By the time it got dark, we still weren't there. So the minute the sun came up, I was shoving people out the doors and into the car. Sam had made us stop around midnight. Something about we're no help dead or something like that. I really wasn't paying attention at that point. Plus I have a short attention span and when your friend's parents are murdered possibly from your parent's murderer, it cuts that in half. WE were driving so slowly! Even though when I looked, we were going eighty in a pedestrian zone. Can't wait till he teaches me how to drive.

"For god's sake can't we go faster?" I asked, desperate for anything that could get us there faster.

I am probably one of the best people to console her right now. I mean, I went through the exact same thing last week. I'm the only one who knows the emotions of all that. Even if I don't show mine. And I'm nighty eight percent sure that that is a Winchester thing because I haven't exactly seen Mr. Compassion out of 'em yet. Though Sam may be a potential candidate for that. The freaking wait is literally tearing me apart. I so wish I could fly or something right now.

Well, here's the thing about wishing for something like that. Sometimes, when you're under a lot of pressure or stress, and you wish for something, it might just happen. Like getting an extra boost of strength or energy for example. If only I had gotten that. Or a bit more patience maybe. But no, I don't do normal or average now. Normal doesn't seem to be on the table right now. Being a hunter's kid opened a bunch of buckets of crazy. But even for them, they almost peed themselves over what happened next. I had transported me, Sam, Dean, and the car right in front of Brice. She screamed, I screamed, they looked like they were going to pass out; tons of fun.

"Is Cas here?" Dean asked Sam, who just shrugged.

Who is Cas? I seriously hope it's not another brother. How could that work though. Cause this looks like Cas should be able to teleport things. And I was pretty sure that that little fiasco was all me. Brice was staring at me, shocked into silence. I put a protective arm around her shoulders, looking out for anything that would want to kill us. Then some creeper in a trench coat popped up behind me. More screaming courtesy of me and Brice.

"Can this get any weirder? Serious question here' Brice said, finally speaking.

"Oh thank god. I thought you had gotten some form of post-traumatic stress or something. You're usually so…Brice" I commented. She just laughed a little, and then stared at the stalker like man.

"Cas! Great you're here. Thanks for the air lift. Emily was in quite a rush" Sam said, putting a hand on Cas's shoulder, who just looked at Sam's hand like it was going to attack him at any moment.

Ahh. So this was the elusive Cas. He looked familiar in some weird way. Like I know him, but we never talked. Weirdness. Brice was right.

Cas tilted his head, "I did nothing to help you here. Who is this Emily?" he asked.

I gave a wave. "Hiya. I am of whom you are speaking. Im Dean's kid." I explained. Still kind of strange to say it out loud.

"Well, I will be back. I have not been made aware of your presence." And then he was gone. If he always does that; he is finding a quick way to me getting annoyed. I hate it when people just leave. A little warning would be nice. Plus, how did he do that? It's not normal. But back to a previous point, what is anymore? Me and Brice shot questioning looks to the brothers/uncle and dad.

"Angels" they announced together.

"Kill me, please. I won't be offended. I'll even put in a good word for you with god." I told Brice.

"Angels? Like the murders aren't enough! First that, then the fire, now angels. I knew being friends with you was a bad idea" she accused me.

"Fire? Speaking of which, why are we in a park?' I asked, finally realizing we were outside.

But before I could get an answer, Cas popped up again. That is so going to get on my nerves. And does this guy know personal space. Cas had come in close enough that his face was right next to mine. Freak much?

"I am Castiel, angel of the lord. I am ordered to protect you, along with my previous orders to protect your father." He told me. Castiel? Are you serious?

I stuck my hand out, "Why? Whatever, that can wait. I'm Emily Winchester, teenager. And that's Brice, My best friend" I said, nodding towards Brice who gave a small smile.

Why am I not totally freaking out over this whole angel thing? I mean sure, right off the bat I was but come on! This is the perfect example of under-exaggerating.

Castiel, Cas, shook my hand awkwardly. When he did, a painful shock went through my body. Memories that weren't mine flooded my thoughts. Hundreds, thousands of years' worth of battles, deaths, the very creation of earth, Lucifer being cast down, all ran through my head. In other words, massive headache. I fell to the concrete sidewalk, clutching my head. I was on the edge of losing consciousness. Dean and Brice knelt on either side of me, ready to catch me if I fell. And I did. The last thing I heard was,

"What just happened?"