Hey guys! So, this is my first ever published fanfiction (Woo!) ! So things might go slow but stay with me! This story starts with Sam and Dean in a diner in Colorado (maybe? I dunno). And in pops one of my characters, Eden. Eden's character will be explained, but I can tell you now that she's an angel of sorts. And I apologize now, I tried my hardest to keep the characters in character.

Alright, I'll stop talking now!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Sam, Dean, Castiel (etc.). Though I wish I did!

"Alright," Sam said, his hands poised over his keyboard, while Dean's face was being stuffed with a burger. "So, this guy, Andrew Dolley, was found in his home, splattered across the walls. He was found by his wife when she came home a few hours later. Nothing was left of the man."

"What are police saying happened?" Dean asked, his mouth full.

"Uh, wild animal attack. But there were no signs of a forced entry nor any signs of a struggle."

"So, what? Demonic or spiritual possession gone wrong?"

"You boys really don't like minding your own business, do you?" I asked, appearing next to Sam, on his side of the booth. The boys jumped slightly but quickly recovered, seeming as if they were used to people scaring them.

"Who are you?" Dean asked gruffly.

I turned my attention to him. "I'm an angel of the lord, if you so wish to know."

"Got a name?" Dean asked.

I looked at him confused. "Of course I do. Every angel was given a name. If you're asking what my name is, then I'm afraid I'm going to have to give a rain check. Names are not to be discussed at this point in time."

Dean's eyebrows were raised, as if I'd just made a complete fool of myself. "Right," he drew out.

"Why are you here? Is something going on?" Sam asked, turning to me.

I turned to him, my eyes boring into his. "I need you boys to be at your motel room tomorrow morning at 7:30. Be ready to leave." My voice turned from commanding to threatening. "If you are not there, Sam, or if someone else besides you two is, then I will be forced to take action against you. Is that understood?"

I didn't wait for an answer. I teleported myself to Mercy Children's Hospital in Northern New Jersey.

I had to pay a certain Winchester a visit.

I know, it's short! Sorry! What'd you think? Did I do well? I'll try to get another chapter posted soon!

If anyone has any suggestions in ways they wish this story could go, I'll gladly take a look at them!

Thanks!