AN: Ok, so I had this dream last night that sort of gave me a great idea!!! =] Admit it…you all love me for these stories…hahaha

The cold wind hit against her face. Her breath was heavy in her mouth and out her nose. The sweat poured down her face. Her muscles ached but yet there was always a smile on her face. Miranda Roberts stopped and grabbed her water bottle and took a sip of it. She stood there looking around the woods. The woods in the little town she grew up in, Hope, South Dakota. She knew these woods like the back of her hand. She knew how to get in and how many ways there were to get out, where the turn pike was, where Captain Frosty's Ice Cream shop was, where it let out by her neighborhood.

Miranda looked at the small cottage that she knew belonged to the man that no one ever saw. He kept to himself and of course in a small town like this, there were rumors about him. He was a serial killer, he's hiding from the mob, he's running from the FBI…etc. Of course Miranda didn't believe any of them, she just figured him to be an old guy that just wanted to be left alone. Only a few people have seen him and they said that the one side of his face had scars on it and she bet that's all they looked at when they saw him. She saw the light turn on in one of the rooms and a dog barking. Well she didn't believe in the rumors…but just in case, she started running again. She passed that cottage every morning on her usual jog, she never saw anything or anyone in it but knew that he was in there, doing what, she did not know.

Miranda ran back to her house and opened the door. "Morning!" she yelled unzippered her jacket revealing a pink sports bra.

"Morning!" said her mother, Caroline, who just finished up breakfast. Her brother Steven was sitting at the table. He was 17 and had dark shaggy hair.

"Morning, loser, have a nice jog pass your boyfriends house," he said sarcastically.

"Shut up." Miranda hit him in the back of the head.

"You know you love the creepy old man in the cottage."

"Will you just shut the hell up!"

"Miranda Roberts! I will not have that kind of language at my table!" Steven stuck his tongue out at Miranda and she rolled her eyes. Ok, so she was 26 years old but she didn't have to take any shit from her 17 year old brother.

"I told you I don't like you running by that cottage," said Caroline.

"Oh, mom, he's probably just some harmless man he just wants to be left alone," said Miranda eating some of the food that was put in front of her.

"Oh, look mom she is sticking up for her boyfriend," said Steven.

"That's enough Steven!" yelled Caroline.

Miranda finished her breakfast and headed up the stairs running into her father, Thomas. "Whoa, where's the rush, sweetie?"

"Sorry, dad, I'm late. I have to meet Suzie and Chris at the record store." Miranda ran upstairs and towards the bathroom for a shower. After her shower and getting ready she walked to the record store to meet up with her friends.

She found them outside the record store. Chris was playing with his hacky sack while Suzie was sitting on a bench watching. "So, is this what 26 year olds do?" asked Miranda walking up to them. "Standing outside of a record store that is older than their parents and they have going to since they were 13 watching Chris play hack sac…with himself?"

"What else is there to do?" asked Suzie raising an eyebrow. "It's a small town with only one movie theatre that plays old black and white movies, a record store with heavy rock from like the 70's and 80's…"

"Hey, hey," said Miranda pointing at her. "Some of those 70's and 80's rock bands are awesome."

"It's only because your dad played the hell out of every ACDC album he had," said Larry coming up on his skateboard.

"Aren't we a little too old to be playing with skateboards?" asked Miranda crossing her arms across her chest.

Larry shrugged. When the four of them were in high school, Larry was the trouble maker. He's been to the only juvenile center they had in a 10 mile radius from this small town and now just gets into bar fights with anyone that pisses him off.

They heard a rumble of an engine of a car drive up the road. "Whoa," said Larry.

"It's him," said Chris picking up his hacky sack.

"Him? You mean…" said Larry watching the beautiful black muscle car drive pass them and into a parking spot.

Miranda watched with curious eyes. "Wow, she's a beauty."

"I bet you don't even know what it is," said Larry turning to her.

"1967 Chevy Impala." She grinned at him knowingly. She knew her muscle cars, her father was a mechanic she knew almost everything about cars. The four of them watched as the door of the driver's side opened up and he got out. Miranda watched him. He had sort of darkish hair and he wore a dirty old leather jacket, a couple shirts, jeans and biker boots.

"Someone tell him that the 80's rebel look is out," said Larry laughing.

"Shut up," said Miranda hitting him. The others shrugged as they went back to doing what they were doing but Miranda kept her eye on him. She never saw him before, this was the first time she had ever seen him. Miranda quickly looked away when she saw him look towards them.

"Shit," said Suzie. "He's coming this way!"

"Calm down, he's harmless," said Miranda and she glanced at him walking this way.

"You've heard the stories!"

"Suzie…I've heard all the stories and I bet none of them are true."

"We can get a close look at his scarred face," said Chris.

"Don't Chris," said Miranda warningly. "Just leave him alone." They didn't even notice him walk by until his back was to them and he walked into the record store. Miranda smelled old leather and after shave on the guy.

"I saw them," said Chris.

"You're acting like a freaking teenager, knock it off!"

"Someone sticking up for the crazy that lives in the woods?" asked Larry laughing and punching Miranda softly in the arm. She rolled her eyes.

The guy wasn't in there for too long and when he came out the four of them looked at him. Everyone's eyes diverted to his scars except for Miranda's. Her eyes landed on his greenish brown ones. His eyes were different from everyone else's she ever looked at. His looked like he's seen things that he shouldn't have seen, seen things that were too horrible for any human's eye. Before Miranda could see anymore he looked away and headed towards his car.

"Did you see them?!" asked Suzie shaking Miranda's arm. She didn't acknowledge her she was so interested in the man that she couldn't take her eyes off of him.

"I think Miranda's in love," said Larry teasingly.

Miranda rolled her eyes. "Shut up."

LATER THAT NIGHT…

Miranda had finished her shift at the local bar. She walked to her car and she heard that same engine from earlier that day. She looked up from her car door and towards the sound. She watched it drive by slowly, she wasn't able to see him in the driver's side but she had a feeling he was staring at her. Miranda bit her bottom lip and got in her car. She locked the doors and waited till the engine was far away. She started her car and drove to her house. She kept looking in the rearview mirror…maybe the rumors were right? Maybe he was some serial killer and she was his next victim?!

"Calm down, Miranda, it's nothing!" She told herself as she parked in the driveway. She looked around noticing the wind blowing more than usual. She looked at her house seeing the lights flicker. "What the hell?!" She opened her car door and rushed up to her house. She opened the door and the light above her head flickered two more times then stopped. "Mom? Dad?" She closed the door behind her and looked around. It was silent. Well it was one in the morning…

Miranda walked up to her room and took off her jacket. There was a weird stench in the air that she never smelled before and her brother's video games were blasting! She sighed and walked over to her brother's room and knocked on the door. "Steve?...Steven?" She opened the door seeing the TV staring straight at her. Her brother's back was to her and she rolled her eyes. "Jesus Steve! You trying to wake everyone up in Hope?!" She walked over to the TV and shut it off. She turned around seeing her brothers head bent down. "Steve?...Steve…" She shook his shoulder. "This isn't funny." Steve fell out of the chair and Miranda screamed seeing her brother's neck sliced open. She ran to her parent's room to find them dead in their beds with their throats sliced. She screamed again and ran down the stairs to the kitchen. She grabbed the phone tears falling down her face and she was sobbing.

911 emergency.

"Please, please someone help! I'm at 23 Faith Road in Hope, South Dakota…My parents and brother are dead…" The phone disconnected and she looked at it. "Hello? Hello?!" She threw the phone. "Damn it!" She ran to her purse and grabbed her cell phone. Nothing. "What the hell is going on?!"

"Hello, Miranda," said an unfamiliar voice. Miranda looked up from her phone and saw a man standing in front of her. He had dark hair and dark brown eyes. Miranda started backing up. He smiled. "Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you."

"Help me with what?" She felt around the counter looking for anything to throw or stab this guy with.

"Well to be with your family again…in hell." His grin grew and Miranda felt herself being thrown against the counter hitting and bruising her back. She screamed in pain.

"Fuck you! You fucking freak!" yelled Miranda.

"Fuck you…fuck you…that's what you all say." He rolled his eyes. "Does it make you feel any bigger or better than me?!"

"What are you?"

"Me?" he said still grinning and he laughed. "I am the end." Miranda felt her hand land on something and she threw it at him. He screamed in pain and she looked to see what she had thrown at him. Salt? She grabbed the whole container and threw it at him making him scream more.

There was a bright light form in the middle of the room. The light didn't hurt her eyes but it was beautiful. A man in a trench coat stood in front of her. Miranda looked at him confused. He walked up to the man that had attacked her and her family and put his hand on his head causing him to shake. "This isn't it, Castiel!" yelled the man. "There are more of us! She will die! You can't protect her forever!" With that she watched the man fall to the ground. Miranda sobbed out of anger, fear and sadness. The man that the other man called Castiel turned to her.

"Miranda, as you heard my name is Castiel. You are in trouble…"But before he could say anymore they heard the sirens of the officers and ambulance and Castiel was gone. She held onto the counter and trying to keep herself up. What was going on? There was a loud bang from the officers coming in and they flashed their flashlights in her face.

"Miranda Roberts?" Miranda nodded. Everything seemed to be going fast and slow at the same time. What was going on? What has happened? She felt like she was not in her head and she was watching everything around her. The next thing she knows she was sitting on the brick wall with a blanket wrapped around her. She was answering questions to the officers.

"We're going to have to take you to the station for more questioning, Miranda," said Sheriff Leonard. She nodded not really hearing him. She looked up hearing that engine again as the Sheriff took her to his car. He opened the back door for her but Miranda was just staring at the driver in the car. He stared back not taking his eyes off of her then drove off. Miranda got in the car and stared out the window waiting for that classic beauty to drive by again, she wanted it to drive by again.

HOPE, SOUTH DAKOTA, POLICE STATION

"I don't care! I don't want to spend the night in a damn police station!" yelled Miranda standing up and pushing the chair out of the way.

"Miranda I understand that you just had a big lost…"said Sheriff Leonard trying to calm me down.

"No, you don't understand! You have a family! They are alive! Mine aren't! They died! They were murdered!"

"Just, calm down and finish telling us…"

"I told you everything! I came home; I found my brother in his room with his throat sliced the same with my parents. I called 911 and he came after me and then a man in a trench coat must have heard the yelling came in and killed the man."

"How?"

"I don't know…" She said quietly and she sat down. She looked at the officer. "I don't know, I saw him go up to the man and he fell to his knees. What else do you want? The man in the trench coat disappeared, must have run out the back door…"

"That's impossible Miranda. We had your house surrounded."

"Then he's in the house still…I don't know what do you want me to say? He disappeared into thin air?!"

Sheriff Leonard wiped his face with his hands and sighed. "Alright, I want you to get some sleep…"

"I am not spending a night in a police station. I will go to the only motel in Hope and stay there."

"Fine, get some sleep and come back tomorrow. Maybe a good night's sleep will help you remember." She nodded and got up and headed for the door. "Miranda do you need any help to your car?" She shook her head and walked out. Her car? How the hell did her car get to the police station? Deputy Harold handed her, her keys and she walked out.

She felt the cold night air hit her wet cheeks making her shiver. She wrapped her arms around herself and walked to her car. She opened the door and sat in the car. She stared out the window until she felt the anger start to fill her. "Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Shit!" She yelled hitting the steering wheel with her hands. She cried and leaned her head on the steering wheel. "Shit…" She stayed like the for a few more minutes until she felt herself become numb and started the car. She drove down the dark road and she looked at the clock. "Great, three in the friggin' morning." She knew the motel was probably not even open and she just drove, she didn't know where she was going.

"Pull over," said a familiar voice. She was startled by this and looked over to see that guy from her house in the trench coat. She pulled over and stopped the car.

"Who are you? How the hell did you get in my car?!"

"Calm down, Miranda." She shook her head and got out of her. She was losing her mind! She started backing away from the car and she ran into someone. She turned around, it was him! "How did you do that?! You were in my car and now…what?!"

"Miranda please let me explain."

Miranda backed up into her car staring at him. Tonight was the worst craziest night of her life. "You are in trouble."

"I figured that much." She rolled her eyes. "Please save the Terminator speech and tell me what the hell is going on and who the hell are you?!"

"Even after being with the Winchesters, I still don't understand sarcasm." He shook his head. "My name is Castiel; I'm an angel of the Lord." Miranda snorted.

"Yeah, right." She went to get back in her car.

"If you don't believe why do you have the tattoo of the cross on your back?" She turned back to him. "Because of faith, that's why. So have faith in angels, Miranda."

"Faith…You saw what happened to my family. How can I have faith anymore?"

"Because there is someone in this town that can help you, train you."

"Train me for what?"

"For a fight, a battle against good and evil."

"You've got to be kidding me." She rolled her eyes and leaned on the car.

"No, I am not kidding. I don't understand why you think I would tell a joke about this."

"It was an expression."

Castiel cocked an eyebrow at her. "The thing that had attacked you and your family was a demon. For some reason it wants you dead. We don't know yet but there is a way for you to fight and keep yourself safe."

"You said someone in this town."

Castiel nodded. "Yes, someone I haven't talked to in…six, seven years. He's in this town but I cannot find him, a few years ago I put a spell on him for no angel to be able to find him but you are able to find him."

"How do you know he's here?"

"I can sense his presence. Trust me he will be able to help you."

"How do I know who he is?"

"He drives a very unique car and he will have scars on his face."

Miranda looked him in the eyes. "No way…"

AN: So what do you guys think so far?