Marie stood at the bottom of the stairs as everyone was rushing past her. It was her 9th birthday and she was waiting for her foster parents to take her to school. This was the 10th foster home that she had been in since her parent's death; and like the every other place she was being ignored. She got used to being put second. Her newest foster parents had 2 other children of their own that were older than her. She remembers Mr. Foster, which is what she calls all of her foster parents Mr. and Mrs. Foster, saying that his own flesh and blood comes before, the other living in the house. Marie got the distinct impression that Mr. Foster didn't like her, maybe it was being ignored all the time, or the lack of any attention that often made her wonder if she was ghost… or it could be the fact that her room was in the attic; she just knew she wasn't wanted. It was the check that came with her that they wanted. She could live with beatings or being yelled at, it was at least some sort of attention.

Mrs. Foster came out of the kitchen and made her way towards the front door by which Marie was standing. Jack and Jill (they like their parents were just given nicknames rather than trying to remember their real ones; she wouldn't be here long anyway) came down the stairs and pushed her out of the way on their way out the door. Mrs. Foster gave an impatient huff as Marie got up and made her way to the car.

"What did I tell you? Always put the lid on the garbage can! Now look you stupid girl the raccoons have thrown it everywhere" screeched Mrs. Foster, as she turn around to stare at Marie. "That's it Mr. Foster will be dealing with you when he gets home!" She continued. It would be the only time Mr. Foster ever gave her a second look.

"No please, I will clean it up! I will stay home from school. Please I will clean it up," cried Marie starting to pick up the garbage with tears forming in her eyes.

"What the hell?! Son of a bitch! Sammy!"

All of a sudden Marie felt her legs being pulled up from under her. She was confused as to why Jack and Jill were grabbing her legs. She felt herself be pulled along the lawn towards the garbage. It was then that the cold air slowly brought her back to consciousness; she was being dragged out of a car. "Where…"she thought confused. She realized that she was now being pushed up against a car with a very angry looking man glaring at her. She remembered slowly the night before; she had broke into the car last night for somewhere warm to sleep from the thunderstorm and safe from that thing that was following her the previous night and for what seemed like forever. The man had grabbed her shoulders keeping her pressed against the car, throwing her from her thoughts and back to her situation. His grip was going to leave bruises, but what does it matter, she was used to it.

"Dean…what....Dean let go of her, you scaring her," cried the taller man.

"Dean… and the other one must be Sammy…." thought Marie.

"Look …I am sorry…please don't hurt me…it was cold and raining last night and I needed a place to sleep. I didn't break anything. Please let me go," begged Marie looking at Sam.

"We're not going to hurt you. Dean she didn't do any damage." By this point Dean had let her go and was giving her an evil eye, while checking over the Impala.

"I am really sorry, I just … I needed some place safe for the night." Marie explained looking at Dean.

Dean's eyes softened, when he saw her desperate expression. "Look no harm done…I am just over protective of my baby-" Dean tried to reassure and not hold a grudge against the young woman.

"Yeah, sometimes I wonder if you love it more than me." Laughed Sam cutting Dean off.

"No worries Sammy, if it was you or the car…I would choose you…then sacrifice myself for the car." Joked Dean; putting on a slight grin, though still a little concern for the car.

"Look…I will let you too get …back to whatever you were doing…" Marie lowered her eyes as she hastily spoke. She was getting that feeling again. The same feeling that caused her to get out of that bar she was in last night. She knew something was off about these two. She began to walk away, hoping they wouldn't notice, when Sam pulled her back.

"Hey, why don't you come to breakfast with us, don't worry about the money, it's on us. Consider it a gift for actually being able to break into my brother's car. Trust me I have tried and failed many times. And an apology for my brother." Sam chuckled as he shot Dean a disproving look.

Marie nodded hesitantly. "Yeah, there is something off about this guy. I don't like the feeling I am picking up," thought Marie following the boys to the dinner down the street clutching the feather pendent. "I need to get away from these two before...that thing finds me again."

They entered the dinner and sat down at one of the booths towards the back near the counter. Marie sat across from the two boys, with her back towards the wall. Dean and Sam were facing her with their backs to the door.

"What can I get y'all?" asked the waitress. Dean flashed a smile, while Sam just shook his head.

"Well we would like the breakfast special with coffee and juice." Sam answered, looking at Marie for approval. Marie just nodded and the waitress walked away to fetch their orders.

"So... why are you sleeping in cars?" Dean asked in a nonchalant manner, looking at Marie with a smile. Marie shifted around in the booth, showing obvious discomfort at the question that was asked.

"Very tactful Dean." Sam scolded, smacking him.

"I... I was... I was being followed for the past couple of weeks and I finally lost him... it, whatever, and I just wanted somewhere to sleep... your car seemed comfy and easy to get into... I'm sorry if I damaged it..."explained Marie, in a soft tone.

"No, no… she's been through worst, you didn't damage her...your good at picking locks...Who was following you?" asked Dean. The waitress came back with their food and juice then left the table again.

"I... I'm not sure..." said Marie picking at her food. She still had a hold of the pendent around her neck.

"What's that?" asked Sam noticing the pendent.

"Its... a gift...I was given it when I was little...just after my parents died." She took a sip of the orange juice.

"A gift? A feather? What kind of gift is that?" asked Dean, with a mouth full of food. Sam snorted and looked to Marie again; she was now looking out the window with a far off look.

"You will be safe and warm...." remembered Marie

"Its from an Angel." stated Marie turning to look straight into Sam's eyes. Her face broke into a smile; it seemed to remove all the hardship from her face except the eyes. It was a child's smile. "As hard as that is to believe." Sam's eyes widened, while Dean choked out some of the coffee he had been drinking.

"An angel?" asked Dean in disbelief once he was able to talk.

"Yeah...I met him in a park the day of the parents funeral… this is what he left behind...he told me I would be safe and warm... he lied though..." Marie said, with the last part dropping off to more of a whisper.

Dean looked over at Sam and than back to Marie.

"Was the feather always black?" questioned Sam.

"Yes," answered Marie, taking a bite of her toast. The conservation went quite for a while why they ate the rest of their breakfast. Dean looked at Marie, studying her movements. He noticed she never stayed still for more than a few seconds, and was constantly looking around or out the window. It was like she was expecting someone to walk in. "What is this girl's deal?" he thought. He was 99.98% sure that this girl was meant for the loony bin, how could the angels be connected to her anyways. Angels just don't stop to comfort a grieving kid… they just don't. He knew there must be a reason as to why she was sleeping in his Impala and not in a home or with her family. Was she on the run? And what was this thing chasing her?

….Yes I know I am evil for ending it there :P