A/N: Okay, so here's where my part of the story actually begins. I hope you like it. R&R please!

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CHAPTER TWO: WHY ME?

She watched through the crystal ball as Dean Winchester kissed the crossroads demon to bring his brother back to life. Hank had made her sit here and watch everything as it unwound since Jake had slammed that knife into Sam's back. She felt bad for Dean, knowing that Sam's death would drive him over the edge; however, she never imagine Dean would go this far.

Suddenly, the images stopped, letting her know Hank was back. "Wow," she said, standing and turning to Hank. "Didn't see that coming."

Hank shook his head, smiling. "You always watch these things as though they are movies. I love that about you."

"Let me guess, I'm being assigned to him." She leaned against the white wall, her arms crossed over her chest. She really didn't want this case. Honestly, she was hoping for a small case, maybe with children who wanted their every wish granted; not the Winchester case.

"How did you know?" Hank asked, smiling.

She rolled her eyes. "Hank, come on. Anything but this. Please?"

"Why don't you want this one?"

"Why? Do you really have to ask that?" She walked closer to Hank. "He's not a nice person. You never give me nice people. I always have to be with the mean ones."

"He's not mean once you get to know him. And besides, you're mean, so you two will work out fine together."

She gave him an insulted look. "I'm not mean."

He laughed. "You can be. Besides, this is your last case. Winchester makes twenty-one. Once you seal the deal with him, you can have your wings."

"Yeah, but, I don't know if I can seal the deal with him. He might not even want my help."

"Well, then make him want your help. Regardless, you have to stop him from going to Hell." Hank waited until they watched Dean pull the trigger on Azazel before he turned back to her. "It's time."

"Is this the part where you give me super powers? You know, like, magical demon killing powers so I can just blast the demon that holds his contract and be done with it? 'Cause, that would be cool. And helpful."

"You're always such a kidder." Hank laughed. "Well, good luck." With that, he touched her forehead, white light emanating from his fingertips. She closed her eyes against the light, knowing that in a few short minutes she was going to be out of this comfort zone and slammed smack-dab in the middle of whatever Dean Winchester was doing.

When she opened her eyes, she was in the backseat of Dean's '67 Chevy Impala. "Whew," she breathed, "that was a trip."

"What the--" Dean yelled, almost losing control of the car.

"Geez, be a little more careful, will you." She looked over at Sam. "You have precious cargo."

Dean looked at her through the mirror while Sam turned his head and looked. "Who the hell are you?" Dean asked.

"Me? Oh, I'm Jaimie."

Dean chuckled. "As if that sums it up."

"Well, what do you want? My life story?"

"We could start with how you got here."

"I'm an angel. Well, I will be once I'm done saving your ass."

"What?"

"Yeah. Just drive, Winchester. We can talk back at the motel."

Dean went to protest, but Sam interrupted. "Go ahead, Dean. I'll keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't do anything."

The rest of the drive was silent. However, as soon as they were in the motel room, Dean turned on her again. "Now, what are you?"

"I told you. I'm an angel working for her wings."

Meanwhile, Sam had gone straight to his computer and began researching.

"And I'm just supposed to what? Believe you?" Dean asked.

"It'd be nice."

Dean smiled, shaking his head as he turned away from her. "Dean," Sam piped up, "there is lore on here about how angels will come to visit humans before they become angels. It says they have to earn their wings. After twenty-one lives are saved, then their wings are granted to them."

Jaimie was about to say something when she got water thrown on her. She glared at Dean, knowing he had thrown holy water on her. She spit the water out of her mouth in Dean's direction, soaking the front of his shirt. "Not a demon."

Sam smiled as he looked at Dean's wet shirt. He was beginning to like this girl, even if he didn't really know what she was. "Okay, Dean, she's legit, I think. I mean, people don't actually make this kind of stuff up."

"I don't believe her," Dean said, still looking down at his shirt.

"What can I do to change your mind, Dean? Huh? You want me to grant you a wish?"

Dean's eyes shot up to hers. "Can you do that?"

"One. But then I lose that power."

Dean still didn't believe her and she knew it. However, she could tell by the look on his face that he was going to wish for something. Then, he spoke. "I wish for a big, juicy cheeseburger, extra onions, and pie." He smiled, waiting for her to choke and tell them what she really was. Instead, he stared at his wish.

"Convinced?" Jaimie asked, sitting on the bed closest to the window.

Sam laughed. "Dude, you get one wish and you wish for food?"

"I didn't think she was telling the truth," Dean answered, throwing Sam his look that told him to shut up. Then, he turned his attention to Jaimie. "I guess. So, how are you going to help me?"

"Well," Jaimie started. "Demons are coming. Lots and lots of demons. It's not going to be pretty, and it's certainly not going to be easy. But, my job is to stop you from going to Hell. And I'm gonna do it."

Dean chuckled. "Really?" He walked towards her and bent so he could look her in the eyes. Their lips were almost touching as he spoke to her. "And what makes you think I want your help?"

"I don't care if you do or don't. I'm still gonna help you. It'll just be easier if you don't get in my way."

Pulling back, Dean smiled. "I like her," he said to Sam as he walked over to his duffel bag. There, he pulled out a clean shirt. Next, he pulled his shirt off, revealing his muscular chest, stealing a glance at Jaimie to see if she was looking. She wasn't, which made him a little upset. Quickly, he pulled the clean shirt on, throwing the dirty one into the corner.

Sam turned off his computer and lay on the bed Jaimie wasn't sitting on. "I'm beat," he yawned. "I'm going to go bed. I'll see you in the morning. Night, Dean."

"Night," Dean said, smiling at his little brother.

"Night, Jaimie," Sam shyly added.

"Night Sam," she answered, smiling.

Dean walked over to the bed she sat on. "So, are you going to let me sleep there, or are you going to put me on the couch?" He smiled.

"By all means, sleep on the bed." She stood, walking over to the table and taking a seat on top of it. "I don't sleep anyway." She shot him a coy smile, knowing he was checking her out. She didn't mind, though. Actually, she saw it as an advantage. If he thought she was cute, he might be more willing to listen to her. "Get some sleep, Winchester. We have a lot of work to do."

Dean closed his eyes, falling asleep almost instantly due to all of the events of the last day. Losing Sam had really done a number on him, and then killing Azazel. Now, he wanted to sleep for a month, but knew he couldn't. Apparently, he had a lot of work to do.

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A/N: Let me know if you want me to continue. Reviews are loved, and they motivate me.