Hello everyone. I was bored so I'm posting another chapter.

This takes place in Season 2 or 3, but before "Fresh Blood."

Please enjoy.

"Sam!" Dean yelled. "This spirit isn't going to destroy itself!" Dean held up a chair in front of his chest and head, trying to defend himself from the vengeful spirit.

The spirit punched the wooden chair, smashing it to bit.

A flash of horror covered Dean's face, but he immediately put his game face back on, dropping the pieces of chair in his hands.

"Sam…" Dean called out. "Some help would be great right about now…" Dean started backing up into a corner.

Sam laid on the floor on the other side of the room. He groaned and tried to move, but every muscle ached from the spirit's last attack on him.

Dean looked at Sam for a split second, and the spirit punched Dean hard in the jaw, knocking him clean to the ground. Dean stayed down for the count, barely hanging in there.

Dean heard footsteps walking towards him. The lights above him exploded and sparks rained down. He rolled on his side, trying to see who it was. He slowly reached for his knife.

Then, he heard a gunshot. He cringed a little, but relaxed when he knew that he was fine. He looked over at Sam, who was still groaning as he sat up.

But, the spirit was gone.

The high heels walked over to Dean and stopped right in front of him.

He slowly looked up. It was obviously a woman, just by looking at the shoes. The shadow she cast revealed long skinny legs and… wings?

She was wearing black leather lace-up high heels that nearly reached her knees, dark wash skinny jeans, a tight red shirt, and a dark leather jacket. Her golden blond hair was braided to one side. Her green eyes looked brighter with dark eyeshadow surrounding them. She had a couple rings on her fingers on each hand. In her hands was a shotgun with rock salt shells.

"Hey, Bri." Dean gave the angel a sexy half smile.

"Hey, Dean." She replied, sounding a little sultry.

"She speaks!" Dean joked.

Bri let out a little laugh. "Very funny, Dean." She knelt down and handed Dean the shotgun. She helped Dean to his feet.

"What brings you here?" Dean asked, looking her in the eye.

"You guys needed help." Bri smiled and turned away, walking towards Sam.

"We were doing just fine." Dean scoffed.

"No, you weren't." Bri shot back, kneeling down to check on Sam.

She lightly tapped him on the cheek a couple of times to get him fully conscious. "Hey, Sam."

"Bri?" Sam was confused. He slowly sat up. "What are you doing here?"

"Helping. What else would I be doing?" Bri helped the other brother to his feet.

"I don't know." Dean interrupted. "Maybe giving us cryptic information through writing on a piece of paper?" He rudely offered.

Bri gave him a threatening glare. She turned back to Sam. "Do you know where he's buried?"

Dean through his hands up in exasperation behind Bri's back.

"Yeah, in a plot in the local cemetery." Sam replied.

"Excellent. Shall we go?" Bri took a few steps and then looked back at the brothers.

"What for?" Dean asked, a little annoyed.

"Salt and burn the bones. Duh." Bri replied.

"I knew that." Dean tried to hold his ego together as he walked past Bri and out the front door.

Sam held in a chuckled and follow Bri out of the house.

"Hey, Bri?" Sam asked, tentatively.

"Yeah, Sam?" Bri slowed down so that she was walking next to him.

"Can we call you by your full name now?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I suppose so." Bri nodded.

"Alright." He paused. "It's good to see you again, Ambriel." Sam smiled.

"It's good to see you, too, Sam." Bri replied in kind.

Dean was already getting into the Impala parked outside of the house when Bri got to the car.

"Shotgun!" Bri called out.

Sam rolled his eyes and smiled as he gladly took the backseat, giving up the front seat to the deserving angel.

After Dean recovered from realizing that a woman is sitting next to him, he started the car and started driving to the cemetery.

Bri turned the radio one and started playing one of Dean's mix tapes. She tapped her fingers on her thigh along to the beat. The brothers remained silent, unsure of what to do in an angel's presence.

The three arrived at the cemetery within the time it took for one of Dean's song to play out. Dean shut the engine off but left the doors locked.

"Dean, what are you doing?" Sam asked from the backseat.

"I want answers." Dean looked at Bri.

"Dean, stop." Sam tried to defend the angel.

"No, Sam. It's fine." Bri held up a hand. She unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to fully face Dean. "Ask away." She commanded.

"Why now? I mean, why come help us now?" Dean asked, added in angry hand motions.

"I was sent to protect you a long time ago, and you needed protecting. So I came in for the rescue." Bri explained.

"We could of handled that guy." Dean tried to defend himself.

"No, you couldn't." Bri argued. "All three of us know that."

Dean narrowed his eyes for a split second. "Any reason you kept randomly showing up? In my car?"

"It's the easiest place to watch from." Bri defended herself.

"And the writing?" Sam added a question from the back.

"Technically, I wasn't supposed to speak with you until a specific day, so I wrote in the notebook for you to read."

"'Not supposed to'?" Dean sounded a little angry and skeptical. "What does that mean?"

"Everyone takes orders from someone." Bri cryptically answered.

"Was the coffee cup on purpose?" Sam asked.

Bri took a breath. "Well technically, I wasn't supposed to let you see me that day, but I guess I got careless since I was on my phone. When Dean saw me, I made a split second decision to leave the coffee cup. Then you'd get the fake name and talk to me through the writing." Bri paused. "So, yeah, I guess the coffee cup was on purpose."

"Angels text?" Dean accidentally asked out loud.

"Yes, angels text each other." Bri crossed her arms.

"Alright, sorry." Dean mumbled.

"Should we go salt the bones?" Sam offered, breaking the tension.

"Excellent idea." Bri agreed.

They got out of the Impala and Dean unlocked the trunk, propping up a shotgun to keep it open.

Dean grabbed the salt, matches, and lighter fluid and handed it to Bri. He took the two shovels and gave them to Sam. He closed the truck to the Impala and took a shovel back from Sam.

Sam and Dean each pulled a flashlight out of their pockets and showed the way. Bri followed.

Sam found the headstone of the man they were looking for. "Let's start digging."

Dean rolled his eyes and heaved his shovel into the ground and Sam followed. The two worked tirelessly to dig up the bones while Bri stood off to the side, not really helping.

"Hey!" Dean yelled at the angel.

Bri looked up from her phone.

"Little bit of help over here?" Dean was annoyed.

Bri rolled her eyes and continued texting with one hand, lifting the other up, moving some dirt off the grave and onto the heap of dirt next to it.

Dean stood there, still annoyed that Bri didn't actually get her hands dirty.

"Thanks." Sam sincerely thanked the angel.

"Why, you're very welcome, Sam." Bri replied, sincerely.

"Who are you even texting anyways?" Dean asked, continuing to dig the last few inches.

"A friend." Bri replied, her fingers flying across the keyboard of the newly introduced iPhone.

Dean sighed and dug his shovel into the ground, earning a loud thud from the coffin below. "Finally." Dean huffed, scraping the remaining dirt off the top of the coffin.

Sam jabbed the top of the wooden coffin, breaking the olds planks until the decaying bones were revealed.

"Alright. Let's burn him." Dean hauled himself out of the hole and Sam did as well.

Bri put her phone away for the moment and walked up to the grave, salt in hand. She gave the bones a heaving seasoning. She handed the box of salt to Sam and then poured the lighter fluid all over the bones, making sure it would be able to catch fire.

"Rest in peace." Bri said as she lit the matches. The fire glowed bright on the end of the small wooden sticks. Bri let them fall into the pit of salted bones.

The flames burst from the body and raged on until the last of the bones were dust.

Sam and Dean packed up the supplies and loaded them into the Impala, leaving Bri to walk by herself. All three loaded into the Impala, with Bri in the backseat this time, and took off towards the nearest interstate.

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Next chapter should be up soon, but I don't know.