CHAPTER 1: 1ST MEETING

I sat alone in a sleezy bar. I didn't know what to do anymore. I was tired and had no one. Mom had died, Dad had drifted away, and Sam had gone to Stanford. I felt worse when a familiar song played.

'Gypsy, sittin' lookin' pretty
The broken rose with laughin' eyes
You're a mystery, always runnin' wild
Like a child without a home

You're always searching
Searching for a feeling
That it's easy come and easy go

Oh, I'm sorry but it's true
You're bringin' on the heartache.'

"You shouldn't drink away your problems." I heard a deep and gravelly voice say.

I turned around and saw a man about my age. He had messy dark hair and...the most beautiful blue eyes. They took my breath away. They reminded me of an angel's. I started to feel...

I have been drinking way too much. I was straight and a womanizer. I do not think men are attractive.

"Yeah. You are problems, right? So why are you here?" I asked. He was dressed like a tax accountant in his suit and trench coat.

"I was told to meet someone here." He said. "That they needed my help."

"Really?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah." He smiled a small smile. A kind and comforting one. I felt safe. I hadn't felt that since I was four.

"Let's go somewhere and talk. This bar is lame and I am hungry." I announced.

"Sure." He smiled.

We left the bar and went across the street to a diner. He got a hamburger and fries. I ordered a double cheeseburger, fries, and got a beer.

"I thought you were going to stop drinking, Gypsy." A deep voice said.

"Gypsy?" I snorted.

"Yeah." He shrugged "You remind me of that song and you do look like a man who travels."

"I do. And my name is Dean Winchester." I informed him.

"Nice to meet you Dean. I'm Castiel Novak." He responded.

"Nice to meet you too." I smiled.

"Why don't you tell me about yourself?" Castiel leaned forward.

"Um, okay. I was born January 24th, 1979. In Lawrence, Kansas. My mother's name was Mary and my father's name is John. I got a brother, Sammy on May 2nd 1983." I listed from my mind. "You?"

He shifted and looked uncomfortable.

"I was born July 10th, 1973 in Pontiac, Illinois. I don't really have a mother. My father's name is Chuck and my aunt's name is Amara. My siblings are Anna and Hannah. Fraternal twins. I have a rather large family outside of that." He said awkwardly.

I felt some of that was lies or not the full truth. I shook it off. Maybe I was just paranoid.

"Job?" He asked.

"Um?" I paused to come up with something.

"A hunter, correct?" Castiel said.

"What?" How did he know?

"A hunter. Of Supernatural creatures." He stated.

"How?"

"I can tell. And I am a hunter also." Castiel told me.

"Really?" I was surprised.

"Yeah. Not for long. A few years." He shrugged.

"What was your job before that? What happened?" I asked.

"It was pretty boring. I was a sales provider for AM radios. Then...well things got a little crazy with demons. People got hurt or killed. Anna and Hannah. I had to do something. I worked with a group of hunters for a while. I went solo sometimes. Once I had to be a gas station clerk named Steve. Now I am lost and trying to find my way." Castiel looked really upset and I felt bad for him.

"I'm sorry." I chugged my beer down.

"What is your story? If you don't mind."

"I don't. I have been hunting for a very long time. When I was four and Sammy was exactly 6 months, our mother was killed by a demon. She was on the ceiling with her stomach cut open and she...burst into flames." I paused and tried not to cry. I got another beer and chugged that one. "Dad wanting revenge started hunting everything he could. And raised us into it. Saving people hunting things, the family business." I snorted.

"What is funny?" Castiel asked.

"Well. Sam went to Stanford." I started.

"Stanford? Isn't that great?" He wondered.

"But he left us." I told him.

"He left hunting. I doubt he wanted to leave his family. I have only been hunting a few years and I already want to quit. I can't imagine doing it my whole life. Since I was a kid." Castiel said.

"I guess so." I took another chug of my drink.

"Have you tried talking to him?" He asked.

"No. He probably won't answer." I mumbled.

"Then, keep trying. I regret how I treated my sisters before they died. I don't want you to feel that same regret." Castiel told me.

"Ok. Maybe later. He isn't going anywhere." I replied.

He sighed, but left it alone. Castiel went to get up. My hand, against my control, grabbed his sleeve. He looked surprised.

"Don't go, Angel." I whispered.

"Ok, Gyspy." He smiled.

He sat across me and we talked all night. I told me about my childhood. The hunts, the schools, and the good times with Sam.

I talked about Sam a lot. I talked about how we burnt down that field on July 4th 1996. When he broke his arm because he thought Batman could fly and I had to drive him to the ER on my hand bars. The times we got Legos stuck in the air vents. The army man in the back. Our initials craved in it. My necklace. How close we were.

I talked about how Sam changed. He became restless and rebellious. Soon, he and Dad were always fighting. He would disappear. Then, he went to Stanford.

By that time, I was really drunk. My words started slurring. I felt really heavy and tired. Luckily, I had Castiel. I had my angel. I had someone one. Someone who didn't need me to be strong.

Author's Note: What do you think so far? What do you think will happen?

And Cas is from a different time. This is kind of time travel. What time do you think he is from?