"Don't stop, believing!~" I sang as I drove down to Kentucky. Dean needed help with a pack of werewolves he had been hunting without Sam. I wanted to ask where Sam was, but it seemed Dean wouldn't give me a full answer. That's just how he was when he and his brother were in an argument.

"Hold don't to that feeling~! STREETLIGHT PEOPLE. LIVING JUST TO FIND EMOTION!" I basically continued to sing my heart out. Thank goodness no one else was on the road, I already had to hide from someone who tried to get me to a mental institution. Let's just say I'm a weird person.

"Hello," Someone says from the backseat.

I squealed, "Who the hell are you!?"

"I am Castiel. An angel of the lord," The man replied, his voice deep and a bit rough sounding.

"Alright-y....then...."

I pulled over to the side of the road, when 'Castiel' gave me a weird look. I sighed turning to look at him, "Get up front next to me, I don't trust you enough, you could easily stab me in from behind."

He stayed silent before getting up front with me doing as he was told without question. Castiel was definitely a male. A male with shortish brown hair and beautiful sky blue eyes. Wait.....I looked at him again, He was shorter than me?

"I thought an angel of the lord would be taller."

'Castiel' gave me an odd look. "You believe me without question?" He said curiously.

"I've fought dragons and unicorns in my days, I've faced weirder things than you."

He gave me the weirdest look he has ever seen, "You are Dean's friend, yes?"

"Of course I am. What? You think I'm a bit odd? I don't blame ya, I think that too." I turned the radio off.

"I'm guessing you needed to see Dean as well and needed a lift?"

"No," he said, "Sam needed you at the bunker." He then placed two fingers in mg forehead and we're at the bunker door.