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Driving. Driving had always been so soothing to him. Maybe because it was the one thing that he could do that there was absolutely no possibility of anything interrupting him. He was driving and he was off in his own little world. He could think, think about everything, his father, his friends, Jo. Or he could think about nothing. He could blast the music, drive as fast as he wanted, pull over whenever he wanted. There was nothing that he wasn't in control of, nothing at all. He felt safe in his Jeep, it was decked out and had hidden weapons all over the damn place, so it was the one place where he could get relaxed. Or as close to relaxed as he ever got to.

Right now was driving at it's best. It was in the middle of the night, it was a long interstate and there wasn't another car on the road. It was lucky that he had stumbled across this lead just before he was going to go to sleep. A random death in the obituary that he had overlooked at first, but at second glance he noticed that something was off. He saw that it had been a heart attack, he didn't realize until his second read through that the man had been 25 years old. And it wasn't the only strange death in the area, other things like that had been happening over the past few weeks, and he figured it was time for someone to come in and check it out. It could have been a fat load of nothing, but it was an excellent excuse to get a little midnight driving in, something that he was a fan of.

Nothing beat driving twenty miles per hour over the speed limit with the windows down. If someone were to look in on his car and had a magnifying glass at his face, they might see a tiny upturn at the end of his lips that could actually be a smile. The tiny sign of approval of his situation went out like a light when he noticed a car on the side of the road ahead of him. Sure, he was going fast and it was dark out, but there was no mistaking that damn Impala. There were a few things that every hunter knew by sight...there was the crucifix, and devil's trap, and that god damn Impala. It meant that there was some serious shit about to be dropped upon everyone.

Sure, they survived. They always pulled through in the end, how happy for them. But unholy hell rained down everywhere that they went, and unsuspecting bystanders, hunters and other beings were always caught in the crossfire. Of course, that didn't matter as long as the Winchesters made it out alive...he wasn't bitter, of course not. He didn't know the meaning of the word bitter. He just would like to bury his knuckles in Dean Winchester's smug face, that was all. Of course, like him or not, he was a fellow hunter. And even if it meant that Lucifer himself was going to rise up from a crack of the ground, because he was waiting for Dean to be at that exact spot to spring out, he felt like he was obligated to see what was going on, make sure everything was alright.

He had met the Winchesters had met once or twice, their paths crossing at different jobs that they were both chasing. They had been useful enough, and he'd managed to escape from the situation with all of his appendages. So, aside from his hatred of their general attitude towards the entire world and each other, he had no reason to wish the Winchesters any serious harm. So, he pulled over behind the Impala, and got out, making sure his gun was out and loaded. His headlights were up, making sure the area was well lit. He hoped like hell nothing was seriously wrong, he didn't need anything to ruin this relatively decent night.

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<div style="font-size:8px; font-family:georgia; text-transform:uppercase; color:383838; text-align:justify; line-height:100%; width:400; padding-bottom:5px"><br>He's not as bad like this reputation I can't hear one single word they said, no You really got places to be and I'll be old then I always forget to tell you I love you, I loved you from the very first day - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</div>

<div style="background-color:FFFFFF; height:300; color:000000; line-height:100%; text-align:justify; padding:2px; font-size:10px; overflow:auto">After her good long chat with Castiel, Giselle had a new found courage it seemed. She was determined to be more vigilant and a better cherub to keep her charge out of harm's way. She still made it a point to not be in his Jeep with him though. That wouldn't end well for either of them she figured. Giselle knew that Ian was still apprehensive about her, even after she had saved him. However, Giselle refused to abandon her charge, she was better than that.<p>

Giselle wasn't sure what Ian was chasing exactly. The whole thing had her puzzled. Then he stopped and pulled over. She appeared by the Jeep when he parked. “What's wrong, Ian?” she asked, “You've gotten side tracked.” She was the angel on his shoulder, and she was going to be a good cherub and make sure her charge didn't get seriously hurt. She cared about him, that was enough for the actions. <p>

She looked around and noticed a black car. Now who was that? Was it someone Ian knew? Now she was curious. She wasn't sure just who that was and “Be careful Ian, something is not right about this place,” Giselle said to inform him. She felt flighty here. The cherub sensed another person in the vicinity, she felt that that wasn't the problem. However whatever it was that got Ian worked up moreso than usual was what concerned her. <p></div>

<div align="left"><div style="font-size:8px; font-family:georgia; text-transform:uppercase; color:383838; text-align:justify; line-height:100%; width:380"><br>And I watch you fly around the world And I hope your you don’t save some other girl I hope you don't forget about me I'm far away but I'll never let you go I'm lovestruck and looking out the window Don't forget, don't forget where I'll be - - - -
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Dean loved his Impala. It was his car, the one thing he used and he loved it's capacity. The trunk was filled with weapons, rock salt, crosses, and almost everything one could need for a hunt. Of course, his car needed it's maintenance, and with it's staggering price to fill the tank, it was getting tougher to live off of. Sure, Dean would simply go hustle some pool or at the tables in the back-rooms, but it would only go so far. Of course, he also needed to worry about supplies, room for the nights, and Sam. Though he knew that he could live with it, and he'd always find a way to keep them going.

Though, on the plus side, Lucifer was out of the picture. For now anyway. Mephi- whatever his name was trying to bring the Devil right back into Georgia was not the best of plans for him and hunter's like him. He and Sam would find a way to stop it, they always had. That was their job, and it was mostly their responsibility anyway, seeing as they had started a good portion of it. The open road was quite nice this time of night.

Pulling off the road, Dean leaned back in his seat and sighed. He'd been driving almost non-stop lately. Sam was with Bobby while Dean went out on a hunt, he still didn't entirely trust Sam. Besides, his brother was a wreck after getting back from the cage. Hell, anyone would be after sharing a midnight motel with a pissed off Lucifer and Michael. He was brought back from his thoughts by headlights veering into his plane of vision, the mirror reflecting them from the shining light coming from the rear of the car. Dean saw the man approach, noted the loaded gun at his side. Grasping the grip of his Beretta 9mm pistol, Dean placed it by his side, almost invisible by the driver's side door, only visible if someone leaned in to look. He wasn't taking any chances.

That was when he saw a woman pop into view. She hadn't come from the car. No, she'd appeared there. Dean figured this was either an angel or a demon of some sort. Lowering his gaze, he sighed, opening the door and stepping out from the car. Looking at the man, Dean recognized Ian from a few hunts back in the day. Though he knew that plenty of hunters hated him and Sam for what they'd done, and even two of them going as far as killing them. Of course, the Heaven rout was peachy, but at least they'd gotten out of there. Not saying anything, Dean looked at Ian, his pistol resting in his hand by his side, thumb on the hammer.
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Ian knew how this could be looked at badly. Dean was a hunter, and a damn good one at that, as much as it pained him to admit it to himself. He wasn't going to just let someone pull up to the side of the road behind him without taking precautions to make sure that he wasn't trouble. He was just going to make sure that he didn't do anything to alarm him...the last thing that he needed to do was die at the hands of Dean Winchester, god that would suck worse than almost any fate he could think of. He wasn't armed, at least not in any visible way, so he wasn't posing any sort of threat to the other man, hopefully that would be enough for him to not get shot right off the bat. Once they got past the initial hellos they'd be able to further establish that they weren't anything sinister.

He was just about to make his approach towards the Impala when he felt the all too familiar presence of the angel on his shoulder. Why the hell was she here now? He didn't really want to deal with more than one person around here who he felt incredibly awkward around, awkward meant almost vulnerable and he didn't do vulnerable. He was tough, a bad ass, nobody messed with him. "Are you my mother now?" He asked softly, glancing at her. Not that his mother had ever really looked after him all that much, but he didn't really need to bring that up right now. "I pulled over to the side of the road, I'm not getting attacked by anything evil or whatever." He murmured, wondering if she was this worried about him that he couldn't even pull over without having her bother him. Honestly, it felt a little condescending, like he couldn't be trusted to take care of himself anymore or something. He'd been a hunter for a long time before he got a guardian angel, and he'd managed to make it this long. "Don't worry about me..."

Trying to shake the feeling that being a hunter with a guardian angel is kind of cheating, he began to walk towards the car. He pulled over for a reason, and once he had made sure that Dean was okay and not dead, he was going to get the hell out of there. "Dean Winchester!" He called out loud enough for him to hear him from inside the car. "You...alright...in there?" He asked, not really sure how to explain the reason for being there right then. It wasn't even like he felt any sort of affection towards the man, quite the opposite. It was more like a soldier checking in on a platoon to make sure that everyone was okay, in case they could use each other in battle.

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<div style="background-color:FFFFFF; height:300; color:000000; line-height:100%; text-align:justify; padding:2px; font-size:10px; overflow:auto">“I can't be too careful, Ian,” Giselle said, “You're my charge.” The cherub made her way towards Ian. She knew that he was never really happy to see her. She couldn't really abandon her charge so she put up with it. Something just wasn't right about this situation is all. Giselle was well aware that Ian could take care of himself quite well, that didn't change the fact that she was assigned to at least keep harm at arm's length from him. Giselle was on a second wind in a sense, since she had found new courage in this adventure of an assignment. <p>

Giselle wasn't really armed. She did have the standard powers of angels, probably on a lower scale, than say... Castiel, but they were enough to scare demons. The thing was, Giselle rarely exercised those powers. She rather that she didn't use her power in such a violent way. <p>

From Ian's facial expression there wasn't much that Giselle needed to worry about. He did seem distracted, and this other car was oddly placed if anything. The name that Ian had called out did intrigue her. Dean Winchester? A smile found it's way to her lips. She had heard of this person from Castiel, and had been wanting to meet him. If her brother had said such things, good things, about him then Giselle was certain that it would be okay to meet him. </div>

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Dean had heard Ian call out to him from behind his car, approaching slowly. He'd seen the angel, that could be good or bad. Seeing as some angel's had defected were always a bad sign, but most held strong. Though Dean knew all angel's, most anyways, were simply looking out for their own whiny selves. Looking at Ian, Dean forced himself to crack a smile, moving forward a bit, carefully putting the pistol back into the back waist-band of his pants. “Hey, been a while, what's hangin?” He said, looking to Giselle. “Never figured you for an angel type, Ian, what's the deal?” He said, smirking.

Of course, that could also mean that he really didn't need the gun anyway, the angel probably wouldn't enjoy any violence between them, so this could go without anything rash. Of course, that was like saying a cop in a bank can hold the line between some robber's and the money, but it was worth a shot. “Nice to meet you by the way, I'm hoping your not one that sided with the angels on jumping the apocalypse or anything...” He said, smirking at her. Hey, he couldn't help it her vessel was smoking. Of course, he wasn't sure how she would take that, so he just shut up and looked around.

“So Ian, what brings you out here?” He said, trying to get a steady conversation going. Of course, he might have just pissed off an angel and possibly another hunter. Seeing as they were in the middle of nowhere and it was a bit dark, something could or couldn't happen that might be bad.
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Ian couldn't help but think that she really could, in fact, be too careful. Actually, she was being way too careful. He wasn't a child, he was a grown man and he could take care of himself. Considering he had lived his entire life until now without an angel staring over his shoulder, he thought that the fact that she was showing up as soon as things look like they could almost possibly maybe going askew for him was a little bit much. He wasn't really the type to care about what other people thought of him, but he couldn't help but wonder how it must look as a hunter to have an angel show up when things get rough. Not taking care of himself, no, he has an angel fighting his battles for him. That's so not the truth, not even close, but that was how it could look.

He kept all of this to himself, though, as he always did. If he was anyone else, someone like Dean, he would have shoved his opinions right down her throat and made her regret she gave a shit about him as a charge at all, but he wasn't, so he didn't. His thoughts didn't matter all that much, he was her charge no matter what, so he kept them to himself. It was so typical of himself to have insane internal monologues, so much shit going on in his head, while on the outside he appears calm and cold as always. He was stoic and serious on the outside, while all of the action seemed to happen below the surface. As he walked towards the familiar Impala, his face was stony and emotionless, all business, while his mind went through all of the possible scenarios that could possibly happen.

It hasn't been nearly long enough, Ian thought, but once again he kept those thoughts to himself. He wasn't going to try and act friendly, because he was never friendly towards anyone whether he liked them or not. "Not a damn thing." He said, though he gave a small grimace at his little snipe about the angel standing next to him, just like he had expected. "I'm not an angel type, she wont leave me alone." He said quickly without thinking about it much before he said it. He couldn't help feeling slightly bad for what he said, glancing over at Giselle to see how she reacted to it, though he doesn't let it show that he actually gave a crap about saying it.

He fought the urge to roll his eyes at the way Dean talked to and looked at Giselle, the way he did with every single girl he'd ever encountered. He just hoped that she was better than the rest of them...he already had Jo fawning over him, he didn't need another. "What brought me out here?" He asked, forcing himself to focus again. "Saw your wreck on the side of the road, wanted to make sure you weren't gutted on the asphalt. Just doing my part." He said with a small smirk on his lips.

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<div style="background-color:FFFFFF; height:300; color:000000; line-height:100%; text-align:justify; padding:2px; font-size:10px; overflow:auto">Ian had gone silent and Giselle sort of felt her heart sink. She didn't think that she should have felt that way but she did. However, she made it a point to not let Ian detect a shred of what she was really feeling, she didn't think he needed to know. She was just the cherub looking after him. Sure, she was a little braver than she was the last time she had spoken to Ian, but it didn't change that he had said some hurtful things to her. Giselle didn't do anything other than protect him. She also hadn't shown up that much, she was trying to treat this as a protect from afar kind of case. <p>

Giselle looked to the sound of a car door creaking open and slamming shut. A man had gotten out of the car. She had to admit, she was ecstatic to meet him, she had been since Castiel had mentioned him. So that was Dean Winchester? Giselle assumed that since he was the only one in that car. When he approached Ian, she kept an eye on him, hoping that nothing bad would happen. She would be in a dilemma if a sort of fight broke out between these two. She wouldn't hurt her brother's friend. <p>

When he looked at her with a certain smirk, she blinked. It was an odd sort of look, that she hadn't gotten before. Giselle's face fell a bit when Ian blurted out such a statement about her, it was likely unnoticeable though. The angel regained her cheerful mood swiftly, and just smiled right back at Dean in a sweet and innocent manner. “My name's Giselle, it's nice to meet you, Dean,” Giselle said, “oh... no, I wasn't, peace is nice, but not worth so many lives.” That smirk was intriguing to say the least.</div>

<div align="left"><div style="font-size:8px; font-family:georgia; text-transform:uppercase; color:383838; text-align:justify; line-height:100%; width:380"><br>And I watch you fly around the world And I hope your you don’t save some other girl I hope you don't forget about me I'm far away but I'll never let you go I'm lovestruck and looking out the window Don't forget, don't forget where I'll be - - - -
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Dean knew that Ian hated him. Hell, most hunter's nowadays did. After all, buck-shot to the chest was a pretty clear sign that he and his brother weren't all that with the other hunter's. Of course, they'd gotten back, and maybe that was a reason everyone was mad. The fact that they were the one's to kick start the Apocalypse, and while everyone else was dying, he and Sam got a free pass for infinite re-spawns. It was more of a cheat code, thanks to Castiel being there all the time.

Ian was probably the least hunter to hate them. Granted, Dean knew that pretty much all hunters (Ian included) didn't like him, so the fact that Ian was giving him a sarcastic answer was quite predictable. “Nah I'm good, besides, we got angel's watchin out for us.” He said, glancing to Giselle, who had just introduced herself. Looking to her as she finished speaking, Dean nodded. “Least someone's on the right mind-set around here.” He said, smirking a little.

Looking around, Dean narrowed his eyes. “I was only relaxing, I haven't heard much for a hunt just yet, I was going to look around the town up ahead, actually.” He said, knowing full well that he still hadn't gotten much activity lately, which was odd. The fact was, the lid was off the pot, demons and creatures were showing up everywhere. They didn't have the man-power to deal with all of them. That was why Castiel was bringing some hunter's back, to fight and stave off the evil headed towards everyone.
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