CHAPTER 2

When I woke up, I felt disoriented. Then I realized I was in the backseat of the Impala. Dean was telling Sam about the next case.

"What's going on," I asked.

"We're going after a vampire," said Dean a little too happily. "Just like the good old days." That explained it.

"Um...before...at the motel. There was a man...?" I said wearily.

"What do you mean," asked Sam.

"Nevermind." It felt like it was a dream so I decided to believe that instead of what really happened. After all, angels weren't real. I went back to sleep.

When I woke up we were at Oktoberfest. I never liked Oktoberfest. It just seemed like an excuse for people to dress up like idiots and drink oversized mugs of beer.

"You saw the new Indiana Jones movie without me," asked Dean.

"You were in hell Dean."

"You were in HELL," I yelled a little too loudly. We looked around, no one seemed to notice. I pulled Dean away from the crowd.

"I can't believe you were in hell and i\I'm just now finding out," I said quietly.

"Ok I promise we'll catch up later. Can we please just work the case," he said.

"Fine," I said. I walked away unhappily. Based on Dean's expression when he said he'd tell me about it, I knew he wouldn't really tell me anything. I know I just started hanging out with them but I felt like that was something they should have told me. We used to be like family after all.

I noticed someone looking around suspiciously. He made eye contact with me. Lucky for me today was the day I had my machete with me. I was able to pass it off as a prop for a costume.

"Hey you guys take care of this," I told Sam and Dean, I have something I have to do."

"Be careful Des," said Sam.

I went over to the buildings he disappeared behind. There was no one around. I started to wonder if I was imagining it. I walked into the back alley to be sure nothing was going on. When I turned around a man with black eyes was looking down at me. He raised his knife and brought it down on me.

I dove out of the way before he could kill me. Apparently I wasn't quick enough because he sliced my arm. There was a deep, bloody gash across my bicep. The pain was enough to make me dizzy. I grabbed my demon knife out of my boot and just as he brought his knife down on me again I knocked the knife out of his hand and stabbed him in the chest. He fell on top of me.

I pushed him off me and tried to get up. The gash in my arm was deeper than I thought. I was losing too much blood. I got dizzy and fell to the ground. Everything was spinning. I blinked a few times in the hope that it would stop. It didn't. I was going to die in an alley at Oktoberfest. I was hoping this wasn't how my legacy would end. I always pictured a hero's death. Going down fighting an army of demons. Dean would be pissed. I wish he was here to save me. I wish anyone was here to save me.

My vision was going black around the edges. I looked up and saw the man with the trench coat from the motel. Great now I was hallucinating too. Why couldn't i just die! He pressed his fingers to my forehead.

I couldn't believe it. Everything was normal again. I wasn't dizzy and my vision was clear. I felt my arm. The gash was gone but my shirt was still a torn up, bloody mess. I was back to normal. And apparently I wasn't hallucinating. The man with the trench coat was still there.

"C-Castiel? Is that your name," I asked.

"Yes," he replied, "are you ok?"

"Fine. Why did you save me?"

"I was told to protect you," he answered.

"What do you mean?" He was already gone.

I went back to the festival and blended with the crowd as if nothing had ever happened.

I couldn't understand why Castiel was pissing me off so much. I had seen him twice for like one minute. I didn't even know him. He had saved my life. I should be grateful. Instead all I could think about was why he thought he was so much better than me. It wouldn't kill him to answer one freaking question. That was probably how all angels were. I needed to find Sam and Dean. Maybe they would help me hunt him.

It was nightfall when i found them. They both looked like they had been beaten. And as usual, Dean was kissing some girl.

"Des! There you are," exclaimed Dean.

"And there you guys are. What happened to you," I asked.

"Fought a shifter," replied Sam, "What happened to you?"

"Fought a demon."

"There's not a scratch on you. Where did the blood come from," asked Dean.

I decided not to tell him. I was going to take care of Castiel on my own.

"It's the demon's," I replied, "I'm hungry. Let's get some food."

"I knew there was a reason I liked you," said Dean.