Cas was surrounded by dogs. Miserable dogs. They were running, no- not running, chasing, as they had been for as long as they could remember. Someone was yelling at him.
They were angry. Why were they angry? What had he done?
Confused by the noise, the emotions, and the conflict- Cas didn't like conflict- he zapped (as Dean had termed it) off what appeared to be a track and into the crowd that surrounded it.
He appeared in front of a young girl, no- a teenager judging by her vocabulary. "Bloody hell!" she exclaimed, "Where the fuck did you come from?"
Cas tilted his head, studying the girl.
She was wearing a loose fitting tee with a rather inappropriate quote scrawled across the front, faded denim shorts that (in Cas' opinion) showed way too much leg, dirty thongs that where emblazoned with a Billabong logo and a blue bandanna tied in her brown hair.
Though the angel didn't sweat, he could feel the heat in the air, and was pretty sure of the answer to his coming question.
"I was in Northern Indiana State Hospital, but Dean had to banish me because the angels where going to take the prophet. I believe his name is Kevin. Where am I now?"
She raised her eyebrows and muttering something that sounded a lot like "And that kids, is why we don't do drugs." under her breath, before answering. "Perth, WA."
Cas nodded.
"Thank you. Also, if it's not too inconvenient can I borrow your phone? I need to call Meg, so I can find Sam and Dean."
She narrowed her stormy eyes suspiciously, "Alright- but mate if you even think about nicking it I'll set the dogs on you, and as you can see," she pauses, gesturing to their surroundings, "There's quite a few out here."
She then reaches into her back pocket and hands over a badly smashed iPhone.
"Also, keep it short. I don't want you chewing up my credit on long distance calls." Cas takes the proffered phone, quickly typing in Meg's number that he may or may not have memorised.
She picked up on the third ring, "Meg?" he questions. "Yeah, yeah Castiel. It's me."
Cas can hear Dean talking in the background, "Shut up." Meg says irritably.
Not wanting Meg annoyed at him Cas replies "I'll stop speaking."
"No. No, Cas. You talk."
"I'm in a place called Perth," Cas says glancing at the girl for confirmation, she nods.
"Perth?" asks Meg confused, "Yes, and I'm surrounded by unhappy dogs."
"What dogs?" Meg says still confused, Cas hears her relay all he's said to Dean.
"They're chasing a rabbit around…" he trails off not sure what else to tell Meg.
"You're on a dog track, you were just in the middle of a greyhound race." The girl tells him.
Cas smiles at her as Meg continues. "Oh. Okay." Her voice becomes slightly muffled, "He's at a dog track in Perth." She adds to the others.
"I'm surrounded by large unhappy dogs." Cas adds trying to clarify.
"Greyhounds!" Yells the girl, "They're called greyhounds." She rolls her eyes at him. "Yeah, they're unhappy 'cause the rabbit's fake. Wait, who's that?" Meg asks suspiciously.
"Oh that's…" Cas turns to the girl who's phone he's using. "Um, excuse me what's your name?" "Bindi Irwin." She replies rolling her eyes, again.
Cas turns away a second time, "She says her name is Bindi Irwin."
"Cas, she's lying." Meg says, using a slow, condescending tone.
"How can you tell?" Asks Cas, curiously.
"I just can. Listen, we're on highway 94, north of St. Cloud, Minnesota, just passing mile marker 79." Cas nods, "Okay, I'll be there soon." "Alright, don't take too long."
Cas hangs up and turns back to the girl, "Here's your phone back."
"Thanks," she says pocketing it, "You know for a meth head, you're not half bad."
Cas cocks his head, "I'm not a meth head."
"Course not, mate." The girl replies winking at him. "Alright, well the race just finished, and dad wants me home soon. So, it was nice meeting you."
She turned back towards the track, puts her fingers in her mouth and whistles piercingly.
A large greyhound ran up to, sitting at her ankles, but unlike the other dogs it didn't just think in ovals and wasn't completely miserable.
Cas studied the animal, it seemed almost- human in the way that it held his gaze and it's thoughts were much too complex for a dog.
"Your dog, I don't think it's a dog."
The girl cocked an eyebrow at him, "Your quiet perceptive for a meth head."
Cas looked up at the girl, surprised.
"Don't worry, mate. Churchill and I have an agreement, he wins races and is generally awesome, and I feed him and give him a place to stay."
Cas cocks his head once more, "Churchill?" The girl shrugs, "An intelligent name for an intelligent dog."
The girl turns to leave, "Wait!" Cas calls, "What's your real name?"
She pauses considering whether to answer him or not.
"Ella. Ella Campbell."
She says before walking away and being lost in the crowd.

Authors note:
Hi guys!
So this is the first fic I've ever published- so be gentle.
I doubt many people are going to read this- but if you do, please tell me what you think.
I have some ideas about other chapters if you guys want it to be longer.
Also, as I am Australian don't take offense to any stereo typing. The characters kinda based on me, so I'm not trying to be offensive or stereotypical.

Thanks for reading.