Castiel had his eyes focused on the road, his hands gripping leisurely on the steering wheel of his Benz. The unsuccessful negotiations with his potential investors were irritating him. He signed, watching the stormy weather.

But then, he caught something in his peripheral vision, a girl, a very, familiar girl. Sitting near to the old shop, she's trying to shield herself from the rain. Her clothes old and ragged, in her hands was a duffle bag.

"Isn't that..."