Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural

Author's Note: I apologize for any mistakes and if the characters seem OOC. And I am trying to make longer chapters because I noticed my chapters seem to be very short.

Warning: Cussing (we all know how Dean is).

"Crap!" Sam quickly catches her, before she could hit the hard cement. He gathers her in his arms and runs back to the motel room as fast as he could. When Sam burst through the door, he came face to face with Dean's gun.

When Dean saw who it was he lowed his gun. "Damnit Sammy! Why are you running in here like there is a ghoul on your ass!" He exclaims.

Sam ignores him as he puts the girl gently on one of the beds.

Dean walks over to him, "Who is this?" He asks.

Sam shrugged, "No clue. I bumped into her while I was walking, and she just fainted."

Dean sighed and ran his hand through hair. "Only you Sam." He whispers. Louder he says, "Ok. Grab a towel and the first aid kit. After that find the smallest long sleeve shirt and sweat pants that we have."

Once Sam gave him the towel and first aid kit, Dean began to dry her off and bandage the cuts that was on her hands and feet, after that they changed her into drier clothes. Sam and Dean sat at the table to discuss their unexpected guest. "From the state of her feet, I'm guessing she has been running for awhile." Dean states. "Did you get anything from her before she fainted?"

Sam shakes his head, "No. The whole time it was like she was in a daze, there was only a brief moment of clarity on her face before she fainted." He answers. "What do we do now?" He asks.

Dean lets out a breath, "Nothing we can do, but wait for her to wake up." With that Dean stands up to grab his keys and jacket.

"Where are you going?" Sam questions.

"We still haven't ate, so I'm going to go grab us all some food. You never know, she might be hungry when she wakes up. I'll be back." Dean walks out of the room.

Sam his computer to search for their next case, periodically checking on their unconscious guest.

"Hello Sam." Greeted a voice behind him.

Sam jumps from his seat and clutches his chest. "Cas! You scared me." He turned to face the angel.

"My apologies." Castiel bowed his head.

Sam waved away his apology. "It's fine. How have you been?"

"I am fine," He answers. Castiel stood there in silence staring at Sam, until something on the bed catches his eyes. "Who is that?"

Sam, who had gone back to his research unconcerned with the angel's staring, turned to see what he was looking at. "Honestly, we don't know." He precedes to tell Castiel what had happened earlier in the day.

"I see." Castiel continues to peer at the girl with intense concentration. "Where is Dean?"

"He went to get some food, he should be here soon. Is something wrong?" He questions, noticing his intense looks.

"There is something odd about her soul." He answers after a long pause.

"Something like what?" Sam inquires.

But before he could answer Dean comes back with the food. "I'm back." Noticing Castiel in the room, he greets him. "Hey Cas."

Castiel takes his focus from the figure in the bed to face Dean. "Hello Dean." Once greetings were done, he once again focused on the girl.

Dean gives Sam a questioning look as he sets the food on the table.

Sam shrugs, "Don't ask me. He just said her soul was odd."

"Freaky angels." Was all Dean responded with as he passed out the food. Ten minutes into them eating, Castiel calls for their attention. "Yeah dude." Dean answers with his mouth full.

Sam raises his eyebrow at Dean's lack of manners. "What is it Cas?"

Castiel ignores Dean, "She is waking up." He states.

Both brothers turn and saw that he was correct, the mysterious girl was showing signs of waking up.

Author's Note: Hopefully this chapter is not too short for you. The next chapter will be up soon.