Hello everyone! Here's the next chapter. Yes, I know. That was a quick update. But you're lucky this time.

This chapter takes place during Season 2 or 3, but before "Fresh Blood."

Anyways, please enjoy.

Dean and Sam walked back to the Impala after another successful hunt.

"I still can't believe it was the maid." Dean remarked.

"I still can't believe it wasn't the mother." Sam replied.

Dean chuckled as he pulled out the keys to the Impala. He looked up at the car.

He saw someone sitting in the backseat again.

"What the hell?" He run up to the car.

This time, the person looked clearer. It was a woman dressed in white with a cell phone in one hand and a coffee cup in the other. She was looking down at the cell phone, some of her golden brown hair falling into her face.

Sam was running up behind Dean, getting a clear view of what the woman looked like.

"Hey!" Dean yelled.

The woman jumped in her seat, looking at Dean. Her green eyes looked mortified.

As soon as Dean put a hand on the car to look through the open window, the woman had disappeared.

"It happened again!" Dean turned to Sam. "Did you see her?" He asked.

Sam nodded slowly. "She's the woman in white from my dream."

"Are you sure?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded again.

"So I'm not going crazy." Dean was slightly relieved.

"But what can appear in dreams and have a corporeal body?" Sam asked.

"Beats me." Dean replied.

Sam looked in the backseat where the woman was sitting. He picked something up and held it up so Dean could see. "But she left a message."

"A message? With a coffee cup?" Dean sounded skeptical. "Is it the message from your dream? Or just a hint?"

"I think just a hint." Sam pondered.

Dean took the empty cup and spun it around in his hands. "Logo look familiar?" He asked Sam, a little smirk on his face.

Dean held the cup up for Sam to see. Right at eye level behind the cup was a coffee shop, with the exact same logo that was on the cup.

"Come on." Dean crossed the street to get to the coffee shop, without waiting for Sam. Sam jogged to catch up with Dean, but stayed at the entrance to the shop.

Dean walked into the coffee shop and towards the barista.

The barista looked up at Dean. "How can I help you?" He asked.

"Hey." Dean took a breath. "I was supposed to meet a girl here. A blind date. I don't know her name. We met online." Dean added in a smile. "I was supposed to come here 30 minutes ago but I got caught at work. Do you think you've seen her? She has like golden blond hair and green eyes. She said she was wearing white." Dean asked.

The barista thought for a moment. "Caramel macchiato. Yes, she was here." He paused. "She said her name was Angelica so I could call her when her order was ready, in case you were wondering." He paused again. "I think that's her waiting in her car." The barista pointed to the Impala.

"Hey, thanks man." Dean ran out of the shop before the barita could reply. He kept his eye on the woman sitting in the back seat of the Impala.

"Sam!" Dean got his brother's attention and pointed to the back seat.

Within the few seconds that it took Sam to peer into the window on one side and for Dean to look through the window on the other side, the woman was gone.

"Did you get a name?" Sam asked Dean through the window.

"Angelica, but it's probably fake." Dean shook his head.

Sam paused. "Should we get going?"

Dean sighed angrily. "Yeah, let's go."

Dean got into the driver's seat and Sam got into the passenger seat. Dean started the engine and the two brothers were on their way.

Night had fallen on the long stretch of road, and the Impala was the only car for miles.

"Angelica." Sam thought out loud. "Why Angelica as a name?"

Dean glanced at Sam and then back at the road. "Another hint?" Dean offered.

"Maybe." Sam sighed, rubbing a temple.

Dean pursed his lips in annoyance.

Sam snapped up straight. "Angel." He announced.

"What?" Dean looked at his brother.

"Angelica. Starts with 'Angel'. It makes sense." Sam reasoned.

"Whoa, whoa. So you're saying that this woman we keep seeing is an angel?" Dean asked, confused and skeptical.

"It's the only reasonable explanation." Sam replied calmly.

"Since when are angels real?" Dean asked.

"Well," Sam paused to think, "if there's all this bad stuff, there's gotta be good stuff, right?"

"I guess." Dean paused. "But I don't like the sounds of it." Dean squirmed a bit in his seat. "Being stalked by an angel doesn't sound like a good thing." Dean voice got a little louder by each word.

"I'm sure it's fine." Sam tried to calm his brother down.

"But we don't know, do we?" Dean almost yelled out.

"Dean!" Sam raised his voice. "Trust me. In my dream, she wasn't threatening me or you, she just wanted to tell us something."

Dean huffed and look forward.

He looked up into the rearview mirror. He saw the woman.

"Sam." He practically whispered. "I see her in the rearview." Dean didn't even blink.

Sam turned around in his seat to see the woman.

This time she stayed where she was. She was in the middle seat, still dressed in white. She had a white dress on, fitted perfectly to her. It was slightly low cut with spaghetti straps. It was tight around her waist and flared out around her hips. Delicate lace littered the fabric.

The mysterious woman held up a finger to her lips.

Then, she disappeared. Right before the Winchester brothers' unblinking eyes, she disappeared.

Sam turned back to face front, disappointed.

"Was she shushing us?" Dean asked, a little pissed off.

"No, I don't think so." Sam replied.

"Does she want us to keep a secret?" Dean offered.

Sam slowly put the pieces together. "That's it. It's a secret message. It has to be."

"So you're saying," Dean started, "that an angel is going to give a secret message?"

"That's what it looks like." Sam shrugged.

"That's a little creepy, man." Dean paused. "You better be right." Dean sighed, pressing on the gas a little harder.

The sun was already coming up by the time the fire fizzled out. The bones had been salted, and the spirit was at rest.

The two Winchesters walked back to the Impala and threw their shovels into the trunk. Dean walked walking to the driver's seat, and Sam walked towards the passenger seat.

"Sam…" Dean started, a little nervous, "I see her again."

Sam rushed back around the end of the car and looked into the window with Dean.

"She's… texting?" Sam was confused.

Dean tentatively knocked on the window with a knuckle.

The woman didn't look up from her phone, only held up a finger.

Dean huffed and rolled his eyes. "Put on hold by an angel."

"Dean, relax. At least she hasn't disappeared yet." Sam tried to calm his brother down.

Dean looked back at the woman. She slowly turned to face the window.

Her facial features were visible now. She was an image of perfection.

A moment of dead silence passed.

The woman waved, a small smile played on her lips.

Dean waved back, unsure of what to do.

"Can you roll down the window?" Sam asked.

The woman shook her head.

"Can you tell us why you're here?" Dean asked.

She shook her head again.

"Are you an angel?" Dean asked.

She nodded.

"Can you talk?" Dean asked, a little skeptical of what was happening.

She held up a finger and pulled a notebook out from under the folds of her dress, as well as a pen. She wrote something and then held it up to the window for the two to see.

"It is dangerous for me to speak out loud." Dean repeated.

"What's your name?" Sam asked.

The woman flipped the page over and wrote on a fresh page. She held up the notebook.

"Ambriel?" Sam looked at the letters on the page.

The woman immediately put a finger to her lips, but nodded her head.

"We can't say your name out loud?" Dean asked.

Ambriel nodded.

"Oh, so like He-who-shall-not-be-named?" Dean offered, jokingly.

Ambriel held up her thumb and pointer finger, holding them close together.

"What do you want us to call you?" Sam asked.

She shrugged.

"Bri." Dean suggested.

Ambriel smiled and nodded at the nickname.

"So, Bri, what did you want to tell us?" Dean asked.

She wrote something.

"All in good time." Sam read what was written.

"Well how long are you going to keep us waiting?" Dean slightly raised his voice.

Ambriel scrunched her eyebrows and scribbled something.

"Patience is a virtue." Sam read the slightly messy handwriting, chuckling at Dean.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah." He shifted around.

Ambriel wrote something quickly.

"She said she's going to come again." Sam turned to Dean.

"Great." Dean sighed. "When?"

Sam looked back at Ambriel.

"She doesn't know." Sam looked at Dean again.

"Or she doesn't want to tell us." Dean huffed.

Sam sighed and looked back at Ambriel.

Ambriel wrote something short.

"I'll be watching you two." Sam translated.

"Creepy." Dean whispered.

"And protecting you." Sam read what Ambriel added to her sentence.

"Good. Always nice to have an angel on our side." Dean perked up a bit.

Ambriel's phone pinged.

"I have to go." She mouthed.

"Goodbye, Bri." Dean gave her a little wave.

Ambriel waved back and then disappeared.

"Damn, she's hot." Dean remarked as he unlocked the driver's door.

Sam rolled his eyes, chuckling a bit, and got into the passenger seat.

Dean started the engine. "Let's roll."

The two brothers were off.

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