Disclaimer: What (or who) you recognize doesn't belong to me, but to the awesomeness that is Eric Kripke and Supernatural. I'm the mind behind the OC and the plot. Story title from a song by Minus.

A/N: Something incredibly random that just popped into my head last night and wouldn't let me sleep until I wrote it all down. Let me know what you think; I've never written anything like it and I'd love some feedback.

throwaway angel

He appeared out of nowhere. One minute the parking lot was an empty space except a few cars here and there, as well as me, the next he was standing there. I couldn't see his face from where I sat. All I saw, by the streetlights, was his worn trench-coat. He was dark-haired and from the look of it, his head was tilted upward, toward the night-sky, which was branded with stars.

It might have been the fact that he popped out of nowhere, or that this mysterious man emitted something unknown to me (nothing threatening, per se, just… inexplicable), but whatever it was, my breath was caught in my throat and I held it there, as my heart increased its pace inside my chest.

I tried my best to slink back into the shadows, to become one with them (I was an easy person to overlook, always had been), but I knew, without actually knowing, that he was aware of my presence. I had never before been so certain of anything, and that confused me.

Who was this man?

After what seemed like hours, my heart finally slowing down a tad bit, the man lowered his face, looking defeated. I wanted to say something; it was a sudden urge, but strong nonetheless. This man seemed in desperate need of hope. I kept quiet, however, kept to the shadows, because what could I possibly say that would inspire him? Had I been an inspirational speaker, I wouldn't be where I was.

I observed him the entire time he stood there, mere yards away. He was very still – almost inhumanly so – just standing there, seemingly waiting for something. It should have bored me minutes earlier, sitting there and watching a man that did nothing except look into space, but I was rooted to my spot, my curiosity peaked. Something about him told me he was powerful; and not in a I'm-rich-and-I'm-powerful kind of way, but more like… heavenly. Powerful in a way that's beyond humanity.

Sometime later, whatever it was he was waiting for seemed to have made its presence known. The air was no longer tense, which it had been since his appearance; suddenly it was much more… lighthearted. I was wondering what I'd be witnessing this time – something weirder than a man materialize out of thin air? I highly doubted it.

Suddenly, he turned. My breath was once again caught short in my throat and I couldn't explain why because he was an ordinary looking man. Except his eyes that burned with an intensity I'd never before witnessed. They saw right through me.

He looked at me, but said nothing. I'd done my best to keep to the shadows, but it seemed as though those did little in his case; it was as though his eyes could see through anything, even darkness itself.

I'd never before in my entire life felt like I did just then (and I'm still not sure what it was I felt). For some reason, I connected this man with a sign from God himself, something otherworldly, something that maybe would bring meaning into my life, peace and happiness. As it is, I couldn't explain it then and I can't explain it now.

He vanished into thin air. As suddenly as he materialized in front of my eyes, as suddenly he disappeared. I could have sworn that a small smile had adorned his rather handsome and serene face before the bright light blinded my vision.

A smile of pure victory and relief.

It was a smile that happened to settle the demons in my soul.

Finis