He flashed the cutest smile, which lit up his features. "There... You're free." the gruff voice behind me said, and I felt the shackles fall from my ankles. I turned around and did a double take. Candyapple green eyes in a beautifully symetric face and short sandy hair. "You are even more stunning than I imagined..." I managed. He let out a wry chuckle. "I'm guessing you read Chuck... Great. Fangirl?" The last word was uttered with some bitter undertone. "Hey..." I scoffed. "I am, but I also know that you guys have a tough life, and are not there for us fans to fawn about. So, I am sorry, Dean, but I won't start trying to rope you." His eyebrows shot up, surprise twinkling in his green eyes. "I guess you're no Becky..." Suddenly, with the sound of flapping wings, a figure appeared behind him. "Dean, I have seen demons approaching. We should hurry." It was the guy in the trenchcoat, with the gravelly voice. He turned his beautiful, cerulean eyes to me, and I felt awed. He was absolutely gorgeous too. "Mother of monsters..." I gasped, making him tilt his head again. "You must be the most adorable and handsome angel of the Lord!" Sam chuckled and Dean coughed, probably to hide his own chuckle. "Thank you for your compliment, but actually, Samandriël had the titel of Heaven's cutest." Somehow it sounded defeated and sad. "Geez Cas! Lighten up. How's she to know... Chuck stopped writing after the Apocalypse." Dean intervened and nodded to Sam, who picked me up. "Let's go. I'm sure you don't want to meet demons."

I moaned. "I've had my fill of those mooks." With a grim set to his jaw, Dean nodded. "I thought those asshats were the ones who put you in this situation. C'mon, hon, we'll put you in my Baby and get you some place safe." I picked up the pace instantly. No matter that I was fangirling... I had to see Baby! I loved classic cars! When we left the warehouse, I saw her... Black, sleek and beautiful. "Oh, would you look at her!" I called and started circling her. I didn't touch her, but I did let my eyes scan her whole body. Chrome twinkled in the sunlight and the black paint gleamed like a fat calf in the moonshine. I turned to Dean. "She is beautiful! No wonder you love her." He scratched his neck with a pleased look in his pretty eyes. "Thanks. You should hear her purr." Sam stood next to the passenger door. "Yeah, could you two sing Baby's praise later? Demons coming, remember?" Abashed Dean opened his door and let me in. "Right you are, Sam. Let's haul ass."

Cas slid next to me and I felt a little uneasy under his deepblue, scrutinising gaze. I felt a blush creeping up my face. "Castiël..." His gaze softened a bit. "Yes?" Now I was free and healthy, the timbre of his voice made something in my stomach vibrate along. "I... Ehm.. I'd like to thank you for listening to my prayer. I know you are very busy." His mouth curled up a bit. "I had to come. You said your wings were torn off. That was enough to pique my interest." I shifted in my seat. "I hope your not angry at me. I did have wings, I swear." This time the smile came through and softened his whole face. "I know. I could see the wreckage the demons left you with." Wait, what? "You could?" I asked incredulously. I had never even seen them... And they were my wings! He tilted his head. "Of course... Why wouldn't I?" From the front seat, Dean shot a glance back to us, before paying attention to the road again. "Cas, not to be one to throw a spanner in the works, but ehm... I saw it too." What?! Sam shot his brother a glance and turned to us. "Yeah... Honestly... Me too."