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Dawn was just breaking when the sound of car engines startled Ghost awake from a rather fitful sleep. Rubbing the sleep out her eyes and mumbling angrily to herself, she slid open the blinds on her window to see if it was the neighbors down the road hosting a party again, but found herself staring at no less than fifteen cars (and for some strange reason, a tractor) parked all over the property. They weren't empty of course, a large group of people had gathered around on the front lawn. Some were conversing, some were standing awkwardly away from the others, some were glaring at the surroundings, and two seemed to be engaged in a heated argument. Ghost grabbed her cellphone and had already started to dial 911 when an insane thought came to mind. What if the people outside were the angels she had called to arms? If that was the case, the police werent going to believe her. But on the other hand, she couldn't tell whether or not the people outside were angels or just part of a flash mob, they weren't exactly sporting wings or halos as far as she could see. Her only logical solution was to do the simplest thing she could; ask.

The window above her bed proved to difficult to open, but Ghost finally managed to get the crank to work and popped the screen out. Just as she was leaning out to get their attention, one of the people arguing, a short, brunette woman not much older than Ghost, dropped a thin blade out of her sleeve and stabbed her opponent, a middle-aged business man type who outweighed her by at least 150 lbs. There was a flash of bright light, that seemed to originate from the man himself, and Ghost let out a shrill shriek. After the light faded away she became aware of two things simultaneously; that the people outside were in fact angels, and against her current wishes, she had their attention. She threw herself away from the window and fell off her bed and onto the floor. Chancing another look, she crawled back over to the window and peeked out. All hell had broken loose. More fights had broken out, punctuated by the occasional flash of light, as the angels all vied to get into the house. Yet another car sped into the yard but the sound of breaking glass had Ghost distracted from the window before she could see who it was. She couldn't tell what window downstairs had been broken, but it didn't matter. What mattered was the fact that the angry mob of angels now had a way into the house and it was only a matter of time before they found her. It wasn't supposed to be like this. The angels she had pictured in her head versus the ones that had actually showed up were two entirely different things that shared only the similarity of looking human. Even then, Ghost knew that it probably wasn't even their true form.

Heavy footsteps racing up the stairs broke her out of her thoughts and she had little time to prepare herself before the door to her bedroom burst open. As was such, the man who had broken in found himself staring down a teenager brandishing a curling iron.

"What the-" He didn't look particularly threatening, more confused and slightly weirded out by her choice of weapon.

"I'm warning you! Step any closer and I'll...I'll.." The curling iron wasn't even plugged in and Ghost struggled to find a convincing threat.

"Curl my hair for me? We don't have time for that. You need to come with me before the others get up here."

"Umm, you just broke into my house and now you want me to leave with you? Are you crazy?"

"No, but I am your only chance of surviving. My brothers and sisters will not treat you so kindly, but I will take you to Dean Winchester. You just have to trust me." As if proving his point, another window downstairs shattered.

"How can I trust you won't hurt me? I don't even know your name." Ghost backed further away from him but lowered the curling iron.

"My name is Ezekiel, I wish I could explain more but right now we need to leave. The others will not be held back for long." He said, casting an uneasy glance towards the staircase. Ghost could only imagine what he had done to keep the other angels at bay.

"...Okay, I...I need a couple minutes to pack and leave my aunt and uncle a note though. I'm not leaving here empty handed." Ezekiel didn't look pleased with her stalling but held a hand indicating that she had five minutes and headed back downstairs. Ghost worked quickly, throwing clothes and toiletries haphazardly into a duffle bag before frantically digging around her desk for a pen and some paper. All she could find was an orange glitter gel pen and some hotel stationary which seemed wrong given the situation, but she didn't have any more time to find something else. She wrote that she was sorry for the mess and that she had to leave for an indeterminate amount but that they shouldn't worry and definitely shouldn't call the police. It was weak and didn't say what she hoped it would but maybe that was for the best. At the very bottom she added a P.S. telling them to stay safe and keep away from any strangers that come to the house for the next little while. With that done, she stuck the note to her vanity mirror before grabbing her bag and racing downstairs, colliding into Ezekiel as he waited at the bottom.

"You took six and a half minutes." He said moodily, grabbing her arm and dragging her towards the back door. There were no other angels in the house but a number of strange symbols were scrawled along the walls and windows.

"So? A minute and a half extra is not a big deal."

"In this situation it is. Keep your head down and just run to the car directly out back. I will meet you there." He shoved her out the back door and she had to struggle to stay upright; the weight of her duffle bag did a good job of knocking her off balance. As soon as she hit the grass, several pairs of hands tried to grab hold of her but all were wrenched off giving her enough time to sprint to the vehicle. Sliding over the hood - perhaps not as gracefully as in the movies- she climbed into the passenger side seat and slammed the door shut, only seconds ahead of Ezekiel who immediately started the car up and threw it in reverse before she even had her seat belt on.

"I'm gonna survive an angel attack and die in a car accident. I'm gonna be sick." Ghost whimpered as she got her seat belt clicked in just as Ezekiel narrowly avoided hitting her truck and shifted back into drive, speeding out onto thenhghway at what must have been double the posted speed limit. She kept checking in the rearview mirror, waiting for other cars, maybe even the tractor, to start tailing them but just as she thought she caught the first glimpse of a windshield, Ezekiel took a sudden, sharp turn that slammed her against the window.

"This classifies as hurting me you know!" She squeaked as he took several more hairpin turns down random side roads. He ignored her and continued to drive at a breakneck speed until they reached the main highway again, only then did he slow down and she was able to breathe a bit easier. "Where are we going anyway?"

"To find Dean Winchester. I hope you can remember where he said he was going." Ezekiel answered.

"Uhhh, no, why am I supposed to know? I thought you did."

"I assumed Dean told you."

"Dean told me to fuck off and not much else! I have no idea where he is." Ezekiel turned to look at her angrily and she came up with a quick solution. "But! But, I do know that his brother is sick and in a hospital somewhere so I bet if we check all the ones in the area, we will find him! It didn't take Dean all that long to get to my house so he couldn't have been that far away!"

Ghost was eating her words after five hospitals and still no sign of Dean or his brother. Ezekiel was growing more and more frustrated as time went on, probably not helped by Ghost's insistence of road trip music. After Queens Greatest Hits I, she was 90% sure that Ezekiel was actually the angel of bitch faces and by the time she popped in the second CD, she doubted he would ever look happy again.

"You know, it wouldn't be so bad if you sang along." She said earnestly.

"I'm not going to-"

"I WANT TO BREAK FREE. I WANT TO BREEAAK FREE!" Ghost cut him off mid sentence and he looked as though he would've smited her on the spot if he still had the power too. Choosing to not act on his anger, Ezekiel simply ejected the CD and threw it into the backseat where Ghost wouldn't be able to reach it.

"Hey! That was my favourite song!" She said instantly pissed off by the silence.

"This isn't the time for it. We still have to find the right hospital and have had no luck so far."

"There's still another three hospitals we can check and I bet it will be one of those!" Ghost said confidently. But they were still no closer to their goal by the end of the day and even she had to admit that things weren't going so well as the sun began to set. Despite objections that they should keep going, Ghost managed to convince Ezekiel to stop at a motel for the night. He may have not needed the rest, but she sure did. As she got ready for bed, Ezekie stood guard by the door, still poring over maps of other hospitals as far as 200 miles away.

"Why can't you just find Dean like you found me? I didn't give out my location or anything and you knew where to go." Ghost asked through a mouthful of toothpaste.

"Because he is concealed from angels. Certain enochian symbols have that power."

"Oh...Why were the other angels acting so weirdly back at the house? I don't get why they were willing to kill each other over me."

"It's because you mentioned Castiel. Many of them believe him to be the cause behind us falling from heaven." Ezekiel answered simply and Ghost found it hard to read his facial expression.

"And what do you believe?"

"That is not of any importance right now. You should get to sleep. I don't want to stay here too long. I'm too weak to fend off any other angels if they find us here." He gave her a signature bitch face until she had settled down into one of the beds and turned off the light. She didn't sleep much, the thought of what lay ahead and what she had left behind kept her tossing and turning until the sun had started to rise again.

And then it was time to go.