Sam POV

Boswell, Oklahoma

"Dean watch out!" I yell as the shape of a lady flies past me, her teeth bared and claws extended as she grabs a hold of his grey shirt and throws him against the cement wall. I cock my rifle, the sound of it echoing throughout the tomb and dragging her attention away from Dean. She hisses at me and disappears as I take aim and pull the trigger, making the rocksalt hit the wall next to Dean. A moment later a loud cry rings out from behind me and I spin just in time as I see her descend on me.

"Dean, now!" I bellow and duck as she swings her arms around, trying to knock me down. A loud cry of pain escapes her and she backs away, clutching her stomach, which is now on fire, and with one last, loud moan she disappears completely.

It's quiet for a moment. The only sound in the tomb is the heavy pants we are making. My senses are everywhere as I scan the perimeter and try to make out any other distant noises coming from inside the dark area.

"Shit Sammy," I hear as Dean slowly stumbles towards me, his arm going across his chest to rub at his shoulder. "That hag was a hell of a lot stronger than we thought for a dead chick."

I laugh down my nose, shaking my head at the comment. "Yeah. Who knew a dead girl could beat the shit out of you in a matter of seconds."

"Ah, shut it little brother. You know what I meant." He walks over to the hundred-year-old burning corpse, releasing a deep sigh. "Good riddance, Fiona Percy."

"Thank God that's over." I mumble as we both turn to head back up the stairs and out into the warm night air that had settled itself around the cemetery.

"You're tellin' me! Bitch nearly killed me!" He throws his hands into the air, the soft patter of the green duffle bag banging against him as he walks.

"Well she was brutally killed by a man in his early 30s..." I trail off, a smile tickling the sides of my mouth as I follow him to the back of the Impala. He grunts loudly, and flips me the bird before opening the trunk and throwing in the bag, along with our rifles.

"Alright, where to next Sammy? Want to get some grub?" He asks, rubbing his stomach as if we hadn't just eaten an hour earlier as he goes around to the driver's side door.

"Yeah." I say, humoring him, making my legs move so that I could get to the door and actually sit. My body felt bruised and swollen everywhere. "Let's get something to go though, I'm exhausted." I yawn for extra effect, closing the door loudly behind me as I get into the car.

"Sounds good." He says through a smile as he starts the engine and the sleek, black Impala purrs to life underneath me. The rocks underneath me make loud crunching noises as he backs out of the graveyard. "That diner by the motel sound good or you want to hit a drive through?"

"Diners fine." I say, leaning my head against the window, letting the temperature cool my overheated skin.

"Good. 'Cause their bacon cheeseburgers are awesome." He seems to smile at the mere thought. I roll my eyes at him but decide not to answer and instead decide to close them so that I can rest for a few minutes.

It seems like seconds later when I'm jolted by a sharp shove on my shoulder. "Wha?" I sleepily ask, not realizing I actually fell asleep during the short drive.

"What do you want for food, Sleeping Beauty?" My brother teases me. I rub my eyes sleepily; slightly annoyed that he woke me up.

"Just a salad or something. I'm not really that hungry." I explain. He nods curtly and gets out, walking up the three stairs that lead into the small green, red and tan building.

By the time Dean is walking back out, food bags in hand, I am utterly exhausted and Bob Segar's 'Against the Wind' is lightly playing in the background as I try not to fall asleep again. Weeks and weeks of hunting nonstop tends to catch up with you, especially when you have no real place to call your own or even a comfortable pillow to rest your head on during the nights. Dean gets into the car and sets the food on my lap. I distinctly smell the cheeseburger and apple pie he bought for himself, but can feel the plastic container that houses my salad.

Dean screeches out of the parking lot, racing in the direction of the motel. I can tell Dean's starving. He's starting to get cranky, bitching about the traffic even though there isn't much, and the drive only lasts about four minutes.

When we pull into the empty motel parking lot, and the car comes to a complete standstill outside our red door, I climb out of the front slowly and wince at the pain that is shooting down my back and along my ribs. Where was a heating pad when you needed it?

"Shit" I groan, trying to stretch out my back in a way that will be comfortable, hoping to crack it as we walk up to the door and Dean fishes the key out of his jean pocket. He jams it into the keyhole when he finally gets it out and turns it, opening the door harshly.

I am caught a bit off guard, and I can tell Dean is too, when the door opens to a disgusting, out dated room filled with not only Cas, who is standing off to the side in a dark corner near the window, but also two young women. Beautiful, young women at that.

"Cas, you dog!" I hear Dean say as he walks towards Cas with a huge crooked smile on his face, bypassing the ladies completely, and then stops beside him to softly nudge his upper arm with his elbow.

"I am not a dog. I am an Angel of the Lord."

Dean looks at him blankly, and then shakes his head before sitting down in one of the chairs next to the small table, opening his container of food.

"Sweet, I'm starving." The shorter, brown haired girl says and sits on the other side of Dean, stealing a few of his french fries and shoving them into her mouth as if it was the most natural and normal thing to do.

"Hey!" He barks, looking flustered at the small girl and moves his food out of her reach. I hear the other girl chuckle softly from her spot next to Cas.

"I'm hungry." The girl whines.

"If you had called we might've been able to grab you something on our way home." Dean grumbles around a huge bite of the cheeseburger he currently has stuffed in his mouth.

"By the way," the taller, blond one starts to say as she steps forward and draws everyone's attention to her. "We'll be taking this side of the room. You two can have that bed and the couch." She says, throwing two medium sized backpacks that had been sitting at her feet on the bed. "Oh and which one of you has a silver laptop?"

I raise my hand a bit, confused on why she would be asking.

"You might want to chill it on the Big and Busty Asians while we're here." She practically sings.

"Yeah man, relax with the tits." The smaller one pipes in, stealing a hand full of Dean's fries as he leans back to laugh at the conversation.

"Oh no, that's-" I'm cut off by Dean.

"Yeah man, we have ladies present. Hide your stash will ya'?" I see him turn back to his food, a smug smile on his face that is quickly wiped away when he sees that the small girl next to him has just about eaten all his fries in the minute or so that he had been distracted.

"What the hell!" He yells, standing up. "Who the hell are you? And stop eating my fries!" He points his finger accusingly at the shorter one and I take a step towards them, ready to intervene. She stops chewing immediately.

"He gets irritable when he's hungry." Castiel states bluntly when the blonde one looks over at him.

"Clearly." The taller one says, her arms moving so that they are now crossed in front of her chest and giving Dean a mean look before she opens her mouth back up to speak. "Which one of you is Sam?"

"Um . . . That'd be me." I reply before Dean can freak out about anything else.

"Well, Sam, it looks like we're going to be spending a lot of time together in the future." She says, her face slightly softening but I catch a look of slight disappointment cross her features before she masks it again and starts walking towards me. "On that note, get a haircut."

"Melanie!" The small one says harshly, reprimanding her friend. Dean barks out a laugh, but quickly clears his throat to try and stifle it when I throw him a glare.

"Who are you?" I ask out loud, but I'm looking at Cas.

"I'm Lily!" The one next to Dean says happily, a smile on her face. "And you're Dean!" She points to Dean, and I notice her fingernails are a bright purple color. "That's Melanie. She's sort of a bitch, but don't worry, you get used to it after a while." She continues sarcastically.

"Shut up, fucktard." Melanie retorts, her voice amused. "We're Guardians."

"Guardians?" I question.

"Yup." Lily says, taking a big bite out of Deans cheeseburger, not seeming to care that he seems about ready to kill her.

"We were sent here to protect you." Melanie tries to clarify as she looks at her friend with obvious disgust on her face.

"Believe me sweetheart, we don't need protecting." Dean says smoothly, his famous crooked smile on his face as he tries to charm Melanie.

"And that's where you're wrong." Melanie says, sitting on the bed. "Very wrong."

"Cas?" I ask, again turning to face the angel that is still standing near the window.

"I must go." He says in way of answer, his posture more rigid than usual.

"Cas," Dean starts, forgetting his burger altogether at this point. Not that their was much left with Lily eating it with him. I smile when I see that she has some ketchup at the corner of her mouth, before it disappears when her small, pink tongue pops out to take it away.

"Ladies." I hear Cas drone and my head goes back in his direction. I notice him lock eyes with each one of them, his eyes hard and warning before he vanishes completely, the atmosphere tense and awkward.

What the hell were we supposed to do now? And who the hell were these girls?