AN: Well I hope you guys like the first chapter of this. I own nothing of Supernatural or anything else that is mentioned in the story.

First Day

The alarm went off next to my head. I didn't remember setting the stupid thing so Dad probably did. I got up glad I was wearing my clothes for the day. It would save a lot of time. I looked in the mirror and saw how horrible my hair looked. It was worse than usual. I stuck my head under the sink and scrunched some moose in it. No hair dryer today. I kick Dad wake. If I had to be up this early so did he.

He started complaining about how it was my job to go to school early not his. I told him that I would probably need his help getting enrolled in school. That got him moving. We were out the door in ten minutes. I jumped inside my car and let Dad lead the way. Indiana drivers go so slow. We were at the school in twenty minutes in what should have been a five minute drive.

My hair was already dry and frizzing. It was great the school was for a bunch of preps that were the size of a stick and liked to play sports. I was neither of those. I hated sports unless it was the Superbowl, and I wasn't fat but not stick like either. It was going to be fun trying to fit in here.

"Name." asked the snooty receptionist.

"Elizabeth Campbell just transferred from home schooling." replied Dad.

Great we were using our real names. Peachy, just peachy. The school was average sized, really depressing though.

"Your homeroom is down the hall to the left, room 143." Stated the receptionist.

"You got it from here kiddo?" Dad asked.

"Why do I have to go to school?" I just had to ask.

"You might pick up some info on the thing that we're hunting." Dad whispered before he left.

The homerooms were set up alphabetically. I was in a room with all the A, B and C kids. Not a whole lot of kids with last names that start with A, B, and C. The teacher started taking role. It was a quick and painless procedure. Then Mrs. Fisher got up and said, "Meet the newest member of our home room, Elizabeth Campbell. Ben do you mind helping her find her classes?"

"Do I really have to?" asked Ben. He was a bit over average height I'd be close to his height, and I'm 5' 9''. He had dark brown if not black hair and brown eyes. I had a feeling I wasn't going to like this kid.

"Ben Braeden, when I said 'do you mind' it means help her to her classes." Mrs. Fisher said impatiently.

Then the bell rang. I almost ran out the door, but Ben was so conveniently by the door waiting. Today is going to suck. He led me to my first three classes which we both had. I figured Mrs. Fisher paired us up for a reason; we had the exact same schedule. I barely made it through the first classes but

once it was time for lunch I ran out thankful we had an hour for lunch and could go to any fast food joint in the town. It was probably an hour long because the whole school got out for lunch.

"Do you have a car?" I heard Ben ask behind me.

"Hell yeah I have a car."

"Can you give me a ride?"

"I…I guess…"

"Great I'll tell you where to go?"

"Where exactly are we going?"

"My mom wants me to have lunch with her."

"Ok." I said right once we made it to my car.

"Is that a 67' Chevy Impala?" He said just before he collapsed. I ran over to help him. Jesus this kid had some serious problems. I opened the passenger door and attempted to get him inside the best I could. He started to come to after I finally got him in.

"What the hell was that?" I demanded to know.

"I…I really don't know. Your car I guess looked familiar. I swear I thought I'd seen it before."

"I doubt it since you thought it was a 67'. This baby's a 69' SS. It might have been like some blast from the past thing. Have you ever seen a 67' Chevy?"

"Not that I remember."

"Well, try remembering harder Dumbo."

"Turn here." He said. I totally forgot what I was doing. I turned into the McDonald's that was by the road.
"Do you need a ride back to school?"

"Nah, I'm sure my mom can give me a ride. Thanks."

"No problem."

I drove off and instantly went to our motel. Dad seemed a bit shocked to see me home early.

"We have a situation."

"What?"

"A kid just passed out in front of my car."

"And…"

"Because he thought it was a 67' Chevy Impala. Then he said he swore he'd seen it before."

"So…"

"Jesus, you'd think you'd get a hint. What can whitewash a dude's memory? I think that there is something seriously wrong here."

"Should I call the school and say you got food poisoning?"

"Yes we have a lot to do."

Dad called the school and said I wouldn't be in today and maybe for a couple of days depending on how bad the food poisoning is. We started combing through everything trying to find any hint of anything that could erase someone's memories. We stayed up all night and found nothing. Dad gave up and went to bed around four a.m. I couldn't just stop.

I went to my car and opened the glove box, and dug out Mom's black book. I flipped through the pages calling all of them to see if they knew of anything. I was down to the last person in the whole thing. Bobby Singer. Next to his name was Call in case of emergency circled a whole bunch of times. I figured this was an emergency so I called.

"What?" asked a man's voice who had been up all night.

"Bobby?" I asked.

"Who is this?"

"My name is Liz Campbell. I think you knew my mom."

"Kid I knew a lot of people. Your mom could be any one in this old library."

"Josie Colt. My mom's name was Josie Colt."

"Well shit. You must be Lizzie. What do ya need kiddo?"

"Do you know of anything that can erase someone's memory?"

"Well, yeah but you'd think I was crazy."

"Listen, I called you because I have no one to turn to. My mom clearly thought highly of you to put in the address book she gave me. If my mom could trust you, so can I."

"Well, that's nice of you to say that. What you're lookin' at is probably an angel. They can do a lot of stuff."

"An angel? Why would an angel want to erase a sixteen year olds memory? Especially one from Indiana."

"You're in Indiana. Wait a second ok."

"Sure."

I heard some background noise like he was asking someone something. There was a mini conversation. Then it just stopped suddenly.

"How did you know his memory was messed with?" Bobby asked once he got back on.

Bobby repeated what I said to the person or people in the background. I heard someone yell at the other end.

"Bobby, who's there? I hate when I'm not included in the conversation."

"Sorry kid. I got some friends who are coming down to help you. What motel are you staying at?"

"The first one listed in the phone book."

"They'll be there soon. Just wait for them, ok?"

"Sure…thanks Bobby."

"No problem kiddo."

Then the line went dead. There was an angel involved in this somehow. Well, I should probably start praying since there has to be a god if there are angels. Why did they erase Ben's memories? What does it all come to? The pieces of this puzzle just don't seem to fit.