Slowly she began to gatherer herself. Her fingers brushing the bits of glass and wires from her black dress. Looking out the newly broken window; her eyes met other pairs of shocked gazers whom were walking by. At that moment, no thoughts ran threw her mind, just silence. What could she think? Nothing was making sense… Looking down, her right hand rose a little, fingers uncurling to let her eyes settle of the golden charm once again. "Dean..." She whispered lightly. Raising the charm, her lips touched the cold metal, her eyes closing to the flashes of, what she now believers are her lost memories. She saw his smiling face, his shouts of outrage and unshed tears of frustration. She could see him as clearly as day, as thou she was right there beside him at that moment, gazing into those hard hazel eyes. Counting each freckle upon that nose of his and touching those tight lips that pressed whenever he was upset.

Her heart was racing when her eyes opened and this confused her. Her free hand touched her cheek, feeling the warmth and coming to feel her breath was suddenly deep and empty, as thou she could not fill her lungs. What has come over her? The mere sight of this man made her feel as thou she was weightless, wanted nothing more than to shy away, want him to smile upon her and feel the joy of knowing she placed it there. "How strange.." She muttered. Removing the hand from her face, she looked back to the necklace, untying the straps so she could wrap it back up loosely around her own neck. She didn't know anything but one thing was for sure, she must protect this man in her dreams. She must find him.

Her eyes looked to the sky as a crowed began to circle, sirens ringing in the background of cops rushing towards them. Someone was yelling at her, waving their arms in dismay at the sight of the hotel room but she paid them no mind, she simply stared at the cloud covered sky. She could not feel him, not even a small tingle. Narrowing her eyes, she pushed harder, her sense's flying wild. Track him down, find his scent. Earthly rumble, gunpowder, burnt motor oil and musk of man; with a strong hint of sweat and blood. For a reason not known, those scents had filled her from those memories and they made her tremble, made her suddenly feel weak at the knees. They were sweet, bitter but so warm. Yet as hard as she searched, she could not track him. How could this be?

Lowering her gaze, she turned her head to stare at the screaming man, watching his face turn red in rage. "I must find him." She simply told him, figuring he was wondering why she looked lost. With a flap of her wings, she was gone from his sight, sailing across the sky. The warm air brushed around her and she couldn't help closing her eyes to it, she remembered this. The feeling of flying free, sailing across the skies open and free, slipping away from everything down below and higher above, no one could control her like this.

Dean was a hard man to find, she did not know what the next step she should take when quietly, she began to hear whispers. With a frown, she stopped her flight, spreading her wings wide to keep her still so she could bringing her ear closer to the heavens to hear. People were talking, no wait, angels were talking.

She listened and tried to pull some of the sentences to make sense of it when someone's thought caught her attention. She leaned closer to hear what he was saying and his words sent a cold chill up her back. With wide eyes, her lips parted in a startled gasp. "No…" Her grace burned brightly within her chest sending a command threw her nerves, making her wings flash and disappeared, racing across the skies to her new destination.

"Don't touch him."

…...

Dean ran till his throat felt dry. His steps sending dirt and rocks flying behind him, his breath coming out in quick sharp gasps. Chancing a glance over his shoulder, he looked to see if anyone was following. Shit, he knows someone was following, that's why he's running! Rounding a corner, he rushed to the closet building, busting the old door open to an empty ware house. Dust and cob webs covering the floor and ceiling but he kept running, his hands digging into his coat.

Where the fuck was his knife? He didn't have enough time for this shit! Beads of sweat fell from his brow as he yelled out a victory cry as his fingers gripped the handle of his angel blade. Once out, he looked up and before him, a man in a black suit stood.

"Shit."

The man's arm struck out, slapping into Dean's chest; sending him flying across the room. The blade rattled on the ground between then, the hit causing him to let go to brace for landing. Dean curled in a little on himself, one hand holding the bruised ribs while the other pushed against the ground, shoving him back up. He needed to be quick; those feathered bastards had a neck for speed. To his feet, he gave the man a smirk before waving his hand in a mock gesture. "Bring it." The man didn't even more, just simply stood watching with those cold dark eyes. A sound of flapping wings and Dean let out a groan of irritation. Seriously? There were two? Spinning around, swinging his arm wide, he tried to smack the other team member but that sneaky little bastard knelt down and shoved his fist right into Dean's stomach, knocking the air from his lungs and sending him back to the middle of the room, collapsing on the floor in a coughing fit. He was getting sloppy.

Forcing himself to sit up, he stared back and forth between the two attackers, one hand holding his throbbing stomach. Why did Sam have to have another break down, right now of all times? Dean could really use his help; these bastards were getting the upper hand on him which did NOT sit well.

"Dean Winchester." The brown hair angel stated bluntly behind him making Dean roll his head to look back. "It seems you have refused to see reason in accepting your lord and savior into your heart."

"Eh what can I say? I'm picky about these things."

"I noticed." The blond angel muttered in annoyance. Moving closer, he lifted up his own blade to point it down at him, and staring greedily at Dean's throat. "We were given strict orders to take care of you by any means necessary. By…any…means." An ugly smirk grew across that man's face it made Dean's muscles stiffen. Not good.

"Sounds like the big man is worried about me. Word to the wise, you should all be." The threat did nothing but make them laugh. "You should be the one worried. Once we have your soul Dean, we're going to take great pleasure in breaking its will." With a thrust down, Dean glared and reached up, trying to catch the blade on his arm with enough force to knock it away.

His arm met air when the blade went flying from the angel's hand. Everything went so fast Dean didn't have time to react. The blond turned towards the unseen attack and before he could utter a word, his body was stuck with another and was sent roughly to the ground. Dean scooted away quickly watching in shock as the blond man struggled, trying to fight back a figure in black. Scuffle feet behind him made Dean turn. Shit he forgot about the other dude. Quick to dodge to the blade, Dean scrambled to his feet for better balance and ground. A flash of light made both of them turn away as a scream ripped into the dust covered air. The dark hair angel turned with bewildered eyes, staring down at his partner. Limp and dead on the floor, surrounded by a burning hiss of black gashes that imprinted his wings upon the floor.

"You.."

The figure stood up slowly and Dean was able to finally see who it was that attacked. His jaw dropped a little. It was a women! Slump forward, she panted down at the fallen angel, her right hand holding onto her blade tightly. "Stay.. Away from him." She warned.

"How DARE you kill your own!" The angel screamed in outrage. Lightning flashed angrily outside catching Dean off guard, making him step away from this feud. What the hell was going on? The women turned completely around, letting those eyes, those crystal blue eyes that made Dean's breath still gaze upon the other angel. They were so pure, like crystal. The dark hair angel began to talk but his words were cut short when the women suddenly disappeared, reappearing behind him to shoving the blade deep into his spine, twisting the handle to catch his grace.

A startled gasp was all the angel could get out before he fell, burning his wings to the floor. Everything became silent then, leaving just the two of them alone. Dean began to back away, his eyes wide in shock. He could not believe this woman just ran in and saved him… right? Did she mean to kill them just so she in turn, could do the pleasure? Holding his bruise ribs, he began to itch slowly near his fallen blade, needing to protect himself just in case if things turned ugly. Like a hawk, he watched her stand, staring down at the fallen two in silence before turning, letting her eyes settle upon him. He stopped moving then, the blade just within arm's reach. They stared at one another, her face blank and unsure while his stayed rough and hard, keeping watch, waiting for any sign of attack. What he was given instead left him dumb struck.

She suddenly was smiling at him. She looked upon him so happily it creeped right the hell out.

"Dean…" A step followed by another and He was able to see his savior completely within the moonlight that shined brightly outside the windows. A woman with dark rich hair almost as black as night brushed along her tan skin of her face and shoulders. Dressed in a simple black sundress, she approached him gracefully, almost like she was floating on air. She was easy on the eyes, he had to admit that but being pretty didn't stop him from stepping away. Her eyes were blue, very bright and very dreamy. She looked upon as thou he had saved her instead.

"What do you want with me?"

"I am so glad you are safe." She answered instead, her fingers lacing together before her chest in a prayer. "I've reached you in time." Another step and she pressed into his personal space, those eyes searching, reading his shocked features. Who was this chick and why did she help him? At this point, he figured all the angels were out for his and Sam's head. Her fingers unlaced and her left hand reached out, those small slender fingers hovering over his bruised cheek. "I have saved you Dean."

Her voice was soft and sweet, spoken almost breathlessly. He turned his head away when her fingers graced his ruined skin, causing her to retract that offending hand. "I see that."

"Will you thank me?" His green eyes widen in disbelief, she could not be serious. "Uh…Thanks?" Her eyes shined happily as her fingers pressed together, tucking them neatly under her chin in a shy manner. "You are truly welcome."

Silence once again surrounded them. This was odd and Dean has NO idea how to take this. Something felt off and he didn't like the way she looked at him, little glances under her eye laces trailing over him, taking in everything. He never felt so exposed even when he was wearing clothes like this, not by some random stranger who popped out of nowhere. "Why did you help me?" He broke the silence, he couldn't handle it anymore. He needed to get to his blade, he didn't know what this chick was up too and he wasn't planning on sticking around much longer to find out. "I had too." Dropping her arms to her side, she began to walk to his right. He edged away but kept his eyes on her, turning with her movement. "Why?" Her brows narrowed in her thought as she struggled to answer. "I…don't know."

He scoffed at that, "You don't know?"

"Correct.." She confirmed while her eyes began to search the place she appeared in. "How did you find me then?" Her right hand reached up and touched a black leather strap that looped around her neck, the end dipping into the top of her dress making it hard for him to see the charm but pleasant enough to stare. She had a pretty nice rack. "I heard them. They were thinking about how to torture your soul… I came as fast as I could but it appears, I was not fast enough." Sadness tented her voice when she looked back, those eyes settling on his cheek moving down to his ribs. This was getting weird. "So… What are you? Hunter? You gonna make me repay you for saving my life or make me help you in a stupid ploy? Just to tell you now, it's not happening." Her eyes widen in dismay at his words, quickly she rushed towards him, her hands snatching his arms. "No! Do not think the worse of me; I am an angel of the heavens!"

"Whoa!" Dean snatched her forearms pushing her at arm's length. "Calm down, I was just asking. Fine, you're an angel. Now can you tell me WHY you just kill those guys and save me?"

Her pinkish plump bottom lip trembled a little up to him, her face twisted into dismay and confusion. "They were going to kill you. I had to stop them. I had too… When I woke this morning, your name was in my head… Your face was all I could remember. I had to find you, I had to protect you. You're my answer."

"What do you mean answer? What are you talking about?"

"You are the only one who can tell me who I am…"