A/N: Thank you for reading this far! I hope you are enjoying the story! Many of the subsequent chapters will be longer than these first few. Again, thank you so much for reading!

I do not own Supernatural, Sherlock Holmes, nor any of the other books, movies, TV, or music referenced in this tale.

Chapter 3

Ruminations Whilst Driving

Dean pulled out of their parking spot on the side of the main highway to follow the midnight blue '88 Stang. He turned the volume down on the cassette player to talk to Sam.

"Does she remind you of someone?"

Sam was smiling almost to the point of laughing. "Dean, really? Think really hard."

Dean thought of her direct speech, her confusion at some of the things he said, the way she took over situations, the way she turned her head when she was trying to understand, and her eyes.

"Dammit, she's a female Cas!"

Sam couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed uncontrollably. When he had almost fully recovered he asked his older brother, "Did you wish really hard?"

Dean looked over at him, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Sam held his stomach and laughed some more. Dean reached over and punched him in the arm, not too hard, his little brother had been shot recently, but hard enough to know he meant business.

Sam sobered up and looked at Dean, a smile still playing on his lips. "Nothing, forget it."

"Damn right I'll forget it. Don't be weird Sammy."

A couple of minutes of silence passed before Dean spoke again. "What do you think we're dealing with?"

Sam shook his head, "I don't know, I know it's only been six months, but I feel like we've been out of the game for a while. I'm happy that Victoria is leading this honestly, I think it will help us get back into the game slowly."

"When has anything ever worked like that for us, Sam? Nothing is ever easy for us. It starts out that way, but it always ends up being some big bad."

"We got mom back."

Dean smiled, "Yeah, we did. Do you want to call and check on her before we get to the witnesses' house? I'm kinda worried about what Cas has her watching, dude watches some weird crap."

Sam halfway smiled and snickered and picked up his phone, "Yeah, good idea."

Victoria Doyle had worked with the occasional hunter before, but never any with the notoriety these two had. They were both loved and hated by other hunters. She knew they had saved the world a few times, but she also knew they were sometimes the ones that caused it to need saving.

She had even heard Ezekiel mention them in passing. She knew that at one point those two had Angelic connections. She would ask them if they knew about Ezekiel before they parted ways. She needed to know what happened to her Angel.

She turned right as her GPS told her too, driving absent mindedly thinking about when she first met him, nine years ago.

She stood on the steps of the campus library, her books clutched to her chest, frozen in fear. She could hear everything it was thinking and they were horrible, evil thoughts. She knew the thing that looked like a person couldn't be. People weren't that evil, were they? The thing kept advancing toward her. Acting as if she were prey. It spoke.

"Are you okay, miss? Here, let me help you with those books."

The words mixed with what it was thinking and she could understand both at the same time, it was unsettling. 'look at that whore, she can't even move, she looks delicious, this was an easy catch, I'll take her home, daddy will be proud, I'm getting one of them, I might even get a reward.'

She backed up and tripped over the stair behind her. The motion sent her reeling back into reality and she reached into her bag with her right arm to get out her pepper spray.

Suddenly she heard a 'woosh' and a man was standing behind the thing. He tapped it on the shoulder and the thing turned around with a look of horror. The man put his palm on the things' forehead and a fiery light came out of the things' eyes and mouth. The thing fell to the ground and rolled down the steps.

She got up and looked at the man. He was the same height as her, his face was kind, and worried. She realized that he wasn't talking but she could hear him. His thoughts were the complete opposite of the things', they were pure, good, lovely. She instantly trusted him.

"Are you alright Victoria?"

When he spoke his thoughts didn't interact so she only heard one at a time.

'I should've been here sooner. She's petrified.'

"No, I'm okay, thank you for saving me. What was that thing?"

She took his proffered hand to stand up. She had scraped the back of her leg on the concrete stair and she winced as she stood. He put two fingers to her forehead and the pain instantly subsided.

"That was a demon."

"A demon?"

She could see in his mind that was true. She saw images of heaven and hell, of wonderful and horrible things.

"Yes, and I am an Angel of the Lord. And you, Victoria Doyle, are one of the chosen. You are a human with God-given abilities. I am your trainer, you are my charge. Today is your birthday, correct?"

She was surprised by how easily she was accepting all of this. Before she could answer him, they were in her dorm.

"What? How did we get here?"

He sat down in the chair in front of her desk. "I am an Angel of the Lord, I have wings."

"Right." She set her books down on her bed and sat on the edge of it.

"Yes, it is my twenty first birthday."

"That is the age when your abilities begin to form. You have noticed this, correct?"

"I guess? I heard what that… demon…. Was thinking. How did it know? About me?"

"You will find that all demons and Angels will know about you the moment they see you. Which is why we must begin your training immediately. You have the advantage of hearing their thoughts, which with practice you will be able to hear from miles away."

"I'm supposed to graduate in two months."

The Angel got up and walked around her room. He put his hands in his coat pockets.

"And you shall Victoria, I will make sure of that. I have trained many chosen, and I have the utmost of faith in you."

"Thank you. What shall I call you? I'm guessing this isn't your true form."

"No, this is a Vessel. His name is Holden, he is a devout man. My name is Ezekiel, and I am your guardian Angel."

Victoria was shaken out of her reverie by the announcement by her GPS that she had 'arrived'. She pulled into the driveway of a good sized house, with the Impala right behind her.