Authors note: I dont own any of the characters in this story. Made purely for entertain main. This is the first chapter of this that I'm writing (: So enjoy
Chapter 1:
Dean switch radio stations as soon as he heard the drivel that was called "music" flowing through the Impala speakers.
"Hey Sam, put one of the tapes on...I can't listen to this crap." His eyes stayed glued to the road, his left hand clutched to the steering wheel as his other hand roamed under the backseat, searching for the cardboard box he kept stashed away. He brushed the side of the box with his hand, hooking his fingers over the top and dragging it out before passing the box to Sam.
"Like I've said before Dean, they have invented such things as a CD player, or an iPod jack...All you gotta do is ask and I'd quite happily buy and install one for you." Sam flicked through the cassette tapes, skimming past "Lynyrd Skynyrd", "Metallica" and finally settling on some "Blue Oyster Cult".
"Are you kidding me Sam? I'd end up having to listening to your stuff all day." Sam threw the plastic case back in the box, before placing it on the backseat. He pushed the tape in trying to stop himself from rolling his eyes and scoffing.
"Like I normally do on a daily basis then?" Dean looked at him, searching for a witty comeback.
"Shut up...bitch." Sam shook his head laughing, they'd kept this routine up for a long time now. He looked at Dean out the corner of his eye, smirking.
"Jerk." He continued to smirk as picked up the map off of the dash board and opened it up. "We still got another 6 miles to go until we hit Mystic Falls," Dean groaned internally. It was already late and Dean had been driving to Mystic Falls for about 4 hours now, refusing Sam's offer to take over once they hit Georgia. To which Dean politely replied with "No way in hell are you driving her.". After that Sam just decided to just let Dean drive, unless it looked like he would fall unconscious on the wheel, then Sam would shove him in the passenger seat so he could sleep.
"So what were we thinking?" Dean looked at Sam waiting for him to produce some evidence of attacks, or an "accident" that seemed slightly too weird to actually be an "accident". "Which supernatural being are we going after this time?" Sam's brows furrowed over the newspaper articles and pages he'd printed off from the internet.
"I'm not...entirely sure, to be honest with you Dean. I thought it could of been werewolves, the moon cycle is right and the last full moon is on Sunday. That's if it actually is werewolf we're going after."
"What do you mean if?"
"Well, werewolves take people's hearts right? Well, these attacks are just like normal animal attacks, no hearts missing. So thats got me wondering whether it might actually be a skin-walker or, yee naaldlooshii as the Navajo call it. Where they use animal skins to "form" into the desired animal, which are usually owls, crows, foxes, coyotes, bears, cougars," He looked briefly at Dean to make sure he was still listening to him and continued. "And also wolves."
"Dude, I know what a skin-walker or...yee naldloshi is."
"It's pronounced yee naaldlooshii, translates to 'with it, he goes on all fours'," Dean chuckled and Sam looked up at him, his eyebrow raised in confusion. "What?"
"You like, just me a Navijoli history lesson, you complete dork." A finger was pointed at Deans face.
"It's Navajo." Dean kept laughing at him whilst Sam shook his head, turning back to the articles.
It had started raining in Mystic Falls, and when it rained it poured. The last time it rained the town nearly had to evacuate because of the flooding. Dark clouds hung low in the evening sky, reflecting a dull orange glow from the street lights. Elena sighed pulling her knees to her chest, staring out of her window she watched the drops of rain race each other down the glass. She breathed onto the pane, fogging it up before drawing wing-like shapes. She smiled contently at the wings she had drawn before wiping it away with the sleeve of her top. She was startled by Stefan walking into her room.
"Geez, Stefan you scared me." She stood up and walked over to him. He smiled down at her slightly.
"Sorry about that, I talked to Jeremy when I came in. He said you've been cooped up here for most of the evening...So whats wrong?" He wrapped his arms protectively around her waist, pulling her close to his body to hug her. She sighed into his chest and closed her eyes.
"I'm fine Stefan, honestly. I just needed a night in, for myself, you know...to think about things." She felt his hand brush her hair and she smiled.
"That was a big sigh though, are you sure you're fine?" Elena was pulled away from Stefan so he could examine her facial expressions to see if she was lying or not. She apparently wasn't.
"I'm definitely fine Stefan, now what did you want to see me for?" She sat down on her bed and Stefan followed.
"These wolf attacks. They're getting out of control, it's like they want the attention that they're getting. Damon and I are having to clean up after them so no one starts suspecting vampires. Do you think Tyler will listen to me?"
"I doubt it Stefan, you know how he's been since his first shift...I don't think I want you talking to him anyway. A wolf bite can kill a vampire if you'd forgotten Stefan and the full moon is Sunday."
"We know what we're doing Elena, and as much as I hate to say it, Caroline knows what she's doing as well." Stefans voice seemed to fade away and the window was suddenly important to Elena again, she couldn't take her eyes off of the smear she'd made. The dream she had the early in the evening swarmed back into her head. She had been exhausted from helping Jenna get in the groceries and mow the grass, trying to make the backyard look more presentable. She had fallen asleep out on the porch swing for about half an hour, but managed to dream up a mysterious looking person she had never seen before in her life. At first she had thought it was Damon, but the way she usually dreamt him was in black, from head to toe. This person was wearing a black suit and blue tie that wasn't done up properly, they were both mostly covered by his long, tan trench coat. His hair was dark and messy, but the one thing that stood out to Elena were his eyes. A piercing blue, much bluer than Damons and much more striking. He had spoken to her in this dream.
"Are you Elena Gilbert?" Elena nodded, not entirely sure what she was meant to say or what he was doing here.
"My name is Castiel, I'm an angel of the Lord. I was sent here to protect you."
"Right...Just one question, how are you going to protect me through a dream? Are you gonna stop Freddy Kruger from coming in here or something?" Castiel paused, and scratched his neck looking down slightly uncomfortable and confused.
"I have no recollection of a "Freddy Kruger". But I'm here to find out your location." Elena folded her arms across her chest.
"If your an "Angel of the Lord" shouldn't He of just told you where I'm located?"
"No."
"Right, so good luck finding me."
"Please, Elena...I need to protect you." Elena scoffed.
"Wait, how do I know your actually an angel? You may just be some dream guy," Castiel sighed before looking her square in the face. She was waiting for something spectacular, if he was an angel, she was pretty sure they could do anything they wanted. Flashes of white lightening lit up her dream bedroom, a display of black wings acted like shadows on the wall behind him. Not the kind of angel wings she was expecting, but wings nonetheless and they were still amazing to look at. Elena gulped, her arms dropping to her sides. "Okay, so your an angel. I kinda expected big white fluffy wings though."
"False imagery that humans have given out of us." Elena looked him up and down.
"So every angel wears a trench coat in heaven then?" Castiel looked down at himself, pulling at the coat and tie, he looked back up shaking his head slightly.
"This...Is just a vessel. If you saw the real me, you wouldn't be able to handle it."
"Vessel...? As in, your basically wearing somebody?" Castiel nodded. "Thats kinda gross."
"Jimmy was willing, he wanted this." Castiel stopped and looked into the far corner of her room. "Where are you?"
"My bedroom."
"Where is your bedroom?" Elena sighed looking down, finally giving in.
"Mystic Falls, Virginia" She looked back up and Castiel was gone. That's where her dream had ended.
