Thanks for the reviews and stuff here is my new chapter! Really hope you review again and stuff. This one is a little long and not as detailed but I've been busy at school and stuff. AND ANY MISTAKES ARE WELCOME LOL!

Dean Winchester held on tight to his custom engraved .45 caliber Colt MK IV Series 80 1911 pistol with ivory grips. A gun entrusted to him by his father many years ago. Dean wasn't the nervous type but there was something about Antwerp that just didn't seem all the right. Obviously the frozen townsfolk were a little creepy, but it was something else, some sort of karma that drifted into Dean and was causing havoc to his mentality.

The car alarm had stopped several minutes ago, plunging the village in silence again. After that, Sam and Dean split. Dean taking up the main road while Sam taking up the back. Dean's lace up boots crunched on the ground as he took another step forward, the silence made his boots the loudest thing in the whole village. Dean could see this as an advantage, any sucker coming up to attack him and Dean would hear him long before they got close enough to do any damage and yet close enough for Dean to cause damage. Dean liked those odds.

CRUNCH! Dean looked down towards his boots. The sudden change in sound spooked him. As he viewed the concrete floor his eyes went wide. All around him like rocks were shards of glass all of which neatly surrounding a large crate.

"Sam!" Dean called "Sammy!"

Dean heard the running of Sam's boots as he ran towards Dean's calls. Gun still raised, though largely forgotten, Dean stared at the strange site. As Sam approached his eyes too went wild. The shards of glass circumnavigated a deep crate but it wasn't much the glass or even the crate but the shape of the crate itself.

"What the hell"

"Dean, is that shaped how I think it's shaped?"

"I think so my brother I think so" Dean replied "It's an angel crate"

And indeed the crate was the shape of an angel, as if on a cartoon the character had fallen to the ground and left a hole in the shape of itself. But there was no angel inside the crate, if must of crawled out. Suddenly from behind them the sound of clashing rocked them from the sight. Dean turned and tightened his grip on his gun.

"What. Was. That?"

"I dunno" Sam replied "it came from the alley near the car"

Damn my new legs are hard to control sometimes.

Sam and Dean moved towards the alleyway, the silence creeping up behind them. The alley is filled with broken down dustbins. Rotting food and smelly clothes filled the air, morphing into the smell of something rather like death. A homeless man sat frozen a bottle of whiskey in one hand. Dean stepped over him and moved forward, closer to the dead end of the alley. The silence emphasising the sounds of breaths from behind a muddy green dustbin, Sam and Dean tighten their grips on their guns and nod to each other.

"Why don't you come out?"

A can rolls from the corner and clangs against Sam shoes. Sam exchanges another glance at Dean.

"Alright then"

Quicker than lightening Sam and Dean jump into view of the corner. After a few seconds, Dean lowers his gun, his eyes somewhat concerned and a little confused. In front of him a young woman, pretty and as pale as snow, her hair a soft coconut brown, naturally curly that gracefully covers her body, neatly cut around her bust, she wore a white dress that would look beautiful under different circumstances, however it was dirty and covered grime. She was barefoot and her legs and feet filthy from walking outside in the frozen city of Ohio.

"Please don't hurt me"

Her voice was soft and compassionate, Dean lowered his gun a litter more, Sam noticed and turned to him.

"Dean what are you doing?"

Dean turned to Sam, his gun now totally lowered.

"I'm not shooting her"

"Dean, look we have to follow our orders"

"Fuck the orders man, I'm not Castiel's foot soldier"

Castiel? The first time I have heard that name in this new language. I decided to speak for the first time, my lips shaking and my breath shallow I spoke.

"Please don't take me to Castiel. Just leave me"

"I'm sorry we can't do that, right Dean"

"R… Right" Dean replied.

"No!"

Quicker like anything before, the girl ran from the corner and burst her way onto the main road. Sam and Dean turned after, in a frantic race to catch her.

"She's heading for the car!" Sam yelled

It is the quickest way out of here. I haven't learnt how to transport myself yet, so I shall have to do a most primitive thing. Run.

The girl increased her speed as Dean and Sam made their way onto the long stretch of the main road. Her steps were clumsy and desperate as though she was talking her first steps. Dean the fastest ran upfront with Sam trailing behind but before he could catch her, a bang rang out across the frozen stillness. The girl tumbled, her white shaking hand just touching the front wheel of the Impala, her greying dress now covered in dirt. Dean turned towards the sound of the bang, shock ridden on his face, standing in front of him his brother holding up a shotgun, smoke drifting innocently from the barrel. A look of pride of achievement carved on his face.

"What the hell dude!"

Sam lowered his shotgun and walked forward.

"She was getting away" he replied flatly "I had to do something"

"Not shoot her!"

"Why not? We had to get her out unconscious anyway"

Dean walked up to his younger brother, who seemed bigger in comparison but that didn't seem to matter. He looked Sam straight in the eye.

"Ever heard of compassion? Ever heard of talking things out?"

"Dude, chill. She's not dead"

Dean turned and walking to his beloved Impala. He carefully lifted up the girl and turned to Sam, the girl sleeping silently in his arms.

"Well… Aren't you going to open the back door?" Dean asked impatiently.

"Oh"

Sam quickly moved around and opened the Impala's back door. Dean carefully slipped the young woman and slammed to the door.

"You know Sammy sometimes I think you are completely soulless"