The angel sitting in the back seat of the Impala was bored. There was no other word for it. Sofiel was flat out bored, and the Winchesters hadn't even walked away yet. They were still standing outside of her rolled down window, giving her a quick idea of what was going on.

"Sof," Dean said. "Stay in the car until we get back. Don't touch anything. Just stay there." Sam gave a roll of his eyes as his older brother walked away. Dean cared for that car as if it were his ow child.

"We'll be right back," he added. With that, he turned around and jogged a bit to catch up. Sofiel heaved out a sigh. Just because her vessel was a fifteen year old girl didn't mean that she was. She was far older than either of them. She didn't need to be protected. That was the idea she tried to give, anyways.

She closed her eyes in an attempt to just simply relax. The world had fallen into mayhem around her. Heaven had been emptied, all of the angels thrown out to Earth like it was some sort of trash heap. They were furious, and they blamed her friend. Castiel was on the run, and it was clear that every angel on Earth was searching for him. They all believed that it was his fault they had fallen.

But Sofiel found herself in a strange situation. The other angels knew she was affiliated with Castiel and the Winchesters, and that meant she could have information. She didn't know a thing about where Cas was or what he was doing, but not many knew that. The Winchesters had decided that she would be better off just pretending to be a typical human teenager just as her vessel seemed to be.

Sofiel's eyes popped open when she heard the buzzing noise of the phone sitting beside her. The Winchesters had insisted on getting her one of these cell phones. Not only was it apparently a great way to communicate, but it would help give across the idea of her being a normal teenager.

For as long as she had the phone, it had always given her quite a scare every time it went off. She didn't often show that surprise, but it did kickstart her senses. It was constantly on vibrate, making it sound like some hideous creature was nearby when it went off.

Sofiel fumbled around with the phone, pressing random buttons and cringing at the noises when she realized she had done something wrong. This was all foreign ground for her, she couldn't figure any of it out. But finally a message appeared on the screen. She murmured the message out loud, squinting to read the text better.

"Text Message from 0000000," she mumbled. "I can't wait to meet you. I was going to say see you, but I think you'll find that's not exactly the case." After reading this, she shook her head. Was this supposed to be some sort of prank? Humans could just be so strange at times.

She tried to figure out how to make a response by pressing several buttons, but then the phone started to beep. The screen flashed several times and then turned to black. Sofiel dropped it on the ground as if it had been suddenly possessed. When she picked up, she gave a sigh. She had turned it off by accident by pressing all of the buttons.

As she studied the icons on the screen, she tried to understand how each of them worked. But for her, it just seemed unnecessary. Speech was easier, more to the point. Angel radio was a good form of communication, none of those silly bars of connection controlling whether she could send out a call or not.

But of course, she hadn't been able to jump back on the angel radio ever since the angels had been expelled from Heaven. They knew that she had connections to Castiel, and the Winchesters had forbidden her from reaching out to any of them. She had learned that it was best just to trust Sam and Dean, even if they did leave her alone in the car.

Suddenly, Sofiel's focus on the cell phone was shattered as the radio at the front of the Impala fizzled to life. She slipped the phone into the pocket of her jeans and then tilted towards the radio. It almost sounded like something had popped open and all the air was escaping at once.

She watched with wide eyes as the volume control turned all the way up by itself, a ringing noise consuming the air in the car. She winced slightly, and then the volume turned itself down significantly. But she was still on alert. Something very strange was going on.

A voice came crackling through the radio. "Hello, Sofiel," it said.

Sofiel bit her lip, unsure of how to react to this. Her natural, more human point of view told her that she should try her best to get as far away from that radio as possible. There was a scream in her throat aching to be released. But she was too curious to do such a thing.

She had evidently been spending far too much time with the Winchesters, she thought as she snapped out, "Do you want me to adjust the radio for you? You sound a bit fuzzy." Her words came out stiff and solid, more snarky than anything else.

"Actually, that would be very nice," the voice replied. With these few more words, Sofiel attempted to decipher anything she could about what was going on. But she couldn't figure out a thing. Maybe it was just the static making their voice sound strange, but she couldn't tell if it was male or female.

The sharp snap of the doors locking made her jump. Sofiel let out a little yelp, but then she tried to focus back on the radio again and what was going on.

There was a growling noise underneath the sound of static. It got louder and louder until Sofiel understood that the sound wasn't anything animalistic. It was the sound of a machine. It was the sound of the Impala's engine revving up, preparing to dart away. But that wasn't possible. Dean had the keys, and he had told her that the only way to move the car was to have the keys.

But despite this, the car began to roll away. It started out slowly, but like the first acceleration of a roller coaster it burst forwards. The impact of the sheer increase in speed was more than enough to throw Sofiel all the way back against the back seat. The engine roared to life and then began to cough and sputter like it was a sick human.

She didn't let out a noise, but bit her lip in pain. This vessel couldn't take the battering very well.

"You might want to put a seatbelt." The voice came on again, and Sofiel tried to distract herself from her injuries by trying to identify it. But there was nothing. It was like they were using a modulator to make it impossible to determine anything. She had no clue who was doing this, and why, let alone how.

"Oh, listen to that engine!" the voice squealed, causing the sputtering noises to intensify. "It's roaring like a lion about to feast on its prey. I suppose that would make the car the lion, and you the prey."

"What are you talking about?" Sofiel replied, her voice blank. She sincerely did not understand what he was trying to say. If whatever and whoever was controlling the Impala was just simply making it move faster, they weren't really doing much harm to her.

"What's going on?" she asked, gritting her teeth. If she had learned one thing, it was that she had to turn her fury into power when she fought. That was something she had struggled with in the past, but when she had finally listened to that advice she had found herself quite the adversary.

"Oh, you haven't figured it out?" the voice chirped, speaking to her as if she were some sort of child rather than an angel. It was like no one could see past the face of her vessel. "You're being kidnapped, Sof."

"Kidnapped?" she said, squinting her eyes. She glanced out the window, watching the world outside fade into nothing but a blur. All the while she felt the car accelerating faster and faster, the feeling going straight to her gut. "Don't call me Sof. You can't call me Sof."

"But the Winchester boys can," the voice laughed. She started crawling towards the front of the car, trying to remember how the boys had always driven the car. But with a start, she realized that somehow this kidnapper was controlling the car remotely-and he knew who the Winchesters were. This wasn't any typical sort of kidnapping.

As she was just about to crawl into the driver's seat, the car shot forwards again. The speedometer was nearly maxed out at this point. For the second time, her body was tossed like a doll's against the back seat. Now breathing heavily, she realized that human movement was going to do her no good. She was just going to be the angel she was and fly away from this situation.

This was going to take focus, take getting past the pounding sensations that ran through her body. There was a liquid dripping out of her nose-blood. She had broken the vessel's nose. But now was not the moment to use her healing powers. Sofiel had to dedicate her mind to flying away.

"I wouldn't try that if I were you, Sofie," the voice sneered. "I think you'll find that flying with clipped wings is not the easiest thing in the world."

"Clipped wings?" Sofiel breathed, turning to the radio. "You clipped my wings?"

"Well, I couldn't very well let my angel fly away without a trace, now could I?" the voice questioned.

Sofiel felt her breath catch in her throat. She attempted to fly, but felt that absolutely nothing of use happened. The only effect from it was a burst of pain jolting from her shoulders and then quickly spreading throughout her entire body.

"Clipping wings isn't supposed to hurt!" Sofiel screeched.

"A little birdkeeper, are you? Perhaps I did more than just clipping a few feathers...oops."

Sofiel furrowed her brow and became even more determined to break out. She was supposed to be learning how to act human, right? Well, she was going to have to figure out a way to escape as a human would.

She dug deep into her mind and found the consciousness of her vessel. Liv Streeter was still there, and as soon as she found the opportunity she would be in control of her body yet again. With a sigh, Sofiel realized that she had to just give up for a few moments. Perhaps she could do nothing, but her vessel could figure out something on her own. Her eyes flashed a brilliant blue as she gave up her position.

"I see you've had a bit of a change of heart," said the voice before fading into the hissing radio noises yet again.

"What the Hell is going on?" she shrieked. Sofiel's consciousness had been pushed to the side so that Liv's could come through. She still knew everything that was going on, but she couldn't control anything.

Liv was a vessel who came with a price. Sofiel had been desperate to possess her, knowing that no other human being would suit her the way that Olivia Streeter would. But then the teenage girl had continued to fight back. She had used the threat of ejecting the angel from her body to pressure Sofiel into helping her.

When that hadn't ended up going as well as planned, Liv had continued to take control of her body now and then. Sofiel was able to keep the reins most of the time, but it wasn't always possible. This time, she had given up willingly. But now she saw that her vessel wasn't doing anything of use. She couldn't handle all the sudden injuries and stress.

"Oh, oh my God," Liv murmured. She raised her hands in prayer, her natural reaction to any sort of peril.

"God can't help you here," the voice laughed. "You have an angel sitting inside of your consciousness, and they couldn't even help you!"

It was too much for Liv. As the girl began to black out, tears streaming from her eyes as blood poured from her nose, Sofiel took over her body and the situation. There was a moment of resistance, but the angel wasn't giving up. Her eyes flashed blue again and now the angel was in charge. She was going to figure out what was going on, and why.

"If you want information about Castiel, you won't be able to find any of it from me," Sofiel hissed.

"I don't want to meddle in the affairs of angels," the voice laughed. "It's all far too petty for me. It gets old quite quickly." Sofiel was getting frustrated. She wanted to climb to the radio and switch the channel, turn the volume off. But her attempts to do anything before had been clear-this voice held power that she simply could not fight at the moment.

"Then what do you want?" she barked. "Where are you taking me, and why?"

This time, the voice offered no response. It was keeping its motives silent, hidden under a layer of crackling noise. She listened to it for a moment, before it gave her an idea. Human radio was useless to her in general. Somehow this voice had harnessed the use of it, but overall it could do nothing to help. Human just wasn't working for her this day, so she was going to try angel.

"Don't even think about trying to use that angel radio of yours," the voice said, as soon as she had let her eyelids flutter down in concentration. "I don't need information on the rogue Castiel, it's true. But those who would hear your cry would love to be able to get some."

Sofiel brought her hands to her face in exasperation. Just to mock her, the Impala did another shoot forwards that made her fall off of the backseat and to the floor. She opened her eyes to see the blood from her nose dripping on the floor, smearing from her hands as she pushed herself up.

"Why are you tormenting me like this?" she whispered. Her voice grew into a yell as she said, "Why are you trying to kill me?"

"If I was trying to kill you, I would have already done so. I think I'll be content with seriously maiming and mentally scarring."

For the next few moments, she was turned into an angelic pinball. As the Impala was driven erratically in terms of speed and direction, she was thrown about the areas of the car. Not an inch of her body was spared from the pain. The moment she would attempt to heal herself, she would just be tossed again and lose her focus.

"Why?" Sofiel moaned as she laid face up, her head on the back floor of the Impala and one leg strewn over the front seat. "Why?"

"Oh, my little angel girl, you could easily figure out why."

"But I haven't," she protested. "Why...why would I keep asking?"

Again, the voice decided it was best to dissolve into silence. Sofiel took this moment to begin healing herself and try to set her priorities straight. Everything she had tried so far had ended up a complete and utter failure. This had to be different. She just needed to know what was most important.

Save the Impala. Save the Impala. With all the time Sofiel had spent with the Winchesters, she had learned that there was one thing that stood up above everything else. If she managed to survive this whole ordeal, the damage dealt to the Impala would cause Dean to kill her with his own hands. He treated the vintage car like his own child, even calling it his baby. This had always managed to confuse her, but the message had gotten across.

Everything was becoming clear. If she stayed in the Impala, both of them would suffer heavy damage. It would be irreparable, and she couldn't do anything to aid the situation. She needed a plan that involved her getting out and the Impala being able to survive.

Sofiel now fully understood that she had to do this the human way. She had to put her thoughts in the mindset of a Winchester. They seemed to get into strange situations like this but always managed to get out of it.

Since she had always been able to rely on her wings to get her way out, she had never truly bothered to pay attention to what they did. But now that her wings had been clipped and she was tied down to the ground, she was going to have to recall everything she possibly could.

At this moment, the car careened off of the road. Through the front windshield, she could see branches and trees flying into the car. Cracks appeared in the windows. There was the scraping sound of the car being scratched up. If there was any time to act about the car's fate, it was now.

Taking a deep breath, Sofiel closed her eyes and forced herself to focus. She knew that the only reason the Impala would be driving off the road was to get her away and injure her as much as possible. If she wasn't in the car, then it wouldn't make sense to drive through a row of trees. Finally the answer was starting to become clear.

She rolled down the window, shielding herself from the oncoming leaves and twigs by holding her arms up. They were shredded by what came in through the window, but it was a sharp pain that quickly faded away.

"I see you need a little fresh air," the radio voice noted, cracking and sputtering over the sound of the wind rushing past. "I don't mind."

Sofiel didn't bother to reply. She had her entire being set on getting out of this situation, literally. She slowly but surely began to hoist her torso out of the window. This was why having a teenage vessel came in useful-she was small enough to fit through the hole. Trees rushed by her and threatened to behead her, but she continued pulling herself out bit by bit.

When she finally hit the ground, her entire body erupted in a pulse of sheer pain. She let out a shriek, but then it was over. Sofiel had done it. She had escaped the Impala and rid herself of the voice.

"Oh, you thought it would be that easy, did you?"

Despite the Impala disappearing into the forest, Sofiel could still hear the radio coming to life with the voice mocking her again. As soon as it had spoken, it faded back into that infernal static. Luckily the car sped away and was quickly too far for her to hear more than an echo of the engine.

The question for her was "now what?" She was bruised and bloodied on a forest floor in the middle of nowhere. She couldn't see a road no matter what direction she turned. Sofiel had escaped, but her victory had been a hollow one. Her reliance now fell in crawling around like an infant, trying to do anything while under such immense pain.

Looking to her side, Sofiel saw none other than a radio sitting in a pile of pine needles. Curiosity being far too much for her, she reached over and turned it around in her hands. It was not like the radio in the car, that much was for sure. But she was fairly confident that it was indeed a radio. It sounded exactly the same, after all.

She picked up and held it to her ear. But she had really only sprung her own trap. Flames in a perfect circle formed around her, Sofiel and the radio in the dead center. Around the angel was a circle of fire. Now human or angel, there was no way to escape. She was now permanently stuck. There was no possibly way for her to get out of this alone.

"Like I said, did you really think it was going to be that easy?" the voice from before said, shrieking from laughter over the radio. "You're completely alone, Sofiel. You don't have anything to help you now, unless you want to sign your own death warrant."

"No," she protested, even though she was fairly sure that the voice was right.

"Oh yes," the voice chuckled. "The fact that you still haven't figured this out doesn't cease to amaze me."

But Sofiel didn't care about why she was being kidnapped any more. She just wanted to find a way out. Maybe reasons would drive her insane later on, but she now had found a possible solution that had been in her pocket the whole time. "Call Sam and Dean," she whispered, realizing she might have the answer to her problems.

"What was that?" the voice twittered in response. "I'm afraid I didn't hear you."

She flipped open her cell phone, pleased to see that several bars were filled in. She was fairly sure that was a good thing, that it meant she could contact the Winchesters. She waited for an unnaturally strong wind to swoop in and knock the phone out of her hands, but nothing of the sort happened.

"Oh, good," the voice said. "This way you can tell the Winchesters yourself that you're a hostage. Wonderful. Bear in mind that the ransom is a soul. I'd prefer two. I'm sure I could get that. One for you, one for the car."

"The Impala is gone," Sofiel murmured, shifting the phone to her other ear as she waited for the call to connect. "I saved it."

"Just keeping telling yourself that," the voice on the radio muttered.

"Hello," she said, knowing that her words were going nowhere. She waited for a response, anything. But the call didn't ever connect. She tried speaking again, but there was nothing but silence on the other side-nothing but the damn static. Desperation pushing into her, she slammed the phone shut and threw it on the ground.

"Oh, sorry about that," the voice from the radio apologized. "Looks like your forms of communication are a bit messed up. Sometimes I just can't help it. Well, I'm sure you'll be very comfortable here. I'll just have to take some payment for your stay here."

Sofiel shook her head, trying to avoid thinking about the circumstances around her. She was helpless in just about every way possible. She was both physically and mentally compromised. There was nothing she could do to escape, and she had no idea what would be coming to her next. The Winchesters were still close by, close enough. They had to be. This was usually the sort of time they would pop out of nowhere to help.

But this time, Sofiel found herself completely alone. Even if they had noticed that she and the Impala were gone, it would have taken them a while to travel the distance on foot. She felt a wetness from her eyes as she realized she was crying. No, Liv was crying. Liv was pushing through.

Despite Liv's desperate struggle to take over the control of the body, Sofiel pushed right back. She wouldn't let her get through. This was to protect her vessel, the human being that she inhabited. She was going to keep her safe as best she could. With how many times Sofiel had failed Liv in the past, she was attempting to make it up.

With an outcry, she was able to suppress Liv's move for power. She could feel the human girl twittering in fear, wondering what was going on. But at least her consciousness was safe. That was all that Sofiel needed to do for Liv.

"Oh, having trouble with your little human, are you?" the voice giggled. "I hope it won't be that much of a problem. Well, it seems that you've gotten trouble out of the way. I suppose I can gather my payment now, can't I?"

"Shut up," Sofiel murmured. Her voice gained volume, but remained weak and flawed. "Shut up!"

"Sh, sh," the voice whispered in response, the low tones hardly making it through the buzzing of the radio. She felt compelled to pick up the radio and burn it in the fire, but she was gaining a reliance on it. It was her only true way to understand anything that was going on.

"I think you'll have a bit less trouble with your human side as soon as I collect my payment," the voice said. "I mean, human to human will be a lot easier than angel to human."

Sofiel opened up her mouth to question this in a panic, but no words ended up coming out. Instead, a blue light streamed from her lips, flowing out of her like a waterfall. In horror, she watched it pour out, her chest seizing. She began to attempt a scream of anguish, but she could do nothing but let her jaw hang wide open.

Sofiel felt her consciousness starting to slip away. This vessel was weakened immensely, and she could no longer have to power to hold it up. She could feel every muscle in the body beginning to contract, the heart pumping like an engine. The glow continued to stream from her mouth without slowing down for a moment. She reached out weakly with her bare hands, trying in vain to take it back.

As her world began to fade to complete darkness, she saw a shadowy form above her. The light above it made it impossible to make out any real features, but Sofiel knew what she was seeing. In the final moment before she blacked out, she saw it collect the light. It let out a slight laugh, a laugh that she had heard far too many times in the last few hours.

"No," she weakly pushed out. "No."

Her grace had been ripped out at hands of a shadow. With a final exhale, the last trace of her angelic light streamed through her lips.

A/N In case it wasn't clear, this would have been taking place during the earlier portion of season 9 of Supernatural. I realize that the only character that had a major role in this was the Impala-but I think this story has really forced me to refine my ideas for Sofiel/Liv. I didn't even have Liv's name before this point. Hope you enjoyed! The picture on the side is Isabelle Fuhrman, aka my actress for Sofiel/Liv. Sofiliv? Liviel? I dunno. Heh.