I sat at a bar, occasionally looking over my shoulder to see my friends talking to people. Dean, the oldest of the two brothers, was talking to some chick while his brother was talking to some of the kids that went to the college.

I turned back around and took a sip of my beer. The only reason I was even there was that they had asked me to help them out. But really I knew they just wanted me to get out of the motel room I had been staying at.

"What's a pretty lady like yourself doing here alone?"

I looked to my right to find a man with dirty blonde hair and butterscotch colored eyes. I looked down at my bottle and then back to the man. "I'm waiting for my friends so I can leave."

"Bar not your thing?" I nodded my head. "

Yeah," I took a sip of my drink.

"So, what's your name?" The man asked me. I looked over to him and placed my beer down.

"Only if you tell me yours first,"

"Seems fair. The names Gabriel."

I chuckled slightly. "Like the angel? What? Were your parents overly religious or something?" I said taking another sip of my drink.

"You could say that. Now, what's your name?"

I looked over at him. See if he might have hidden agendas. "Cansas, nice to meet you, Gabriel," I held out my hand to shake his. He took my hand and shook it. "And it's a pleasure to meet you, Cansas." I smiled and we let go of each other's hands.

The man behind the bar handed Gabriel a beer. "So, your religious right? Because most people think nothing of my name." He took a sip of his beer. I reached up to touch my necklace. "I was once. How about you?" I asked taking a swig of beer.

"I was never really into the whole religion thing. But like you said. My father was very religious. Let me tell you. I can recite the whole bible." I raised my eyebrows.

"Really?" Gabriel nodded. "Really. My father really wanted my whole family to remember it. He wanted us to 'teach' others."

"You have siblings?" Gabriel nodded. "Yeah. Three older brothers. All a pain in my ass."

"Same. I have two older sisters. They always fought." Gabriel nodded. "My brothers would go at each other when they fought. They broke my father's favorite coffee table."

"Cansas! Let's go!" I turned to see Sam.

Dean had started to make his way over. I turned back to Gabriel. "Do you have a pen?" He nodded and took a pen out of his jacket's inside pocket. He handed it to me and I grabbed the tiny napkin that was under my beer.

"Hello." I looked over my shoulder to see Dean was standing behind me. I sighed and turned back to the napkin. I wrote my phone number down and turned to Gabriel. "Here. I'm staying here for awhile. Call me sometime." I said with a smile as he took the napkin.

"Will do," Gabriel said smiling back. "Okay. Are you ready?" Dean asked looking at Gabriel with narrowed eyes. "Yep," I said waving goodbye to Gabriel. Once we got back to Sam I slapped Dean on the arm.

"What was that for?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "You don't see me walking up to the girls you talk to and try to imitate them," I said hitting him again. "Well sorry, I was worried about you," Dean rubbed his arm. "I don't need you to worry. I have a gun, Dean. Gun plus human equals,"

I put a figure to my neck and ran it across making a dying noise. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." He said pushing past me and starting to walk out of the bar. I looked up at Sam to see him chuckling slowly.

"Shut up," I said before walking after Dean with Sam following shortly after.

Once Sam and I caught up with Dean, a gray bag was thrown over to me by Dean. "You forgot this."I swung the brown leather strap over my shoulder. "Thank you, Dean. You're so very helpful." I a slight smile on my face. Dean shook his head.

"So...Candy? You're into janitor's?" Sam asked. I looked up at him with narrowed eyes. "What do you mean?" I snapped my head to look at Dean who had started to chuckle.

"Well, the guy you were talking to. Yeah, he works at the school. As the janitor." Sam said who was chuckling as well. I crossed my arms over my chest. "So what if he's a janitor," I rubbed my upper arm. "He was very sweet and didn't try to get me to bed."

"So you take that as a sign to give him your number? And might I add your real number." I unfold my arms and pushed Dean.

"Okay, so what? We'll be out of here in a couple of days. It's not going to kill me." I say as we make our way up to the motel.

"It's your call Candy,"

"Thank you," I walk up the stairs and past him. Soon after I hear both the brothers following up the stairs. I make it up the stairs and I open my bag to look for my room key but I couldn't find it.

"I think I might have left my key in your room," I said as Sam and Dean open their door. I follow them in to find the messy room. "You guys should really throw away your trash," I said as I walk around the room picking up old containers of food to look for my key.

"Yeah, Dean. Maybe you should." Sam said to his brother who plopped himself down on his bed. "Yeah no. That's what I have you for." He said with a smile. Sam rolled his eyes and growled slightly in anger.

I chuckle at the brothers as I throw away an empty pizza box, which underneath the box is my room key. "Have you found your key yet?" Sam asks coming up to me. "Yep. Thank you for letting me in your room. Have a good night guys."

I wave as I make my way out of the room. Sam follows after. "You too Cansas." I leave the room and Sam closes the door behind me. I walked to the next door next to Sam and Deans and unlock it.

I walk in closing the door with my foot. Unlike the Winchester brother's room, mine was very clean. I kick off my shoes and sigh as I take the gray bag off my shoulder and place it on the table. I walk over to my bed and pick up the blue backpack from on the floor and placed it on my bed.

I open it and pull out a too big gray shirt and long baggy black sweatpants. I place the bag back on the floor and place the clothes on the bed. I take off my white long sleeve shirt and blue jeans and then put on my night outfit.

I threw the old clothes on the floor telling myself I would clean them up tomorrow and hopped into bed. I pulled the blankets up over myself and let out a tired sigh.

I turned the lights off and I grab the pink stuffed bear that lay next to me, pulling it close. As I fall into a deep sleep the sound of wings flapping was heard. I sit up and see nothing. Rubbing my eyes I fell back into my bed. It's just your imagination Cansas...go to sleep. I tell myself before closing my eyes.