Takes place between Seasons 8 & 9 of the well-beloved Supernatural show, starring Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles, and Jared Padelecki. A few characters are mine, but the entire franchise belongs to Eric Kripke, Bobby- er, Robert Singer, and all those other folks up in Canada.

Awesome.

I ran out of my house, a shotgun in one hand and a demon dagger in the other. My gun, of course, was loaded with rock salt; attached to my hip was a Colt loaded with silver and lead mixed bullets, the recipe which had been handed down my friend's family for generations. The Colt was not the Colt, though it was certainly made in the same era - approximately 1861, if memory served.

Beside me ran a large white Malamute, Elijah. Technically, he wasn't a real Malamute, but now wasn't the time to get into specifics.

Moments ago, Elijah had awoken me to view an unusual meteor shower. It had puzzled us, since no showers had been scheduled for tonight...until we'd witnessed one landing in our forest, followed by a huge flash of light and the sound of an explosion. So, being in the business we were in, the two of us were obliged to investigate.

Several minutes later, Elijah and I drew close to what looked like the point of impact. Ground zero, if you please. "Alright, Eli, eyes sharp. We don't know what happened, and this doesn't look like it's in our scope of experience." The massive dog let out what I like to call his "are you kidding me I'm not dumb" groan. I scowled. "I know, I know. But it was meant more for me than for you."

He let out a soft snort. "Just saying. But I'm serious, be careful." We made our way closer, and I sling the shotgun over my back before withdrawing the Colt. My gut instinct told me this was no ghost we were dealing with, nor some low-class demon. No, with the way these trees were, whatever thing that was here had to be high class, and salt would do nothing more than piss it off.

"Eli!" I hissed. "There's a person down there!" He let out a whine, and I squinted my eyes until they were almost completely shut, though I'd barely done that before I had to shut them completely. He whined again, and I shook my head in confusion. "No idea. They're...They're so...bright. It's ridiculous." I had no idea who this person was, but they certainly weren't demonic.

Tucking my Kurdish knife into my belt, I hurried down to the body as it - she - let out a moan. "Hold on, we're here to help!" I knelt down next to the woman and did a once-over. She was young, at least six years my junior, with light, pretty hair and fairly smooth looking skin. Her face, from what I could tell, was rather average, as was her body. Then again, having blood all over one's face rarely made a person attractive. I mean, unless that's your thing.

She moaned again, and I looked up at Elijah. "Got anything?" The dog simply shook his head, just as confused as I was. I then returned my attention to the young woman. "Ma'am, you're badly hurt. I'm going to have to move you, okay? What's your name?"

"My name...is Ambriel."

"Ambriel?" Odd name. "Okay, sweetheart, I'm going to take you to my house. I'll be able to better stitch you up there. Ambriel, do you understand?"

Her hand latched onto my forearm with a clawlike grip. "I...am an...angel. Someone...cast us out..." It was clear that speech was difficult for her, and she struggled to stay conscious. "My...brothers...and sisters..."

"We'll worry about that later, Ambriel. Right now, you're the focus of my attention." It took all of my willpower not to question this mysterious woman about the angels, and what happened. There would be time enough for that. She seemed like she wanted to say more, but instead she only passed out.

Reholstering my handgun, I scooped the woman up and carefully laid her on Elijah's back. "Boy, am I glad you're a big dog," I muttered. "Alright, let's get her back to the house, and get her taken care of." The Malamute dipped his head and began to walk as carefully as he could. I, meanwhile, picked up both cuffs of the woman's jeans with one hand and placed a steadying hand on her back. It would do no good to have her fall off.