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"Nate, you're cutting out...I can't hear you!" Ghost pressed her cellphone tighter against her ear as her cousin's voice faded in and out.

"Meteor shower...check it out...bye." The line went dead and Ghost stuck her phone back in her pocket with a sigh. Living out on an acreage meant dropped calls were as frequent as stray cats going after her aunt's chickens. A quick peek out the kitchen window did, however, confirm the meteor shower her cousin had spoken about. She grabbed her uncle's old plaid coat and ran out the front door, pushing the sleeves up as she went. Ghost sprinted madly towards her old pickup truck, hardly hesitating as she hoisted herself up into the bed and landed painfully on the sacks of gravel residing there. She had previously been angry with her uncle for not letting her park in the garage but the spot on the lawn that her truck was on now provided a mostly unobstructed view of the sky. As she stared upwards it striked her as odd how these meteors behaved differently from the ones she had seen before; instead of arcing across the sky, these ones fell straight down from tiny bursts of light. She brushed this off as some atmospheric difference and continued to watch unperturbed. After watching for nearly half an hour the need for a more comfortable seat arose and she got up to see if she could find a blanket or something in the cab. Ghost silently thanked her aunt for always being concerned about her wellbeing as she fished a neatly folded blanket out from under the passenger side seat and raised it in the air in victory as she slammed the door shut. Before she could head back to her seat, a small object on the hood caught her eye.

Resting lightly was a heavily singed feather, all curled up and still glowing faintly red. It crumbled into a pile of ash as soon as she attempted to pick it up. There were no birds nearby and it certainly wasn't a chicken feather so its origin was a mystery to her. Looking up with a more skeptical eye this time she followed one of the meteors closest to her and it fell just beyond the treeline at the edge of the property. Curiosity took over every rational thought she had and she had climbed into the truck and started it up before rethinking her actions. The only plausible explanation that came to mind was aliens. She had never believed in them before but there was a time for everything. There would either be a giant chunk of rock or a small green creature waiting for her in the forest and she couldnt decide what would be worse.

Ghost drove to the end of the lane before stopping and reversing back onto the lawn. She did this five more times until she finally forced herself to keep going down the road, stopping just outside the patch of trees she had saw the meteor land. As the car engine died away, no sound filled the void left behind; the woods were dead silent. A phenomena she had read about but never actually experienced. It did little to ease her fear and she fought with herself for several minutes before getting out of the vehicle. Having forgot a flashlight in her rush to leave, only the light of her cellphone served as a guide as she worked her way into the trees. She ducked around branches for a little while until reaching a break in the trees, she prepared herself for the worst even though she hasn't known what to expect. Instead of a smoking crator or saucer shaped objects with blinking lights, Ghost found herself facing a man, one who paid her no interest as he watched the meteors above him.

"You didn't happen to see what fell over here did you? I think one of the meteors dropped too low and I wonder if you saw it too." Ghost said to him warily.

"The angels are falling." The man muttered to himself in a husky voice.

"Angels? Now I think that's a little far fetched, Mister. What we're dealing with here is clearly weather related and our best bet is to just call the police and let them deal with it." The man still wasn't listening to her.

"It's my fault."

"Sir, meteor showers are entirely natural events and you can hardly take the blame for this sort of thing. Now if you'll help me find it.." Ghost trailed off as she stared at him more closely. Even in the dim light of her phone she could see he was covered in scratches and bits of leaves and bark. Dreading what she'd see, she took another peek up at the sky and the unusual size of the "meteors." They took on a more familiar shape as they got closer to the ground. "Oh no, you were what I saw fall."

The man finally snapped out of what ever trance he had been in and gave her a confused look. "Who are you?"

"The name's Ghost. You're not some kind of alien creature are you? I don't do well with alien creatures." She took a step back from him just in case.

"My name's Castiel. I am- I used to be - an angel of the lord."

It never occured to Ghost that what she was doing broke a hugely vital rule of common sense; don't bring a complete stranger to your house. Especially don't bring a complete stranger who you watched fall from the sky to your house. And lastly, don't bring a complete stranger who claims to be an angel of the lord responsible for the other complete strangers falling from the sky to your house. And yet something in his expression made her determined to help him, even though he resisted all attempts of hers to get him to leave. It was only after her mention of a phone for him to use that he finally agreed to go with her, following her back to the truck. Ghost noticed that as soon as the man was out of the trees, the birds and frogs began to sing once more, as if the absence of his presence brought them a sense of security.

"I used to believe in angels." Ghost began conversationally and Cas didn't respond, but he did look her way so she continued speaking. "I used to think that everyone had a guardian angel assigned to them at birth and it was their job to protect you. The kids at school would all make fun of me for it so one day I jumped off the top of the jungle gym to prove them wrong. I was so sure my angel would catch me. Of course, the only thing that caught me was the ground and that ended both my obsession with angels and any chance of popularity I may have had. Thankfully I had friends to back me up, keep the bullies away, but they never did jump off the jungle gym with me. They liked me well enough, they just weren't stupid.."

Ghost realized she was rambling as soon as his eyebrows began to knit together and stayed silent for the rest of the way back home. As soon as they got back, she took him inside and showed him where the phone was before she headed to the kitchen to get him something to drink. Luckily there were chilled bottles of water so she poured one of those into a glass and debated on whether or not he wanted something to eat. By the time Cas sat down at the table there was an omelet, a bowl of salad and a PB&J sandwich waiting for him.

"I didn't know what you'd like, so I made a bit of everything. I don't get guests often, if that's not obvious already." Ghost laughed nervously and sat down across from him, watching as he downed his glass of water as though he hadnt had a drink in years. "So, uh, who'd you end up calling?"

"My friend Dean." Cas said as he started on the omelet. "He's coming to get me as soon as he can."

"Oh that's good..." Ghost didn't really know what else to say, she had never been one for small talk. "I'm gonna have to duck outside for just a few minutes, if you don't mind. I forgot to put the hens back into their coop. The last time that happened I found them all up in a tree so I'd like to avoid that situation again..." Cas was to focused on eating to acknowledge her again so she awkwardly excused herself and dashed outside. Taking a deep breath of the cool night air, she walked to the other end of the yard where the chickens were held. They clucked sleepily at her as she herded them inside and shut the latch firmly.

"You've gotten yourself into a right mess, idiot." She chastised herself quietly, resting her forehead on the roof of the coop. There was no one else around to agree with that statement so she stood back up and wandered around the yard, doing small, menial tasks to put off going back inside. It was after she had finished arranging the lawnmowers by size that a pair of headlights lit up the trees around the property and a shiny black impala drove up the driveway. Ghost jogged up after it to greet the man who emerged from the driver's side.

"You must be Castiel's friend!" Ghost panted as soon as she reached him and held out a hand for him to shake. He took it firmly in one of his own. "I'm Ghost, the one who found him."

"I'm Dean, nice to meet you." The man gave her a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He looked dead tired. "Ghost is a bit unusual of a name."

"It's a nickname actually, my real name is Joanna. You can call me 'Jo' if you'd like." A strange look passed over Dean's face and he released her hand.

"Ghost will do just fine...Is Cas back in the house?"

"Yeah, you can head on in if you'd like. I'll join you in a minute, I need to lock up the garage real quick." Ghost said gesturing behind her. Dean gave a nod and headed up the front steps. Ghost waited until he was inside the house before eagerly digging her phone out of her pocket. She groaned as soon as the "no service" warning popped up.

"Two attractive men in my house and absolutely no means to tell anyone about it. Just my luck." Ghost said aloud and heard a muffled banging in response. She looked around a little bit before her eyes landed on the trunk of the impala. Walking over to it, she rested her head on the lid and banged out a tune on the metal, jerking her head back as something inside copied it.

Curiosity may have killed the cat and was most likely going to kill her too, but that didn't deter Ghost form her new goal of breaking into Dean's car. Making a makeshift tension wrench out of a bobby pin like she had seen on the internet, she stuck it into the lock and wiggled another bonny pin in it, expecting it to break or do nothing at all. Her patience was rewarded by a small click and the lid lifted up a few inches. After double checking that the men weren't looking out at her, she pushed the lid up all the way and jumped back with a shriek, clapping a hand over her mouth to stifle the noise.

There was a man inside.