Named after the song by Iron Maiden. I'm running low on ideas :S If you have a good idea, please review and tell me:'] You guys can help me write this. Enjoy:'3

Lorelai sat up quickly.

"Jophiel. I never really thanked you for fixing my leg, so, er, thanks." The breeze in her dream was whipping his blonde hair around his perfect face. He was the third angel she had ever seen and perhaps the best looking. He looked much more like she'd expect an angel to look. Lorelai wondered what his vessel used to be like before angel possession.

"It was nothing." Jophiel replied, his voice lacking emotion. They reminded Lorelai of robots sometimes.

"So, why are you intruding my dreams?" She asked him.

"I've come with a warning."

"Which is...?"

"A battle is foreseen. Sam and Dean Winchester play the main roles. That is fate. It was decided before the birth of humanity. You were never written and you are not recognized by fate."

"Say what?"

"What?" Was he joking? No, he was serious.

"It's an expression. I'm confused basically. Explain."

"Every human being has a role that has been foreseen but you don't. You are in the middle of this and if you become a problem to our plans, you will be hunted as your family hunts the unnatural." Jophiel stopped and examined Lorelai. She had frozen, letting her brain register what he had just said to her.

"You make no damn sense. Is this something to do with Dean being Michael's vessel?" She asked him.

"Yes, and Sam being Lucifer's." Lorelai felt like she had been slapped.

"What?"

"Michael and Lucifer will battle in vessels of the same bloodline."

"So, why my family?"

"Because Fate has foreseen it."

"Shut up about fate. It doesn't exist."

"You thought the same thing about the supernatural not too long ago." Lorelai opened her mouth and shut it again. She didn't know what to say to that.

"So is this a death threat?"

"Of sorts."

"How could I threaten your plans?"

"The fact that we don't know what your fate is can be dangerous. There have been others. A famous example is Adolph Hitler. We didn't know what to expect from him and now we don't know to expect from you. This is us being cautious." Whoa, comparison to Hitler. This wasn't good.

"Unlike you guys and Hitler I don't want to kill millions of people."

"But would you let the battle happen if Lucifer and Micheal inhabited their vessels?"

"Neither Sam or Dean will say yes."

"We'll see about that." Leaving a mini-whirlwind, Jophiel left.

Lorelai woke up and looked at her alarm clock. 5:00am. She sighed and got up. She knew there was no way that she could get back to sleep now. She went to the mirror and examined her reflection. She had a extreme bed-head. Her brown waves were scruffed up to the max and her eyes were small and puffy. She didn't care right now. She went down to the kitchen to get some coffee that she desperately needed. When it had cooled enough she gulped it down. She sat down and watched TV. The old TV set sounded dreadful. A strange scratching noise was coming from it. She knew it was only a matter of time before it broke. It then occurred from her that maybe it wasn't coming from the TV. She muted it. The scratching noise was still going. It was coming from outside against the house. Lorelai pulled out a shotgun from under the sofa and loaded it. She quietly went out the door and whipped round the corner... To see a raccoon scratching about on the roof. She shook her head and went back in. A lot of paranoia came with the hunter job description but Sam always said it would come in handy.

There were loud voices upstairs. Lorelai stopped and listened. Dean's definitely. Zachariah? Yes, she was sure that was him. They were arguing. Lorelai grabbed a knife off the table and she quietly went upstairs and listened to the voices as she sliced a line in her hand, wincing slightly and painted a sigil on Dean's door with her own blood.

"Well, I've got time to make you say yes." Zachariah. Like a broken record. "Bobby can't come in and save you. He's a little unconscious right now." Lorelai was finished. She stepped in.

"Maybe he is, but you forgot one important thing." She swung the door forward to display the sigil, focusing on the angel's stunned face. "Me." She finished.

Zachariah looked at her in anger and started towards her, but it was too late. Her hand slammed down on the sigil and he flashed off in a beam of light. Lorelai smiled to herself, pleased. She turned to Dean.

"What did he do this time."

"I don't know. It was weird. I couldn't tell if it was a dream, or real, or some damn angel mind trick."

"Huh?"

"It was like he took me to the future. I met.. me there. Cas, he was completely human. And a hippie." Lorelai held back the urge to laugh. The image amused her. She took a look at Dean and immediately felt guilty. He wasn't smiling. Grief was plastered over his face. "Man, I was a wreck. I led everyone into a trap and killed them."

"And Sam?" Lorelai asked. She had a feeling she knew.

"I-" He hesitated. "I don't know."

"Dean, stop it. I know he's Lucifer's vessel." Dean's look of shock basically confirmed that he knew.

"How did you know?"

"Jophiel. He intruded my dream last night and told me the 411."

"Why?"

"Oh, he gave it to me with a very polite request. The angels think I'll get in the way and threaten to kill me if I do."

"That's not good."

"Really? I wouldn't have guessed." Lorelai replied sarcastically.

"What else did he say?" Dean asked urgently.

"That they think I'm a threat because fate doesn't recognize me or something. But that's bullshit isn't it?"

"I don't know Lori, I thought angels were bullshit too until a year ago."

"That's basically what they said. They just don't like the fact that I'm unpredictable. Anyway, what about me?"

"What?"

"In the future. What was I like?"

"Nothing."

"What? That's a crap answer. Dean! Don't walk away, I want to know!" Dean had walked out and gone downstairs. Lorelai followed. "You can't tell me everyone's future but not mine!" Dean turned around.

"Lori, it was a trick, I'm sure of it. They're trying all sorts of different ways to make me break. Just- Just stop asking."

"Fine, but you know that panicked expression doesn't exactly end my curiosity!" She shouted at him as he left through the front door. "Damn idgit. Damn Bobby's contagious fake cussing! Bobby!" She ran to Bobby's new downstairs bedroom and found him on his bed looking as if he was just sleeping. Lorelai rolled him over and found the pressure point Ellen taught her to hit. Bobby shot out of his unconsciousness.

"Dean!" He said in a panicked voice.

"It's okay Bobby, Zachariah's gone. For now anyway. I shot him to Mars." Bobby nodded at her.

"Lori!" Dean shouted. Lorelai smiled at Bobby and went to find Dean who was at the front door. He looked down at her hand.

"Lori, You're dripping blood everywhere. Come on, let's get you bandaged up." Dean took her to the kitchen and searched for bandages as she washed it under the tap. After she washed it, she poured alcohol into it to stop it from getting infected. She pulled an ugly expression as she did it. Dean took her hand and wrapped the bandages round it.

"So. Where are we going?" Lorelai asked. Dean's lips twitched up slightly. He knew Lorelai would be over the moon.

"We're going to go for a drive. To see Sammy."

"What? Are you guys making up?"

"Don't get your hopes up Lori, we're just going to talk." Lorelai nodded at him but felt a flood of happiness. One look at Sam's puppy-dog eyes and he wont be able to say no. She knew it and deep down he knew it.

"We'll take your car." Dean informed her. "Technically you're still learning to drive."

Lorelai loved driving. It was a hot day and the window were rolled down as far as they went and Lorelai was wearing a pair of sunglasses to protect her eyes from the blinding sun. She offered Dean her spare pair but he swore he wouldn't be caught dead in them. Even when she threatened him with wrinkles. Lorelai's brown waves were being whipped around her head by the wind as they sped along the highway singing to 'Rock Of Ages' by 'Def Leppard'. It was one of Dean's favorites. She considered putting on something like 'Nickelback' to piss off Dean but she was in a happy mood. Lorelai couldn't make out Dean's mood. He was unreadable. Nervous maybe? There was no way of telling. Lorelai turned off the highway onto the road they were supposed to be meeting Sam on. As she drove down it, she sighted him on the side of the road leaning on a white truck. Stolen? She smiled at the thought. She'd have to mock him for that. He was always Mr Goody-two-shoes. She pulled over and turned to face Dean.

"You ready?"

"Yeah, whatever." Dean replied and got out of the car. Lorelai followed pursuit.

"Hey Sam." Lorelai said softly. Sam smiled and nodded at her in that guy way. Why do guys do that?

"Are you sure you want back in?" Dean asked him.

"Yes."

"Okay then. Get in the car. Lori's driving. I call shotgun!" Lorelai shook her head and smirked as Sam sighed and got in the back, kicking himself that he didn't see that coming. They drove down the road.

"Hey Sam." Lorelai began. "Did you steal that car?"

"They'll get it back." Sam replied with a hint of guilt in his voice. Lorelai and Dean looked at each other and burst out laughing. Sam was too good for his own good.

"What?" Sam asked. "Why's that always so funny to you? Dean, you do it all the time!"

"Welcome back Sammy." Dean replied with his trademark grin.