Disclaimer: I don't own any of the supernatural chars, or anything of the world it plays in. There are some original creations here, yes, but I try to keep as true to the awesome story and characters we have. But that's why it's Fan fiction, right?

Authors note: Ok, let's see. This story's been forming in my head for a while. I'm up to date with the series, so I suppose it's set somewhere along the time line we're at now(After Dead men don't wear plaid I guess... Or my Bloody valentine).

This chapter is Quite nice and friendly, but I'm plotting some drama and fighting along the way wouldn't be right if there wasn't and well, general fun.

First story in a LONG time on , so please review, help me with my writing and style and let me know what you think. Also I'm NOT a native speaker, and have dyslexia. Still I'm okey at English. First supernatural fic too.

"I'm on the highway to hell.....dedum dedum dum dumdedum" Tapping along with the rhythm on the wheel of the Impala, and singing horribly off-tune dean pulled into the drive of a cheap roadside motel. For the fist time in months he felt something comparing to happy. He grinned at Sam who was grumpily staring out the window. His annoyance at Deans music was so mundane it almost made him feel like they'd gone back in time. no angels, hardly any demons and no effing apocalypse. No evil Sam, no hell. For the moment he could all pretend it wasn't there.

"But you know soon something'll pop up and shatter the illusion." a treacherous little voice in the back of is head whispered. He parked the car in an empty lot. As soon as the car stopped sam opened his door and got out.

"I'll get us a room, you grab the bags" he leaned into the door of the car. Dean grinned at Sam

"Sure thing Sammy"

His legs hurt from sitting so long. They'd left bobby's yesterday, and were just stopping for the night now. Sam sat down on one of the two beds in the room, throwing his duffel bag down besides it.

"Gods, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep, I'll see you in the morning" he kicked off his shoes and crawled onto the bed more, drawing the covers over himself. Dean watched his brother breathe deeply and sink of into sleep. So far it seemed a good night. Sam even slept alright again.

He ambled over tot he cooler they carried along and grabbed a beer out of it. They'd have to restock soon, there were only 2 left and the ice was getting low. He shrugged, took out the two remaining beer and put the on the table. Before he carried the cooler outside, he looked back from the open door to watch his little brother sleep. He smiled and took a swing from his beer and went out to get new ice.

One more scoop should be enough. His phone buzzed and he grumbled a sigh. It never was anything good these days. He put his beer into the cooler by his feet and picked up his phone.

"Hello?" he one handedly put the lid back on the cooler and picked it up.

"Where are you?" a gravely voice said on the other side.

"Ah Cas, we're at the Roadrunner motel, room 12. Why? Anything good up?" He walked over to their room under the patio stretching around the courtyard of the motel. It probably was one of the nicer ones they'd stayed in a while, it even had a tree and some grass in the center of the courtyard, and the visitors cars were parked on it. There was a carport to the highway, but they'd been told after midnight the gates were closed. It felt safe and respectable, not the kind of place they'd usually stay, but it was the only motel for miles around. He unlocked the door to their room to find cas sitting by the table, just staring at the wall. Quickly looking over to Sam he saw the angel hadn't woken him up.

Dean put down the cooler by the table and grabbed his half finished beer out of it. He wordlessly offered one of the bottles o the table to Cas who shook his head. Shrugging he put them back into the newly iced cooler.

"So what brings you here?" Dean asked taking another swing of his beer. Cas looked dean straight into the eyes, unhumanly straight, it still made him uncomfortable when the angel did that.

"I caught something on the... "grapevine" I think the expression was? It's something that may help us. The angels they've lost someone, a child of heaven they call it. I thought they were all myths, but apparently an Angel created one. We need to find this child before heaven or hell do."

Dean looked at Cas in a confused manner.

"What's this whole child of heaven thing then?" He took another swing from his beer and Cas blinked.

"Oh I forget how little of heaven you know. They're like the anti-Christ, only then angelic. They're humans who have angel essence in them. They need to be awakened to their power however, by a dual ritual. The angels apparently created one, and awakened it, but now they lost track of it. It's powers can hide it. And since it's part human, it might've scared and hid."

Dean put his head in his hands, rubbing his temples. He was actually getting tired, no weary more like. He looked over at Sam rolling over on his back I his sleep.

"Okey, well... Try to find out some more, and we'll find this kid. But now I'm going to have some shut eye. Come back in the morning?" He looked up at Cas who nodded and disappeared with the sound of a slight fluttering of wings. He shook his head and took the last swing of his beer. He sighed as he put the bottle down and got ready for bed. "There goes my illusion"

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Dean woke up with a start. Instinctively he looked over at his brothers bed. It was empty. A key turned in the door and Dean looked over as the door opened slowly. Sam came in carrying a bag from a local diner, using a paper and a magazine as a tray. In his other hand he was carrying a cup of coffee which left the room keys in his mouth. Cas came I behind him, carrying two coffee cups and a bag. He closed the door behind them and nodded at Dean. Sam put down his burden on the table and smiled at dean.

"Morning sunshine. We got you some breakfast. Didn't want to wake you, cause I know you haven't been sleeping well." he nodded towards the bags. "The motel has it's own diner, and the nice lady behind the counter said room occupants can take their order to their room with them. So get some food into you."

Dean threw the covers off himself and stretched. He couldn't deny he was at least a little hungry, and his stomach made lying about it impossible as the smelled the food. It gave a low

grumble which made sam laugh and Cas smile. Cas'd grabbed a spare chair and cat there sipping his coffee.

Stretching dean sat down at he table, where Sam already sat on the other side. He pushed one of the bags over to dean, and opened his own, taking out a bagel with a lot of greens on it. Dean rolled his eyes and opened his own bag. He couldn't; help but smile. Inside was a toasted bun with eggs, bacon and cheese on it and a piece of what looked like cherry pie. He smiled as he pulled the food out.

"See, I never forget your pie" Sam smiled and took a bite form his bagel.

"'S a lot better then the health food you eat yeah. Thanks Sammy." Sam snorted and rolled his eyes looking over the morning paper again.

"If the apocalypse ain't gonna kill you, your eating habits will Dean. But there's no changing you." He smiled and shook his head. "Cas told me about the Angel kid... Thanks for not waking me up yesterday night. Also he said he had a lead..." Sam looked at Cas who was studying the ceiling. Cas looked at both of their expectant gazes.

"I'll tell you both after you've had breakfast. Enjoy your food first." The brothers looked at one another and dean shrugged taking another bite of food. The conversation ebbed around trivialities for a wile after. Local news, the fact that Cas seemed to enjoy coffee, how nice the day was in general and food.

"Ah, that was some good pie." Dean sighed and sat back, slapping his stomach in a content manner. Sam rolled his eyes and started cleaning up the bags from their breakfast.

"So what's this lead you got Cas?" He looked over at the angel, who snapped his face towards him.

"I have a name. Alexandra Mathews. The angels know she went to America a few months ago, she's from Europe. I also tracked her last known address and associate last night. It was no easy task but I got this." He held up his hand. Between his thumb and forefinger was a long wavy hair. Sam and dean looked at it, then at each other and back.

"How do you know it's hers?" Sam asked staring at the hair. Cas blinked.

"It's distinctly different from any human hair. It feels different. Of course it wouldn't to humans. But to em it does." Dean Laughed.

"Well what I want to know is where you found it?" Cas stared at Dean, looking slightly uneasy.

" On the pillow of a young male associate who apparently doesn't change his bedding much. She's been off the continent for 3 months now." both brother stared at the hair and then laughed.

"You stole a hair from her lovers pillow, you mean?" Dean said, fighting to keep his laughter in check. "So, now what do we do with it?"

"Well, we have a name, and part of her body. I think we need to see... What do you call them? Psychics?" Sam and Dean stared at Cas. Dean raised an eyebrow.

" I thought you said her powers hid her from being tracked?" Cas nodded gravely.

"It does from angelic and Demonic ways of tracking. Not human magic." Dean looked from Cas to Sam who shrugged.

"If he says so... Missouri?" Dean nodded.

"Our best shot I think."

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Lawrence Kensas.

They drove up to the rackety whitewashed wooden house. It looked like the occupant had been fighting a halfhearted battle with old age and decrepitude for the past few years. The front yard was overgrown with weeds, here and there a bush was still recognizable as being purposely planted. The white picket fence was turning green and generally dissembled. Some charms jingled on a tree branch in the wind. They pulled up to the curb and parked the Impala. Sam got out of the car and leaned against it, running his hands through his hair. A look of disbelief on his face as the looked up at the peeling white paint on the house. A window was boarded up on the top floor.

"You called ahead, right?" Dean asked incredulously. Sam looked behind him to his brother and nodded.

"Yeah she said this is still her address. And she said sorry for the mess..." They walked up the footpath slowly, careful not to trip over the tree root halfway up. Cas walked silently behind them. He'd joined them in the car for the last leg of the journey, because he knew it made them more comfortable then him just appearing.

"Well, this sure is a mess yeah." A dream catcher and wind charm tangled on the front porch. The brass sign saying " Missouri, psychic" hung crooked by one screw by the door. The string on the doorbell was so threadbare they daren't use it. Dean looked at sam with raised eyebrows, and sam just shrugged. He raised his hand to knock, but before his knuckles touched the peeling door, it opened.

"Boys! So glad you've come." Missouri smiled at both of them and then looked at Cas. "Well, aren't you a strange sight.... Come on in you three." The inside of the house was cluttered, but less neglected then the outside. Missouri led the three of them to her parlor. Dust covered almost everything in a thin layer, but it seemed no worse for wear. She ushered them to sit down, and bustled off to make something to drink.

"Missouri, what happened here?" Dean called looking around the parlor. Sam dragged his finger over the dusty coffee table, leaving a clear line. Cas sat on a chair by the window gazing off into space, like he did more often.

"Well what do you think happened? The apocalypse is happening, so I'm rather busy keeping people living, helping out hunters and keeping peace. The spirit world is very upset, you know. We're at war. I don't have the time I used to, to clean and do housekeeping!" she wiped a cloth over the table and set down a tray of cookies and four cups. She sat herself down and smiled at Dean and Sam.

"You boys.... You've been through so much already. You're keeping well under the circumstances. It's good to see you both." She looked at Cas.

"You however, I don't know what to make of. You're.... An Angel? Goodness but you're not like the ones the spirits tell me about. Or else you wouldn't be here with them." She nodded at Sam and dean who looked at one another and shrugged.

"No. I am not. I rebelled, I'm experiencing new things called feelings, and consider Sam and Dean friends. I am not like my brethren anymore." Missouri looked at Cas a little longer as if much more then words had passed between them and then the tension eased as she shrugged.

"Well, you're here for a finding ritual, right? And since there's an Angel here, I suppose it's one of importance. But first you boys eat something and have some rest. It must have been a long journey." She smiled and poured the coffee.

They spend the rest of the day helping Missouri clean up a little, and talking of all the things that happened the past 4 years. Missouri of course knew most of what happened before she was told, but allowed them to do their stories anyway. And Missouri told them how the spirit world had gotten increasingly uneasy these past years. Cas was quite as ever, though sometimes Missouri would look at him and nod afterwards, as if some sort of communication had passed between them. That evening Missouri cooked for the four of them, though it took some convincing to make Cas join them out of courtesy. After dinner she set the brother to doing the dishes.

"And you boys don't break anything, okey? I'll prepare this ritual then." she opened a cupboard and took out five thick white candles. She put those on the floor by the table leg, and went back into the cupboard, to grab a pewter tripod basin. She also grabbed a small chest and put it onto the floor besides her. She opened the wooden chest with a key from her breast pocket and took out a piece of chalk. She turned to the small, round, ancient oak coffee table kneeled next too and set the chalk to the wood.

"Stop." Cas grabbed her hand "No-one must know about this ritual, or they will track her. I must hide it." He closed his eyes for a moment or two, putting two fingers on the piece of chalk. And then he nodded. Raising an eyebrow Missouri started drawing the circle and lines to form a pentagram. She put five of the candles on the points and placed the tripod basin in the middle. She took an long match from the chest and was just about to start lighting the candles when the brothers walked back in.

"Did you two finish?" she asked them with a stern look Sam nodded before sitting down on the carpet by the table. When all four of them were sitting down around the table on the floor and Missouri was satisfied they'd done the dishes well enough, she struck the match. Lighting each candle in turn calling them by their elements she looked up at each of them in turn. When she was satisfied no-one was backing down she started pulling herbs bags from her chest. Crumbling the herbs into the basin, chanting in an old African language they could not decipher. After throwing three white dried flower petals in the bowl and several minutes of chanting she looked at Cas. He took the envelope in which he kept the hair out of his coat, and gave it to Missouri, who took out the hair delicately and, eyes almost closed dropped it into the basin, struck a match and threw it in as well.

"Where is she, Alexandra Mathews....." she muttered, staring into the flames which had a specific green burn. The candles flared and died, just as the basin did and Missouri slumped backwards, eyes closed. Sam and Dean were up in an instant and at her side, Sam catching her before she hit her head.

"Missouri! You alright?" Sam tapped her cheek gently trying to get a response. She opened her eyes and sat up right away.

"I'm fine boys. I know where she is though. And you won't like it," She looked at Sam sympathetically, taking his hand into hers. "She's at Stanford."

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