Author Note: I'm finally back with a new chapter! Life has been crazy, but I've found time to start writing again. Thank you all for your continued support and I hope you continue to enjoy this story! :)

It took about a month, but we were all finally back in the groove of hunting. It felt really good to move on from all the suffering we have been through in the past couple months. We killed a nest of vampires and rid a house of a nasty poltergeist, but now we were working on some smaller hunts. The boys and I have traveled to this small town in Arkansas where people are dying very strange deaths: drowning in sinks, crushed by refrigerators, etc. In other words, dying in ways that should not normally be possible. We suspect a vengeful spirit is to blame, but who the spirit is we have no ideas.

I find myself reading the same page over and over again, so I sigh and close my book. I'm stretched out in the back bench of the Impala, waiting for the boys to finish up in the small morgue. I look at my watch, they have been inside for almost an hour and I'm starting to get bored. I look around the quiet street and a dress shop across from me catches my eye. I make my way across the street and stand in front of the display window. Three beautiful wedding dresses sparkle in the fading sunlight, each more beautiful than the last. The dress to the right puts a smile on my face, it has a tight top with a beautiful flowing skirt. My mind wanders as I stare at the lacey detailing and the delicate straps.

I imagine myself walking down the aisle towards Sam, his eyes slightly teary as he sees me for the first time. The wedding is small, just our close friends, but none of that matters, Sam is what I'm looking at. The voices of Sam and Dean bring me back to the present. I look over my shoulder and see them exiting the morgue and walking towards the car. A car pauses to allow me to cross the street and I wave at them as I jog back towards the Impala. Sam smiles when he sees me and then looks at where I just came from and an interested look spreads across his face, "Shopping for wedding dresses?"

I lean up to kiss him on the cheek, "Just looking." I say as I smile back at him. We slide into the car and they fill me in on what they found out about the man who drowned in 6 inches of water. Dean pulls away from the curb as he loosens the tie around his neck,

"The creepy morgue guy said that drowning was the definite cause of death," Dean says as he throws his tie into the backseat with me, "but some bruising around the neck makes him believe that his head was held under water."

I think about this for a second, "Okay, so the police think someone killed him?"

Sam flips through the police report they picked up earlier, "No, they didn't find any signs of forced entry. All the doors and windows were locked."

I sigh and lean back into my seat, "So, definitely our vengeful spirit. Guess we have to talk to the family and figure out what this dude's been up to and what enemies he's made."

Dean pulls up in front of our motel room and we all make our way into the musty room. Dean immediately starts changing out of his suit while Sam flops onto the bed and starts flipping through channels on the TV. I sit down on the floor next to my bag, rifling through my clothes, trying to find some pajamas to change into. Dean throws his clothes on his bed and grabs his keys, "I'm gonna go to the bar and rustle up some cash playing pool."

He opens the door and grins to himself, "Put a sock on the door or something so I don't have to gouge out my eyes if I walk in on something I don't want to see."

I grab my nearest shoe and throw it at his head, but he ducks just fast enough, and it slams loudly into the doorframe. Sam glares at him, "God Dean, just go already." Dean gives him one last wink before slamming the door shut. I listen to the Impala drive away before hoisting myself off the ground with a grunt and a roll of my eyes, "Why does he have to be so gross all the time."

Sam laughs, "I don't know, he just loves to torture us." I change into my pajamas and crawl onto the bed next to him, laying my head on his shoulder. He kisses the top of my head, "I wish we could lay like this forever."

This makes me smile and I turn me head to look at him, "Me too." I say, pulling him in for a kiss. He pulls me on top of him, but the sound of flapping wings brings us back to reality. I look over, expecting to see Castiel standing before us, but a woman stands there instead. Sam and I jump off the bed and he scrambles for his gun. The woman is too fast though, and with a wave of her hand Sam and I both go flying into the wall behind us. Sam smacks into the wall while I go smashing through the small table under the window. I roll onto my side coughing, trying to replenish my lungs with the air that was knocked out of them.

The woman walks around the bed and looks down at us, "Where is Castiel." She states in a harsh tone. Sam and I exchange a confused glance and he stands up, "Who are you?" he shouts at her, glancing around the room for his displaced gun.

I am about to push myself up off the ground when a stabbing pain erupts in my stomach and I can't help but scream and clutch my stomach. Sam starts toward me, but the woman waves her hand and pushes him up against the wall, "Maddy!" He shouts, looking back at the stranger, "What are you doing to her!"

She fixes her cold stare on Sam, "Answer my questions Winchester, or I continue to liquify her insides." I gasp and cough, causing blood to come spurting out of my mouth and drip down my chin. Breathing becomes difficult as blood most likely fills my lungs, "S-Sam" I choke out between gasps. More blood drips out of my mouth as I writhe on the floor.

The woman looks at me and then back at Sam, "Now, let us try this again. Where is Castiel?"

Sam struggles against her hold on him, "I don't know! I haven't seen him in months!" he shouts desperately at her, darting his eyes between me and this woman.

She clenches her jaw, "Maybe some more pain will jog your memory." She turns her stare back on me, "How about we try breathing without any lungs?"

Sam shouts, "No!" as my chest stops rising and I clutch my throat, frantically trying to get oxygen into my body. Choked noises escape my lips as I roll onto my back, black spots starting to dot my vision.

Sam struggles harder, "Let her go! We don't know anything about Castiel!" as Sam finishes his sentence, the motel door flies open and Dean runs in, opening fire on the woman. She stands still, completely unharmed by the bullets that slice their way through her body. She throws Dean into the TV, causing it to go crashing to the floor.

My hands fall away from my throat as my vision starts to blur and my limbs start to go numb. I can hear Sam yelling something, but it feels like I'm underwater. The last thing I see is someone appear in the room next to the woman. This mystery person pulls a long silver knife from their jacket sleeve, thrusting it into the chest of the woman. I see a bright white flash as my eyes start to slide closed, pain and darkness taking over my body.

The pain in my chest starts to fade, and I can't help but think to myself "Am I dead?" I start to regain the sensation in my limbs and then my eyes snap open and I gasp while I sit up, disoriented. I clutch my throat and take a couple deep breaths. Looking around, I see Castiel leaning over me, Sam and Dean stand behind him with relief in their eyes. I find myself shouting, "What the hell just happened!"

Dean sinks onto the bed behind him, "We were wondering the same thing. So yeah Cas, What the hell! We haven't seen you in friggin months and some angel comes around trying to kill us!" Sam comes to stand next to me and I grab his hand.

"I need to go." Castiel says, but Dean jumps off the bed and grabs his arm. "No!" He shouts, "Not before you explain who your little friend was."

I stand up and walk over to Castiel, putting my hand on his arm, "Please Cas, just talk to us. Let us understand what's going on." I pull him over to the only upright chair and guide him to sit down. He unwillingly sits down in the chair but doesn't speak. I glance back at the boys, but they are staring at me. Apparently, I'm running this conversation. I pick up the overturned chair next to Castiel and pull it off the ground and place it in front of him, where I take a seat.

"Okay, uh," I try to organize my thoughts, "I guess start at the beginning. We haven't seen you in months, what has been going on?"

His shoulders slump a little, so I grab his hand and squeeze it a little, "It's okay, you can trust us. We want to help you."

Dean scoffs and says under his breath, "Yeah, help the dude that almost got us killed."

I whip around in my chair to glare at Dean, and behind me Castiel finally speaks up, "He is right. It is my fault that you are all being hunted."

I turn around to look at him and Sam speaks up behind me, "Hunted?" he asks. Castiel looks down at the floor, "Yes. My superiors are not happy with my decision to resurrect you. I've upset the natural order, therefore they want to right my wrongs."

All three of us stare wide eyed and open mouthed at Cas as he continues to explain the situation. "They not only want me dead, but also Sam. They also wouldn't mind killing both you," He looks into my eyes sadly, "and Dean."

Dean sits on the bed and rubs his face with his hand, "Why do they want to kill me and Maddy?"

"Well," Castiel continues, "you two stand in the way of them killing Sam."

Sam speaks up behind me, "So, what do we have to do?"

Castiel stands up, "Try to stay out of the public eye as best as you can, there are angels posted all over the world looking for you three." He comes closer to me and places his hand on my forehead and then does the same to Sam and Dean, "I've placed protective warding's on you, which should help hide you from the angels."

Dean makes a sour face, "Placed on us how?" Castiel looks him in the eyes, "I carved it into your ribs of course." And with that sentence he vanishes without any more explanation.

We exchange confused glances, millions of thoughts run through my mind. Each worse than the last. I can't help but imagine angels swooping in and killing us all in a heartbeat. I take a deep breath, "Well, I guess we should call Bobby, have him send some other hunters to finish up this vengeful spirit case."

Dean pulls his flask out of his jacket pocket and takes a long drink, "Yup. Looks like our lives just got a little more interesting."