Wyatt slipped into his seat and stared toward the front of the room. Their normal professor wasn't here today; it looked as if they had a sub. They guy was scruffy looking, wore jeans, a T-shirt and a hoody. Some professor.

The sub dropped the dry erase marker onto the desk, clapped his hands together and grinned at them. "Hello kids, I'm your sub for today. Seems your regular professor is indisposed." He hopped up to sit on the desk, swinging his legs a bit.

A kid two rows in front of Wyatt raised his hand. "Uh, Professor—"

"No, no, let's dispense with the title, I don't like titles. Just call me Chuck."

"Uh right, um Chuck ... are you qualified to teach this class?"

It was a valid question. This was an advanced quantum physics course. Wyatt stared at the sub waiting for his answer.

"I won't bore you with exactly how I'm qualified. You wouldn't want to hear it anyway. So let's dispense with the whole notion that this is actually a structured class. Now, what can any of you tell me about your expectations for your life once you finish with all of this work you're doing here?"

The entire class stared at him in silence. This guy was weird. Weirder than most of the professors, anyway. What ensued was the strangest class Wyatt had ever been a part of and yet he enjoyed it immensely. They talked about life goals, how they thought they could achieve them. And how any of the classes they were taking now would actually help them achieve their goals.

As the class broke, Wyatt watched a lot of the students stop to talk with the guy before leaving. Not his style to suck up to the teachers. He stood and headed straight for the door.

"Ah, Mr. Mallory, do you have a moment?"

Wyatt groaned internally. He didn't want to be singled out by the professor. Spinning around, he plastered a smile on his face and walked over to the guy. "Yes, of course."

Chuck leaned his butt against the desk, folding his arms over his chest. "I was impressed today. You know exactly what you want from this class and your life."

"Um, thanks."

Chuck shoved his body away from the desk and let his arms fall to his sides. "I'm serious, I think you have a very eventful future in store for you."

This guy was so weird. "Yeah, great thanks."

"Trust me, Mr. Mallory, it will be an adventure." He thrust out his hand and Wyatt stared at it a moment before reaching out and grasping it.

A shock went through his body and pictures flashed before his eyes. Yanking his hand from the professor's, he let out a startled yelp.

"Problem?" the professor asked.

He pressed a hand to his forehead and took a panting breath. "Um, no, no just a migraine. I'm sure I'll be fine."

"You should go have a nice nap."

"Yeah, good idea." He backed away several steps, spun, and rapidly left the room. Walking quickly, he made his way back to his dorm and fell onto his bed, curling into a ball. He saw things he couldn't explain, faces, events, and objects. All of them strange and frightening.

***

"You need to find this boy," Cas stated as he slapped a photo down on the table in front of them.

Dean slid the picture over and stared at it. "Why exactly do we need to find this kid?"

"He is the new prophet."

"Whoa, wait a minute I thought there weren't going to be anymore prophets?" Dean asked.

"Something activated this one."

Sam's brow scrunched. "I don't understand, I thought in order for a prophet to ... you know 'become' a prophet they had to come into contact with something containing God's power?"

"I can't explain it, but you must get to him before someone else does. Bring him back here where he will be safe and do it quickly." He vanished.

"Cas! Dammit," Dean cursed and looked back down at the picture.

"We should go find him. It would be a shame if something happened to him." Dale stared at the picture in front of her brother on the table. "I mean he's kinda cute."

Phinnie leaned across the table. "Idk, he looks kinda, mmm nerdy. Not as gorg as Sammy. Then again, no one is as sexy as he is." She grinned across the table at Sam.

Sam looked anywhere but at Phinnie.

Dale grumbled. "Let's just go find him before something awful happens."

"Yeah, fine, Cas wouldn't have asked if we could fetch him if it wasn't important." Dean stood, snatching the picture off the table. "We leave in ten, you ain't there you get left behind."

Gabriel's hand shot up. "If it's all the same, I'll just stay here. I'm currently binge watching every episode of The Dukes of Hazzard."

"Really, the Dukes?" Sam asked.

"Hey, come on it's a classic and seriously Daisy's legs." He made a gesture as if he were pointing to Catherine Bach's legs.

"Solid logic," Dean said. "It's probably better if we don't bring you or Phinnie, you might attract unwanted attention.

Phinnie patted at her hair. "Ohh, right, ʼcause I'm too hot for those college boys to handle, it would cause a scene. You're actually smart, Dean! I'll miss you while you're gone, Sammykinz!" She perched on her tiptoes and leaned in to give him a kiss, he stepped back quickly before she could land it.

"I think that would be our hint to leave." Dale shoved back her chair and pushed past Phinnie who was still trying to kiss Sam.

***

Dale yawned and slumped in her seat. "Why couldn't we fly we would have gotten here way faster. Twenty some hours in the car with you yoyos has killed my last nerve."

"Someone is cranky," Dean answered.

Sam turned to her with a grin. "Dean doesn't fly, he's scawred of planes."

"Dean, the big bad monster hunter, is afraid to fly?" she replied with an arched brow.

"Yup."

"Maybe we should tell her about your utter devastating fear of clowns, Sammy," Dean snapped.

"Oh, gotta go with Sam on that one, clowns are freaky."

Dean pulled to the curb and parked. "Yeah well, planes shouldn't be able to stay in the air, they're giant metal tubes of death."

Sam glanced back at her. "So clowns for you too?"

She shrugged. "They're freaky, but no not really. For me it's dark, enclosed spaces."

Dean grumbled, " Let's go find this kid." He flung open his door and stepped out of the car.

Dale released a long whistle as she glanced around the campus. "Impressive, didn't know MIT was so nice."

"Great, let's just find nerd boy so we can get out of here," Dean said as he adjusted his tie.

"And how exactly do we find him?" Sam asked.

"We split up and—"

"Search for clues," Dale finished.

Dean sent her a glare. "No, Velma, we split up and look for the kid, it will be faster if we split up. Now go."

"Why am I Velma, how come I'm not Daphne?"

"Trust me, you are not Daphne material," Dean replied.

"Don't mess with his love for Daphne," Sam told her.

She threw her hands up. "Whatever. Fine, I'm going." She wandered away from her brothers and began searching for the guy in the picture.

***

"Dude, wake up, you've missed half the day!"

Wyatt rolled over with a groan and sat up, staring at his roommate. "What time is it?"

Glenn looked at his phone. "It's after two already, did you go to any of your classes today?"

Wyatt scrambled off the bed. "Dammit, I missed three clases, I gotta go!" He grabbed his backpack and bolted from the room, the bag bouncing against his back. How could he have slept through three clases, what was wrong with him today? He dodged through throngs of students making their way across campus, praying he wasn't going to be late for his next class. Professor Spalding locked the door the second class began, once locked he didn't open them for anyone. The building would have to be on fire for him to open that door, even then he'd wait until flames were licking at the door before he believed the fire was real and set them free.

He slammed into a girl.

"Ow, hey watch where you're going buddy!"

He slowed and glanced at her. "Sorry, late, gotta go!" he turned and sprinted off.

Dale grumbled, rubbing at her shoulder. Didn't anyone watch where they were going anymore? She turned to walk away, stopped and snapped her head around to look at the boy who had run into her. She glanced at her phone and cursed. That was the guy they were looking for! She ran after him, while sending a text to Sam.

"Hey you, wait!" she called after him, putting on a burst of speed so she could try and catch him.

"I don't have time, sorry!" he yelled back.

"Wyatt, wait!" she screamed.

He stopped abruptly and turned to stare at her. "Sorry, do I know you?"

"No, you don't, but we need to bail, like now."

"I can't, I've already missed three classes today, I can't be late for another, it will tank my GPA!"

"Trust me, your GPA is gonna be the least of your worries if we don't get you out of here. Come on." She latched onto his arm and began dragging him in the direction of the Impala.

He dug his heels in and began struggling. "I am not going anywhere with you, I don't even know you!" He wrenched his arm free of her grasp and sprinted away from her.

"Damn, little nerd is stronger than he looks." She ran after him, weaving through groups of students, keeping an eye on him as she ran, he darted around the corner of a building. "Great, now I've lost him." She ran around the corner and stopped, grinning when she spotted Dean leading him back in her direction.

"Lose something?"

"Har har, you are so funny. Not my fault he's wily and a lot stronger than he looks."

Dean's eyebrows rose. "What no feminine charms at work?"

"Shut up, dickface." She turned and stomped off, leaving him to haul a protesting Wyatt back to the car.

"Look, if you guys want to kidnap someone, I can assure you I am not a good choice. My family is pretty average, we aren't rich, so really I'm just the wrong choice."

"Very logical isn't he?" Dale asked.

"Spock would be proud," Dean answered.

Dale propped herself against the car. "He's right though, he'd be a crappy choice." She focused on Wyatt. "We aren't kidnapping you, you don't have to worry. Dean, where's Stretch, I did text him."

"Yeah, well, lucky I was in the vicinity when you lost our boy here. Call him instead of sending a text and let him know we got our prophet."

"That hurt, bro, it really did." She pulled out her phone and called Sam. "We got our boy, we're waiting at the car." She hung up and put her phone away. "That wasn't as difficult as I expected."

"I've discovered if we utter things like that, it usually gets worse, so be quiet," Dean told her.

"Someone is suddenly cranky," she muttered.

"Seriously, guys, I have no idea why you're detaining me, I need to get to class!"

"Stop whining and get in the car." Dean gave Wyatt a shove toward the Impala.

Wyatt staggered a step then turned to face Dean. "No, I am not going anywhere with you until you explain why I'm being detained! I have rights!"

Dale rubbed at her temples. "We should have brought Phinnie or Gabriel, at least they could have gotten us out of here faster."

"Or knocked him out so we didn't have to listen to his whining," Dean replied while Wyatt gave them a wide eyed look.

Sam strolled up. "Are we ready to go?"

"If nerd boy would get into the car, yes, we would be ready." Dean sent Wyatt at glare.

"I am not going anywhere with you! I'll probably end up dead in a ditch somewhere!"

"If you don't go with us, you'll end up dead," Dean growled.

"You're gonna kill me if I don't go? Great I'm dead either way!"

"If he starts crying, he goes in the trunk," Dean grumbled.

"Come on, the kid has no idea what's happening, we could at least explain," Sam reasoned.

"Sure, let's take time to explain, because getting out of here now isn't a priority before someone else comes looking for him. I don't think he wants to disappear into the desert to study the word of God anymore than Kevin did."

"Uh, guys, I don't think we have time for explanations, we're attracting attention and I really don't think it's the good kind," Dale said as she gestured at something behind Sam.

He glanced over his shoulder and cursed when he saw several students making their way over to the car. "Not good."

"Demons or angels?" Dale asked.

"No way to know unless they declare themselves."

"May I again point out it might have been a good idea to bring one of our angels with," Dale told him in a snarky tone.

"Yeah, we'll keep that in mind for next time. Right now, we need to get the hell out of here before things turn really ugly. Baby just got put back together, I don't want her ripped apart again."

"I seriously don't know who you are, but I don't want to go anywhere with you and I don't want to get in the middle of whatever gang war you're planning!" Wyatt screeched, then frowned when he spotted the students advancing on them. "Though I'm not sure why you'd want to get into a gang battle with the Catholic Students of MIT study group."

Dean glanced over his shoulder at Wyatt. "Get in the damn car before you die, you idiot!"

Dale grabbed his arm and forcefully shoved him into the back seat of the car before slamming the door shut behind him. "Got him!"

"Great, make sure he stays put!" Dean and Sam turned to face the small group of students who now stood before them.

"Give us the prophet," one demanded.

"Not happening, slappy, move along like a good boy," Dean told him.

"The prophet must come with us so he may fulfill his destiny. He must go to the desert to study the word of God away from man."

"Angels," Sam muttered.

"Probably was a good guess considering they are the Cahtolic study group," Dale told him.

"Hand him over," the angel demanded.

"We aren't giving you the prophet so go away," Dean told them.

Dale leaned against the car and folded her arms over her chest, watching as Dean continued to argue with the small group of angels. When the door on the car slammed, she glanced back to see Wyatt bolting from the other side of the car.

"Dammit." Ignoring her brothers and their continuing argument, she bounded off after the escaping prophet. "Wyatt, get back here, you don't understand what's happening!"

"Heelllllppp, rape!" he screamed.

A few astonished people turned to stare at him as he ran, flailing his arms in the air and screaming, but they ignored him. They all probably thought he was insane or maybe just drunk.

He darted up the steps of a building and ducked inside. She smirked, jogged around the side and waited. The exit door slammed open and she jumped forward, blocking the exit. Wyatt slammed into her.

"Ha, gotcha!" She grabbed his arm and slapped a pair of handcuffs on his wrist, locking the other end around her own wrist.

He struggled, slapping at the cuffs. "Let me go, lady!"

She shoved him back against the wall, an arm across his chest. "Listen up, dork boy, you are in danger, if you want to live then you come with us. You don't understand the danger you are in. Both the angels and demons are going to come for you and trust me, you don't want either on your tail. Now, let's move before my brothers figure out you bolted."

"Are you guys part of a cult or something? Angels and demons don't really exist, please, I just wanna go to class!"

"God, please just shut up! There is no cult, we will explain everything as soon as we can get you out of here!" She hauled him back to the car, wincing when she passed people screaming in terror and running in the opposite direction from where the Impala was parked. "Well that's just fabulous."

When they arrived back at the car, most of the angels were sprawled on the ground and her brothers seemed to be panicking because she and Wyatt were missing.

"Do you think one of them got past us and took her and the kid?" Dean asked frantically.

"We're right here, geniuses," she said as she placed a hand on Wyatt's head to shove him down into the backseat, then followed him in. She then leaned out the window to shout at her staring brothers. "Are we going or what, doofuses?"

"Let's go, you heard the girl." Dean scrambled into the driver's seat, waiting until Sam was inside to start the car and shove it into drive.

"Can someone please explain to me what is going on? Did you kill all those kids?"

"Go ahead, Sammy, tell the boy the great news."

Sam sent his brother a glare before twisting around to look at Wyatt. "You are the new prophet of the Lord. The angels are after you because they want to haul you off to the desert to study the word of God. They basically want to isolate you until you've learned whatever it is you need to learn. The demons want you because they would love for you to spill all of Heaven's secrets, either that or they just want you dead, hard to tell with demons."

Wyatt swallowed hard. "Angels and Demons don't exist, you know that, right?"

"Keep telling yourself that, kid," Dean muttered.

Wyatt glanced at Dale. "Please tell me you're the normal one?"

She shrugged. "As normal as any of us in this family are. They're telling you the truth. Wait until we get back to the bunker and we'll introduce you to Phinnie and Gabriel. Maybe at some point, you can meet Sox too."

"I think Phinnie and Gabriel are enough for the moment, let's not traumatize the boy too much on his first day," Dean said with a glance in the mirror.

The remainder of the drive was completed mostly in silence, save for Dean's music. Every once in awhile Dale would catch Wyatt staring at the door handle as if he were contemplating leaping from the moving vehicle. She reminded him that if he went, she went too and if she lived, she'd murder him for it.

As they drove, she took time to study him as closely as she could without it seeming creepy. He was definitely a nerd. Tall, lanky, totally uncoordinated, despite his epic attempt at an escape. His blond hair was a mess, standing up in some spots, curled in others. He qualified as nerd hot in her book. He wasn't muscle bound, but he didn't have noodle arms, there was no possible way he'd be able to take down one of her brothers, but he wasn't a total wimp.

He was clutching his backpack to his chest as if his life depended on keeping hold of the bag.

"You know, you don't need the backpack anymore." She pointed out.

"I do, I'll need it when you take me back to school. You are going to let me go, right?"

"No, you need to be protected. You are the prophet," Dean told him.

"You keep saying that, but what does it mean? Prophet of what exactly?"

"Prophet of the Lord.," Sam answered.

He looked from Dale to Sam. "Lord as in God? Like the God?"

"Yes, God, though he hates the title, he prefers to be called Chuck," Dean answered.

"What?" Wyatt asked in confusion. His brain stuttered to a stop and he felt as if there should be a connection there, but he couldn't quite put things together it was too much.

"He doesn't like to be called God, he goes by Chuck and he's kind of a douche," Dean told him as he parked the Impala.

"You've met God?"

"Yes, sir, we have. Wasn't all that exciting, trust me." Dean turned and wandered off into the bunker.

Sam shrugged. "Let's go."

She and Wyatt followed him inside. "This is our home," she told Wyatt as she released him from the cuffs. "Let's find you a room."

He trailed behind her, still clutching his backpack tightly. They passed through the library, where her brothers were parked at the table. Wyatt followed behind her a step or two. "Wow, who knew you guys could read," he muttered, staring around at all the shelves of books.

"Oh, my Sammy can totes read, he's super smart," Phinnie called out from where she sat beside Sam staring at him worshipfully.

"That would be Phinnie," Dale told him.

Phinnie stood and crossed the room, sending him a little wave as she closed in on them. "Like, hi, it's totes cool to meet you, I've never actually met any of the prophets before."

"Uh, nice to meet you too. Your hair is nice."

"Oh, wow, thanks. At least someone noticed." She sent a pointed look in Sam's direction. "You don't think it's too pink, do you?"

"Oh, no, it's totally you," Wyatt answered.

"I like him, he's totes adorbs. Not as adorbs as you, Sammy, but still, cute." With a final wave, she skipped back across the room to sit beside Sam.

"Let's go," Dale told him and they exited the library.

"Who was she?" Wyatt asked.

"Phinnie is the angel of etiquette and decorum." She looked down the hall and groaned. "And here comes Gabriel."

Gabriel slowed and came to a stop beside them. "Hey, babe."

"Hello, what are we watching today?" she asked.

"Oh, I've moved on from the Dukes to Firefly. Great show, you should come watch with me." He eyed Wyatt. "You the new prophet, I'm getting that prophety vibe from you." He wagged his fingers at Wyatt.

"Uh, yeah, I guess." Wyatt shrugged.

"Nice to meet you, don't die!" He sent them a salute and continued in the direction of the kitchen.

"Uh, so who exactly is he?"

"The archangel Gabriel." She turned and began walking, it took her a moment to realize he wasn't following. "You coming?"

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Um, pick a room." Dale gestured to the doors that lined the hallway. "Just be careful opening doors around here, the Men of Letters had some strange ideas of what needs to have its own room."

"Right, sure."

Dean wandered down the hall. "Hey kid, get yourself settled in maybe take a nap, when you're ready to talk come find us." He nodded and wandered away, disappearing into his room.

Wyatt sighed and picked a room at random. Dale grinned, it happened it be right across from hers. He pushed the door open, went in and sat on the end of the bed, still clutching his backpack.

"You okay?" she asked, leaning against the door frame.

"I think so. Maybe. No, not really. I was going to unpack but I don't have anything to unpack." He glanced around the room with a sigh.

He looked so dejected. She sat beside him on the bed. "Hey, we can head out and get you some stuff, don't worry. When things calm down a bit, maybe we can go back to the dorm and get your things. Trust me, you are safer here than out there."

"I'm so confused. Everything is just ... weird now. I don't know if anything you've told me is true. Your brothers killed people and I think you're all nuts."

"I can't really argue with that, I suppose we do seem nuts, but what we've told you is the truth. You are the new prophet. Sleep on it and we can talk more tomorrow." She gave his knee a pat and left him sitting there.

She closed the door and went across the hall to her room, shut the door quietly and changed for bed. It had been a long day. Well, two days if you counted all the driving from the bunker to MIT and just the time it took to find him on campus. It seemed as if their little group was growing day by day.

The Winchesters, an angel, an archangel, and now a prophet of the Lord. She couldn't forget Sox, the demon cat, even if he wasn't currently living with them. Then there was Castiel. She sighed and crawled into bed.

She needed some sleep, after all who knew what tomorrow would bring into their lives.