I don't own anything. Characters and etc. belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke respectively. Sorry it took so long to update. Family came to visit. They took over my house and there is no where to write, let alone think. They'll be leaving soon so then I can give my stories the full attention they deserve.

Dean was walking through a graveyard, his pace quickening to a trot then jog. "Sam!" he yelled. "Sammy!"

"Over here Dean," Sam groaned. Den ran over to his younger brother and helped him up.

"Cas, is getting a little sloppy with the landings."

"Yeah. I can see that. Speaking of…Where is he? Cas?"

"Why are you yelling?" Castiel asked appearing right behind them.

"Jesus, Cas! What's the deal? Why did you bring us here? Wherever here is." Dean said.

"Is this a dream or are we awake?" Sam asked.

"It's not a dream and you aren't awake." Castiel said.

"Uh, would you mind elaborating?" sighed Sam.

"Oh. It's –

"Whoa! Wait we aren't friggin' dead again are we?" Dean shouted.

"No. You aren't dead. This is a memory." Castiel replied calmly.

"Oh…" The brothers relaxed a bit at hearing this.

"So uh, what are we doing here Cas?" Sam stood there with his hands in his pockets unsure of what to make of this. He was used to Cas talking to them in dreams and well was used to being dead so he wasn't quite sure what to do with them being in a memory.

Dean meanwhile was just standing there waiting for Castiel to get on with whatever he needed to tell them. He didn't like the idea of being in a memory. Whose memory was it and was it a good or a bad memory? If it was his or Sam's he was sure it wouldn't be a pretty one.

"I brought you here to show you something. Well someone. A slayer."

"A what?" They said in unison and gave each other an annoyed half glance.

"A slayer. A girl." He sighed. He was hoping he wouldn't have to repeat the prophecy but he could tell by the looks on their faces that they weren't going to get it unless they did. "Into every generation a Slayer is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers. She is the Slayer."

Dean chuckled, "So basically she is a pre-destined hunter?"

Castiel looked at him blankly and said, "No. She is far more powerful than any hunter and she possesses strength and skills that a hunter could only wish to have."

Sam sat there quietly thinking. Dean noticed and asked his brother in his trademark sarcastic tone. "What's going on in that head of yours Sammy?"

Sam glanced up and said, "Dean it sounds like she doesn't have a choice."

"What?" Dean looked confused. Sam just shook his head. He wasn't the least bit surprised at the fact.

"She doesn't have a choice Dean. She was called to fight evil. Hunters have a choice. Am I right Cas?"

"That is correct. She could either embrace her calling or die."

"Pfff well that's a crap gig." Dean said. Sam nodded.

"Alright Cas . Let's get this little picture show going then. Why do we need to see this slayer chick. She gonna help with our little apocalypse problem?"

"If all goes according to plan. Yes." Castiel said solemnly.

"So one girl is supposed to be able to help us?" Sam's face had skeptical written all over it.

"Yeah. I mean what is she like Wonder Woman? I mean I wouldn't mind if she dressed like her cuz that would be awesome."

"Who?"

"Never mind." That was the last thing spoken between the three because their eyes had fallen onto a short petite blonde walking their way.

Sam was the first to try to yell out to her. "Hey d—" Castiel grabbed his shoulder saying, "This is a memory. Speaking is no use."

Two vampires jumped out from behind a headstone and began to rush at the girl. Sam and Dean, on instinct, were about to jump in. Again Castiel had to remind them to stay put. The girl kicked one vampire in the chest and jumped over the other and spun around and staked him straight in the heart. The other came running at her and she flipped him over her and in a quick swoop bent down and stabbed him.

"That chick? That tiny chick is the slayer? I was picturing an…" Sam trailed off.

"An Amazon. Yeah me too dude but she is so much hotter." Dean grinned.

Sam only shook his head and Castiel said, "I've already arranged for her to come meet you. She will be arriving in Lawrence shortly."

"Lawrence? Why there?" Sam asked.

"No real reason. It was the closest place I could think that was in the middle of your locations. We need to keep as low as a profile as possible. We don't need the angels getting wind that the slayer is involved. I want you to meet with her and her—"

"I can giver her a tour of the hometown. Eh, Sammy. Show her the sights." Dean said with a wicked grin and a wink.

"Really Dean? That's what you're concerned with right now? Trying to get in her pants? She may not even like you."

"What are you saying? You think I'm not her type. Oh I get it Sammy has a crush on her. Sammy I didn't think you had it in you."

"Shut up Dean."

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

Castiel grabbed them both by the shoulders and said, "Both of you shut up. Neither of you are her type."

"How do you know?"

The angel smiled, "You're not. Just get to Lawrence." And with that the boys were back in their motel room.

"Well let's hit the road Sam."

"Yeah."