Wow, okay! It's been a long time since I've written a fanfic for anything, but, thankfully, I have yet to ever stop writing at all so here's hoping this goes well. For some reason or another, I'm new to the Supernatural fandom. I know, it's a shame. Anyway, there's a lack of Balthy/OC fics out there, especially long ones, so I thought I'd help out with that.

As stated, this takes place after the season 8 finale, so it's sort of during season 9. Others are going to come back, too, so be on the lookout for your favorite dead people, especially of the angel type.

I have no idea how long this fic will be, I have no idea if I'll even finish it, but I wanted a nice little side project and this is it. If you've skipped all of this and jumped straight to the story, no one blamed you. Here we go!

A red and black striped 1961 Dodge Challenger sped down the paved back road at nearly one in the morning until Catherine was at least fairly sure she was far enough away from any police man's watchful eye. There must have been previous reports of vandalism in that graveyard prior to her finding the body of her ghostly friend. It didn't look good on her to be caught burning bodies, but, thankfully, she wasn't caught. Just very nearly.

So ridiculously stupid, but at least she got the bitch.

She pulled off to the side of the road, keeping a watchful eye to make sure no one decided in that moment to come around the next bend. She was in the thick of trees and, at this hour, it would look just a little suspicious to find her here now. Years of hunting and now she decides to be paranoid over the cops.

With a sigh, Catherine reached for the sawed off shotgun in the passenger seat, cocking the barrel and checking on her ammo. Only one salt shell left in the gun. She had been lucky. Cat reloaded the gun and turned the safety on, before putting it back and reaching for her pistol stuffed in the back of her jeans, when a shimmer caught her eyes shining off the hood of her car.

She jumped and looked to the source, seeing nothing there. If she hadn't been so jumpy over the police, she may have missed the small light. Catherine took a calming breath and leaned forward in her seat, palming her pistol, but nothing happened for several tense seconds until another small light darted across the hood. It was a reflection from- She looked to the sky. They must have been falling stars.

A deep breath that she hadn't realized she had been holding escaped her and she leaned back in her seat just in time to catch another dart across the sky. Drawing her attention back to the gun in her hands, Catherine took out the magazine to count what was left of her bullets when she suddenly realized that she could see a great deal better than a few seconds ago. Upon looking up again, Catherine saw a lot more meteors than she had assumed would be in a meteor shower, some traveling slowly across the sky, others being... almost big enough to make out. They must be big. They couldn't be that close... but it was so many.

She stopped counting after she reached thirteen before loading her gun again and stepping out of the car. The wind had picked up and the sound of a loud, far off, roaring echo traveled through the area. Catherine was no expert about anything like this, but she was fairly sure meteor showers didn't feel and sound like this. This felt like... like something was actually a little too close for comfort and wasn't entirely burning away in the atmosphere.

The roaring grew louder and shadows from the trees across the road stretched over her and the car. She quickly turned to look at the light, gripping her gun tight but still finding fear in something she didn't understand, when the shadows and lights from the trees darted across the highway as the meteor quickly drew closer. In an instinctual reaction, Catherine flung herself to the ground beside her car just as the fire roared pass directly over the tree tops and landed with a massive explosion not far from her position.

She sat up and, with her back pressed against the rear tire of the Challenger, Catherine took heavy breaths and watched as the meteors fell from the sky in every direction. End of the world? She wasn't sure, but it was terrifying all the same. None of the others seemed to be touching down anywhere near her, but the amount of meteors falling didn't slow up or lessen at all. Her primary option was to sit quietly, albeit terrified, and watch stars rain down from the Heavens...

She glanced over the trunk of her car to the crash site, seeing a red glow through the trees that can only indicate fire. Again, not an expert, but a meteor around about the size that she had seen—and she had a front row seat to the thing—would have done a lot more damage than a small fire. Perhaps this was something more in her department... but what? If it had legs and any sort of sense, it wouldn't stick around for very long. She took another breath and got up, slinked quietly around the car, and ran into the wood as fast as she could manage without drawing too much attention. A pistol and hunting knife wasn't exactly great protection, all things considered, so she didn't want to even act like she could jump in, guns blazing.

The fire hadn't spread as much as she thought it would have, considering the huge ball of fire that had passed over head mere moments ago, but it took her less than five minutes to find the point of impact... and a groan to reach her ears.

Breathing in cold air mixed with charred ash hurt the lungs of the man groaning on the ground far more than the woman approaching him. He rolled off of his back to lean against his shoulder and it was around this point that he noticed the gun pointed at his face held by, what looked like, a very scared brunette in her later twenties. He was too hurt and confused to question it so Balthazar rolled his eyes and looked to the ground.

"What are you?" Catherine breathed out, grabbing her knife with her free hand to prove she was at least armed a bit. It was stupid to go against something she didn't know, of course, but she didn't have a whole lot of choice in the matter.

The man groaned again, this time from annoyance, as he slowly attempted to get to his knees. Ignoring the girl and her question, he instead started patting down his chest and stomach, looking down at the gray, v-neck shirt. The action drew her attention to his chest, as well, noting the small hole and blood on his clothes. Looking back up to his face, she suddenly wasn't sure which one of them was more confused in the matter.

Balthazar looked past the trees, his eyes giving a very far away look. "I'm alive," he muttered beneath his breath. It was a bit too much to take in, though it didn't come without a reward. His wings-

"I caught that," she answered back, bringing his attention back to the woman who was still here for some reason. "I meant more specifically."

He glanced back over to her, still caught without his breath and trying to figure out what in the Hell had happened for him to end up... here. "Angel," he answered her, not really bothering with any sort of mysterious answer. There was too much mystery going on right now for his taste. "I'm an angel."

Balthazar began to get to his feet, but the woman brought her firearm up again and took a step back. She had never been one to claim there was no such thing in something, especially since that was a sound enough explanation for whatever was still going on around them, but it was still pretty hard to believe. "Where's your wings?"

He laughed hollowly at what appeared to be a very, very bad joke. His wings were there, of course, but in ribbons, completely unusable. Is this what Cas did? Instead of kill him, subject him to a life like this, away from Heaven? Away from communications with his brothers? Not that he ever cared to use that, but still. It would be handy right now. "You can't see them. Halo, either. Now, if you don't mind-"

She cut him off from stepping around her. "You're not leaving," Catherine told him with actual determination. She needed to know what to do with him. Were angels any good? She grew up in a religious family and angels didn't always seem like the good guys. She couldn't let him leave, but how did she kill an angel? If he even was an actual angel, that is.

"I'm afraid I am, love. Move." If his wings were torn apart, he wasn't sure how much power he had left or if he wanted to waste any of it. After all, he could have sworn he was dead a moment ago...

The obviously scared woman... well, hunter really, didn't move to get out of his way. He tried again. "Please, move."

"I don't know what the Hell is going on," she began, "but you are not leaving, Angel Man. Falling out of the sky in a ball of fire tends to make someone a little suspicious of your actions."

He rolled his eyes. "I don't have time for this. Sorry, sweetheart." Balthazar motioned his arm towards the girl and sent her flying back to her car. Her head and back connected harshly against hood and she fell to the ground in heap, unconscious or worse.

The angel stalked out of the thicket, watching the sky and spying a few others falling just as he did. It was odd... and troubling. He needed to find out what was going on, but he couldn't do so here. However, if there were angels now across the globe, hunters would be all over it. He looked back to the woman and knelt down beside her to place his palm on her forehead, healing what wounds he had inflicted. She would have to be his informant, at least for the basics of whatever was going on. Perhaps this was the result of Castiel or Raphael busting into Purgatory unannounced.

He stood again, debating on whether or not to steal her car to find the nearest town, as that would certainly give them a reason to find each other again, but ultimately decided against it and went back into the foliage that he had landed in.

Catherine lurched forward as soon as she awoke, sitting up quickly and looking around. The first rays of dawn were beginning to spread through the trees where, just last night, an angel passed through on his fall from Heaven... assuming that is what happened. She couldn't take his word.

Looking around further, she found no smoke from where he had landed and, most importantly, that she was unharmed. The... whatever he was didn't kill her when he had a clear shot. That was troubling. He could have left her alone for any number of reasons, few of them charitable.

She stayed in the area for another fifteen minutes, making sure there was no sign of her visitor before gathering her gun and knife again and getting back in the car. She had to leave before traffic started to pass through and the man wasn't anywhere in sight, so she pulled back onto the road to head for home and call some sort of informant that might know what on Earth had happened.

While driving, she continued glancing up to the sky, noting how ordinary it looked again.

It's quite short and there's a distinct lack of dialogue, but don't worry. This is just the intro. These two will have a lot more interaction. And, as you've likely noticed, Balthazar is very in the dark about basically everything.

Feel free to give crit! As I said, I haven't written a fanfic in a long time and this is my first one with an OC. Thanks for reading!