suddenly alert.

"A trap, probably."

"I didn't ask for your opinion," Dean barked, pulling out his trusty pistol. He began heading towards the screams. A chainsaw rumbled in the distance.

Cas stumbled after him, grumbling warnings about how something was wrong and they should just go back. Dean, being used to his drug-induced paranoia, ignored the former angel and moved on. After a minute of sprinting through the mud, he spotted a girl - no more than 18 years old, but no less than 15. She had darker skin and copper eyes, which were filled with horror. She was surrounded by Croats, a chainsaw being her only barrier between the two parties. Dean shot down two of the Croats, distracting the group. The girl sawed through four others, leaving three more for Dean.

The girl stopped the saw and fell to her knees. "Thanks for that," she breathed, her lungs struggling to find air. "I thought no one could hear me. I was almost out of gas." Dean pulled out a flask of holy water and splashed her with it.

"Just making sure." The girl nodded. "No problem. Did they bite you at all? Any physical contact?"

"No, I'm good. Luckily they're still afraid of chainsaws." She gave a weak smile.

Dean grabbed her hand and pulled her up off the ground. "We'd better get going quick. This place is Croat Metropolis." The three of them began their hike back to camp. "So why the hell were you there? You should know to stay out of town. It's dangerous."

"Yeah well, unfortunately I'm human and I require supplies."

Cas had his eyes narrowed and he was looking over the newcomer with a cold gaze.

"What's with grumpy over there?"

"His Xanax is probably wearing off." Cas flinched and looked down at his feet. Why does Dean have to ridicule me constantly? He thought to himself. A voice whispered in the back of his mind, Don't bother telling him, he won't believe you. Cas looked over to see the girl looking him in the eyes. "So what's your name?"

"Téras."

"An interesting name. Where did you come by it?"

"My father gave it to me. It means 'light of the sun'."

"Right." Cas could feel Téras's gaze burning into the side of his head.

They reached a safe distance from the city. Dean pulled out his gun and aimed it straight at her head. "Alright play-time's over. What are you?"