Guardian Angel

nine.

"So, we're supposed to have a case in Oklahoma, but the doctor said to go home and give rest, so I'm taking you home and we'll let someone else take the glory." Dean says with a solid face as he drives.

"Dean. I'm fine." I roll my eyes.

"No Sammy, you aren't." He looks at me and then back at the road, "I mean, I'm sure you're better than you were, but this isn't up for a damn discussion okay. Please." I nod and look out the window.

Dean and I drive in a bit of silence, then Andy appears in the backseat.

"Jesus," Dean jumps, "you would think I'd be used to that by now." He half smiles, then adverts his eyes to the rearview mirror.

"So what's your name miss "I appear in people's cars"?" He directs towards her. I sit in silence with a small smile as she begins to speak in her, pun intended, heavenly voice.

"My name is Andrea Hall. You're Dean Winchester, I have heard a lot about you." His brows furrow.

"Then I can assume the worst." He relaxes his face.

"Most of it has been from Castiel. As you would call them, "old war stories". I enjoyed the entertainment." She laughed and looked out the window.

The sun is setting now, she notices.

"Your world is absolutely beautiful Sam Winchester. Nothing compared to some parts of where I'm from, but it is still so beautiful." She makes eye contact with me through the mirror.

My breathing catches.

I smile a small smile.

I can already picture the smirk dean has.

I look back and there she is, sitting there all peaceful.

I admire her beauty. How her hair flows down her shoulders and how her eyes move with every passing car. Her black leather jacket is the complete opposite of a 'stereotypical angel' look.

I advert my eyes to her lips.

I remember kissing them, how soft and innocent they were.

I'm snapped back to reality when she makes eye contact with me.

"Why are you staring at me Sam." She says as her brows furrow.

I can't seem to find the words.

"I um, you...I don't know." I look down, my face hot.

Dean chuckles.

"So, Andy? What exactly is your business down here with my brother?" He asks, my face still hot.

"I can't disclose that information at this time. But I can tell you that I'm supposed to protect him at all costs. With my life." She makes eye contact through the mirror with that last statement.

"So you're taking over my job, huh?" Dean jokes.

"I hate to inform you, but it has always-" I cut her off.

"He's joking Andy." She shrugs and returns to looking out the window.

We drive for about another fifteen, making small talk here and there. When we reach our place of residence, its night time. We all gather our belongings and make our way inside.

Dean heads towards the kitchen, probably to fix a drink.

"Andy, there's an empty bedroom across from mine." I attempt to take her bag and lead her down the hallway.

She politely takes a firmer grasp on the bag and starts towards her new room.

Dean reappears, drink in hand.

Once out of sight, and earshot, Dean speaks up.

"Well she's a real catch." He takes a sip, I give him a dirty look.

"You remember Cas when we first met him, all proper and such. That's how she is, just give her time." I know I probably shouldn't have gotten as defensive, but I did.

He throws his hands up an walks towards his room, I sit in silence for a moment before retreating to mine.

As I walk into my room, she's standing by her door.

She walks over to me

"Goodnight Sam, I'm right across the hall, I'll be there if you need me." She grabbed my hand and squeezed it before letting it go and returning to her room.

I honestly get mixed emotions and feelings from the angel across the hall, all I know is that I hope she doesn't go anywhere any time soon.