Dean sat at the edge of the bed, it was late afternoon, he been out all night after an exhausting hunt on his own and the hotel bed was too stiff to sleep on. One of his phone rang on the end table and he groaned, but silently wished it was Sam. It wasn't. The number wasn't one he knew. He answered it and held it to his ear.

Someone breathed deeply on the other end. "Hello, Dean Winchester? I need your help." The voice was smooth and monotone but it was obvious to him it was a young girl.

Dean frowned. "Who is this?"

"Natasha Kretz," choked the girl. "Oh my god. My brothers gone. They took him." Even as she began to panic her voice remained flat, unfaltering.

Dean was beginning to worry now. Whoever this girl was, she knew his cell phone number, his name and enough to ask him for help. He stood, grabbing his things and shrugged on his leather jacket, Lucifer's mark itching slightly on his arm. "Ok, where are you?"

"Portland." She answered quietly.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief, she was in Oregon, at least he didn't have to go across the country. "Ok, I'm in Altamont. How fast can you get to Coos Bay?"

She paused. "That's a four hour drive."

He pulled his duffel bag over his shoulder and headed to the lobby to leave the key card on the desk. "I need you to get there in three. Bring only what you need and as much money as you have. What do you drive?"

"1967 F-150 Ranger Pickup. White."

Dean nodded to the woman at the till as he set down the key and she cast him a wide smile. "Ok, there's a super eight on Bayshore. Rent a room and meet me at the Belle Bee pub on Newmark." He checked the time; it was already five. "I'll only wait until ten."

He listened to her breathing become slightly labored. "Thank you." Then the line dropped and he headed out to the impala. For a moment he wondered why he was going across Oregon to help some chick, but the way he had asked him for help, her voice struck something so familiar to him he just couldn't deny her. The drive would give him time to think.

I placed my phone on the cream colored carpet from where I sat, back against the wall eyeing the wreckage that was once the living room. The glass coffee table was shattered and on its side, the couch had been thrown across the room and strangest of all on the Persian rug my mom had loved was a dead angel.

Slowly I took a heavy breath and head upstairs to pack a bag. I emptied out my basketball bag as it was the closest thing to a duffel and shoved a pair of jeans, a couple t-shirts, underwear, and hygiene products inside. I lifted up my mattress and grabbed the packs of cigarettes I had hidden underneath, putting them in the bag. I changed out of my sweat pants into jeans and shrugged my leather jacket over my black hoodie. Quickly shoved on my combat boots and laced them to the middle of my calf. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw my wallet and the money jar beside it, I emptied all the cash from the jar into my bag and shoved my wallet in my jean pocket. It wasn't even enough for a week at best western without using plastic. Groaning I headed into moms room and unlocked the safe where she kept all her cash, I also grabbed some of her expensive jewellery in case I needed to pawn it off.

I stopped. What was I doing? Pawning off moms diamonds, but why? Because I killed someone in my living room and Nate is gone. Moms not hear anymore and I need to find out just who "C" is.

Once I finished getting all my stuff together I was surprised. The bag weighed less than it would if I were spending the night at a friends and something told me this wouldn't just be one night. I grabbed a photo of the man that could supposedly be Nate and I's father and put that in the bag too. I was near the door, ready to leave when I realized that if the angels came one, they'd come again. I turned, almost jogging to the body of the girl and yanked the stake out of her, wiping the blood off on the leg of my jeans. I checked the time on the microwave as I headed back for the door, 5:20. I had three and a half hours to get to Coos Bay, pay for a room at super 8 and get to Belle Bee's.

This was going to be a long drive.

When Dean arrived at Belle Bee's he could already see the white F-150 in the lot and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. On the drive he had realized on a few things: she had said something about her brother being taken and that whoever this girl was, he wanted to protect her and help her get him back. Dean pulled the impala into a spot beside the girl's truck and texted her.

*where are you sitting*

*table by the back door*

Her answer was fast, as if she had been waiting for him. Dean left the Impala and headed inside, as soon as he entered the run down pub he knew the tiny figure at the back was her. The walls were panelled wood and hadn't changed much since he was last here for a hunt with Sam. As he crossed the room he noticed how young she must be, nineteen at most. He sat down in front of her and she looked up wide cerulean eyes meet his.

His jaw nearly unhinged from his face. He knew those eyes. But he knew that wasn't possible.

"Dean?" she whispered, pushing her wavy brown hair from her face.

He nodded. He was utterly awestruck by how similar she was to him, full lips, strong cheek bones. But there were subtle differences; her hair was lighter, her jaw line was narrow instead of broad and even with her leather jacket over her hoodie she was tiny. Dean swallowed. "What happened? How do you know me?"

She blinked and looked down. "They took my twin brother, Nate." Her words weren't sad, they were ridden with anger and perseverance.

Dean frowned. "Who did? The Nazi's? I need more than that."

She glared up at him, azure eyes flashing. "No, smartass. Fucking angels took my brother, tried to take me too."

He leaned forward. "Are you sure?"

She pulled a silver stake from the back of her jeans, slamming it on the table. "I don't know, am I?"

Despite her bravado Dean knew she was putting up a front, or maybe she just wasn't as nervous as she had been four hours ago and the drive gave her time to keep her head straight. Whichever, this girl called him to protect her family. If there was one thing he knew, it was that. And even if was only for a while she'd make a hell of a partner.

"Ok, firecracker. I'll help."

sorry its so short but I was really stuck on this chapter. finals were a bitch so blame them for the late update and review so I don't forget about you guys.