AN: Hello. Sorry this chapter took so long. School and procrastination took over. :) Hope it's alright. Thanks for the reviews! Keep 'em coming! Also, if the characters seem out of character, it's probably me doing it on purpose. I'm not trying to re-write the show :) Enjoy.

Guns. Bullets. Fire. Everything. The whole room crescendoed into a loud orchestra of loud bangs and light. Figures kept appearing out of no where, black afterglow surrounding them as they descended on the crowd. As Krissy dived for her bag, she saw one demon just jump straight into a bullet. It was like they were all on a suicide mission. None of them caring for their own lives. She ripped the zip open and grabbed her small revolver, primed with salt. She fired a few rounds into a lanky demon running clumsily after her. It vanished into a dark mist, not dead, but not exactly mobile. She looked over at Sam and Dean. Dean's right hand was slashing violently with the famous knife he always carried, whilst Sam was firing shots with the Colt. Krissy ran towards the door, hoping to at least get out of the confined killing zone. She swore as she got to it.

Locked.

She turned back just as a demon was approaching. She tried to aim her gun, but he knocked it to the ground. He pinned her arms to either side of her. He was an older guy, about 30-something. His eyes flicked to black as he licked his lips. She did not like the way he was looking at her.

"Sorry sweetheart, you're definitely not getting out of this. Can't let you of all people make it out". His words seemed to slide out of the corner of his smarmy smile as his eyes flicked over her. She spat in his face, to which he only laughed. He took one hand away from her, raising it up, ready to strike. Krissy had no time to think. She couldn't move. She just stared into his black eyes. Something about this. Something was familiar. She couldn't tell what it was. She'd never, to her knowledge, seen this demon in her life. She'd faced countless of them, not flinching as they came at her. But, this time. The way he looked her her. The way he spoke. It just felt...different. She was pinned to the wall, and not even by the demon anymore. Her body had given up as her mind raced to place this forgotten memory. His hand descended on her. It was about to slit her throat, her brain was screaming for her to move, but she couldn't. She couldn't even close her eyes. So she saw it all. The hand coming down. The grin playing on his stubbled lips. Then, the light. The bright light that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The light that consumed his face as he cried out. It's rays spilling out of his mouth and eyes. The fire burn up his skin as he dropped to the floor, disfigured. Leaving another figure standing in his wake. His hand stretched out before him, palm hovering in front of her. Staring straight into her.

As if her body finally figured out what was going on, she pushed herself off the wall. Her eyes were still locked with the tall figure. His pristine suit slightly visible underneath the beige trench coat that was draped over his broad shoulders.

"You need to get out of here," he commanded, more than said. His voice seemed to take over her mind. No thought was her own anymore. Just his voice. Infecting her. Latching onto her and steering her away. He didn't even look around the room. At the attacks that just kept happening. At the bodies on the floor. At the hunters taking cover behind flipped tables and those firing on the front line. He just looked directly at her, and in a calm voice told her something that made her heart beat slower.

"Shut your eyes".

She closed them and held her ears. As her lids shut, a bright light, like the one she had seen before, filled the room. Accompanying a loud ringing sound. It seemed to engulf the whole world, but in reality it was probably only the room. She felt the vibrations in the floor increase as the sound got louder. She could barely block out the sound and light. She felt herself get dizzy. The sound creeping into her very soul. She felt like fainting Her arm erupted in goosebumps as she felt arms wrap around her. Hands larger than her own pressed against her temples, also shielding her ears. The sound slowly ebbed away and the hands let go of her. She slowly opened her eyes to see Dean stand up from his position next to her. The hands that where just around her by his sides.

His hands.

She looked around. Bodies littered the floor. Some hunters, most demons. She stood up and awkwardly made some small whine noise as she saw the damage. She slammed her palm over her agape mouth to stop herself. Hunters were slowly standing up, picking up their belongings, their eyes trained on the trench-coated man.

"Nice way to make an entrance Cas," Dean said, eyeing the hunters, some of which were slowly ebbing towards their weapons.

"Wait, you know this guy?" Krissy said, finally recovering enough to speak.

"Unfortunately," Dean said sarcastically, to which the man named 'Cas' inclined his head inquisitively.

A hunter more to the back of the room reached for his gun.

"Don't be an idiot,".

Sam took a step between the man with the rifle and the 3 of us. I looked back at 'Cas'.

'Who are you?'. I thought to myself. A man who comes out of the blue, wipes the demons out like they were mosquitos. A man who Dean is now smiling at, and who Sam is protecting with his own body. The hunter, seemingly the last in the room, slowly backed up, before pelting straight out the room. Krissy turned back to the man.

"I am Castiel, an angel of the lord. I am the one who raised Dean from per-".

"Are you really going to give that crap speech every time you meet someone new?" Dean said, his lips curled in an involuntary smile.

"But who else is she supposed to understand my importance and purpose?".

Dean laughed and continued jabbing at Castiel as Sam helped Bobby and Rufus out from behind a table.

"God-damnit Castiel, do you always have to come barging in with that mumbo-jumbo light crap? Gives me headaches for weeks,". Bobby took off his hat and rubbed his temples as Rufus laughed.

Krissy had no idea what to think. No idea what to do. An angel? As in...Heaven? Jesus? ...God?

It was all getting too much. Everyone seemed to be fine. Dean was joking with...an angel? Her body had given up again. It seemed to be doing that a lot recently. She couldn't help it. Everyone was too...too...loud. Laughing. Joking. Smiling. Demons, just. dead. She couldn't deal with it anymore. She just couldn't.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" she screamed. Everyone stopped and looked at her, like she was the crazy one. She wasn't the one cavorting with angels for crying out loud. Sam slowly approached her, his palms out stretched, as if trying to calm down a rabid dog.

"Krissy...it's fine... this is Cas.. he's a ...friend of ours,". They all exchanged glances as Krissy's breathing got slower.

"He's an angel,".

...

Krissy just stared. She couldn't help it. The whole drive out. He sat in the Impala next to her. She was aware of everything he did. How many times he blinked. The exact position of his sideburns. She was even aware of every point in which they were touching. His hip slightly against hers, due to the smallness of the backseat. She tried looking away, but she couldn't. He didn't seem real. She just wanted to reach out...and touch him.

"If it would put your mind at ease, you are welcome to,".

Her mouth dried up as he spoke to her.

"...touch me I mean,".

"Whoa, what's going on in the backseat there?" Dean's voice laughed as his eyes flicked back at them in the revision mirror.

Krissy's eyes widened.

"He reads minds too?".

"You were thinking about touching him?" Dean said, the subtext basically dripping off his words. Krissy glared back at him as he laughed.

"I assure you, it was not in the way that you are referring Dean," Castiel said as plainly as ever.

Dean turned his focus back to the road, Sam turning around to stare at both of them.

"He's really not that scary Krissy. He was the one who brought Dean back from Hell,".

"Dean went to Hell?" Krissy spluttered. She swore she saw Dean's knuckles whiten on the steering wheel.

"Ah. We really haven't seen each other in a while have we Krissy?" Dean said, clearly trying to change the subject.

Sam rolled his eyes.

Krissy looked back at Castiel. His eyes were focused, but not hard. Something about him was relaxing. But she still didn't believe he was real. From his curly black hair right to his black shoes. He shouldn't be here. Demons? Yes. Ghosts? Sure, why not. But Angels? What else does this mean? The Devil? Jesus? God? All real? She lay her head back on the seat, trying to relax. She just couldn't believe it. She didn't know when she drifted off, but she slipped into an uneasy sleep in the back of the Chevy Impala '67. A Dead man driving. A psychic younger brother, and a fallen angel all beside her. It was a surprise she could sleep at all.

...

They pulled into the driveway. 'Singer Auto-Repair' was painted in big, capital letters on an old wooden sign. The Impala came to a stop and Dean stepped out. Krissy turned to Cas, but he wasn't there anymore. He was already outside of the car next to Dean and Sam. She rolled her eyes and got out. Bobby and Rufus's car was slowly pulling into the driveway behind them. They got out of the car and everyone went inside the house. Krissy hung back and watched everyone walk in. Rufus and Bobby. Old partners from way back. Rufus just made a jab at Bobby's weight to which Bobby replied with a curt 'Shut up ya' idgit". She smiled and watched the brothers. The famous brothers. Sam Winchester. With his long hair and abnormally large height. He basically had to duck as he walked through the door. She didn't even know what to make of Casitel. His backwards tie and immense power confused her to no end. And lastly, always lastly, Dean Winchester. His personality just written all over him. His eyes arching as his smile lights up his face. But eyes that have seen so much. She'd heard the stories. How he carried little Sammy out of the burning building. Away from his dying mother. He was so young, and already a leader. No matter how much he smiled, his eyes could never lie. She smiled at them. What an unruly lot to hang around with. The type her mother always said to avoid. Truth was, she'd been alone for so long now, she'd forgot what a family felt like. But she could see one a mile away. It may not be perfect, but these guys. These Men. Were the closest thing she had to family. She knew as soon as she walked in that door she was there to stay. To join this family. To fight beside them, maybe even die beside them. Was she ready for that? For this new chapter in her life? Did she even want this?

Dean turned around and looked at her, frozen on the stairs, looking up at him.

"Are you going to stay out here all night then?" he asked sarcastically. She laughed and ran up the stairs and into the house. Not looking back once.