A/N: Not sure if I am going to continue this or not… But I made a post about this idea on Tumblr so I felt obligated to at least write a little bit of it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Supernatural plot though I guess these characters are mine? So yeah.
Susana had just closed up shop for the night, and was headed home. Her feet clicked mechanically against the pavement, as she inwardly cursed her low pay that did not allow her to even afford a bike. Her hand strayed to her purse and clenched protectively as the wind blew. She shivered.
The night sky lit up.
Her eyes immediately closed as she raised a hand to block the bright light filtering through her lids. As her eyes adjusted, she took her hand away from her eyes and gasped.
The sky seemed to be on fire. Falling stars, or meteors, were everywhere. For a split second, Susana was amazed. Then, as if someone had flicked a switch, a huge sadness fell across her. Her breath hitched in her throat for no reason, and tears pricked at her eyes.
She leaned back on the building behind her to get a grip as she wondered what had just come over her. Her eyes traveled back up to the sky and spotted a star coming very close to where she currently was. The star grew in size as in plummeted towards where she stood. Her feet moved on their own, and she covered her head as she moved away from where she had been standing.
A loud boom was heard as the falling star slammed into the cement where she had once been standing.
Susana uncovered her head and looked at what she suspected to be a rock.
Instead, there was a man lying there in a smoking heap. She gasped and reached down to help him, her hands touching his arm softly.
Susana's hands shot back, throbbing in pain. This guy is literally burning up! She thought to herself.
"Sir?" She spoke timidly as the man let out a small moan.
Susana took a chance and poked him again. He had cooled off rather well so she turned him around so that she could get a look at his face. His face was rather scratched up and while his eyes were cracked open just a bit only the whites of his eyes were showing.
His mouth popped open and he began to mumble a string of words that made absolutely no sense to Susana.
"Father… Metatron… Why… Angels… Fire… Home…" His mumbling continued as Susana looked around, trying to find anyone that could help.
She sighed and crouched down to help the man stand up. I can't exactly leave him here, now can I? She thought to herself as he leaned on her to stop himself from falling.
With his weight weighing heavily on her, she hobbled off to the nearest hospital.