A/N: This is a CanonxOC story, with three different OC's being the love interests of Sam, Dean, and Castiel. If you do not like the thought of that, do not continue reading.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to its writers. A lot of this story is created by me in the universe of the Supernatural story line, but there are still points from the show that are used throughout the entire thing.
In a town where everything was in walking distance from home, it always seemed so silly that a certain college graduate spent most of her time in a garage with nothing but a toolbox and a radio for hours on end. When people would walk past the tiny ivory-colored home they could hear songs from various genres that seemed a bit contradictory to be played one after the other, as if someone would be offended by such a music taste. As her days would come to an end she would finish up her work in the garage and turn off the radio. Afterwards she would clean herself up so she could do some drafts for her career where she designed merchandise and advertisements for certain companies that pay her a good deal of money. Once her work was all complete she retired to sleep where she would read until she could no longer keep her eyes open. It was a dull routine to anyone who believed they knew her; however she found that it kept her very busy.
This lifestyle was abruptly changed all because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe if she would have just stayed in bed that morning, or maybe if she would have simply ignored the actual event, her life would have continued to be this repetitive, customary rut that she had dug herself into. Just a line of unfortunate events that led her into something she thought only happened in movies and books.
Her life-altering event began on an early morning in late spring. The sun had peered through slightly opened curtains onto Katie's eyes which forced her to pull the blankets over her head. This instinctive movement of her body was the sole reason why she had woken up in the first place. If her body was alert enough to do something, then so was her mind, and it became hard to fall back to sleep in that kind of state. After turning around a few times in the lonely bed, she removed her barely dressed self and shuffled around the room to find some clothes. She wasted no time getting ready, because she had something to do that day. It became a mission to visit the bookstore and pick out a new book, because she had finished the one she was previously reading the night before.
The brunette slipped into her Russian green shirt with an illustration of a dear with tree-like antlers printed on it before searching through her dresser for a pair of dark jean shorts that reached just above her knees. She spent the next few minutes scavenging through the house for her black Converse that always seemed to be in a new place every single time she went to look for them. Living alone in a house, even as tiny as hers, made it very easy to misplace things. This also made it even harder to find said things, because she was always a one-man search party. For a moment, she gave up looking for the shoes just so she could grab her wallet, black beanie hat, and leather vest.
Katie resumed her search again once she adjusted the collar of her leather vest and made sure her hat would not fall off. A few minutes later she found the shoes hidden under the sofa. As soon as she slipped on the footwear she was ready to visit the bookstore. She picked up her keys from a bowl just beside the door and left the house to start her stroll. To take her car would have been pointless seeing as it was only a five minute walk to get to the building. Half of that time was spent just walking up the long dirt road that separated her home from the rest on the main highway.
The sun was the brightest it had been that entire week on that day. Just before she entered the bookstore she checked her phone just to see if it would be opened at the time. It was; she had been sleeping a lot longer than she had planned to that morning. The time on the screen showed it was a little passed noon when she set foot into the vast amount of words and tiny little worlds. She decided she would get a cup of coffee to wake her senses up before coming to the very important decision of a new book to read. Her mind would not be thinking as clearly and there was no worse feeling than being disappointed by a story. With a cup of coffee in hand, she took a seat at one of the high tables and started working on finishing her drink.
While she sat there, the only thing that could occupy her mind was observing each person in the room for a second or two. Every time the bell for the door would ring, she would look out her peripherals to get a glance at the new strangers. Each face that entered showed nothing of interest to her, so she kept to herself as always. Even if she had found someone interesting she would not do anything about it. She had never been one for socializing.
It was not until a man entered, carrying an old and tattered book, that she showed any sort of interest in the people around her. The book did not bother her, although, it did make her curious as to why the man would bring a used book to a bookstore that did not resell books. The thing that did bother her was the man himself. It would be a lie to say that she was not a person who was a bit judgmental about people's appearances, because she was. She believed that the way a person presented themselves in front of others really said a lot about their character.
With that in mind, the man's appearance made him the exact opposite of any kind of threat that she was experiencing. He looked like an average Joe, a family man so to speak. She spotted a keychain with a few photographs of children hanging out of his pocket; the pictures had been yellowed over time, so she assumed they were photos of his siblings or himself when he was young. His clothing was nothing of interest. It was less likely that you would point him out on the streets for being a little out there, in his light blue polo and khaki pants. He had a strong build, or at least it looked like he did being covered in the loose clothing. The way he held himself made him appear younger than his face told, a few wrinkles peaking. All in all, if there was one thing that was scary about him it was the crudely done tattoo sleeve of black symbols that looked like gibberish to her.
If it was not the book or his appearance sending such fear down her spine, then she really did not know what was wrong with her. Maybe the coffee was not sitting well, although that was very unlikely, because she had been addicted to the warm beverage since she was a freshman in high school. Her sense of fear was the only reason her eyes followed him throughout the store. She felt that if she were to take her eyes away from the man for even one second, then he would appear beside her and attack her. While she was watching him, she noticed that he was being extra cautious around the employees of the store.
After a few moments of watching him just wander around, she started to calm herself. He did not seem to have any malicious intent, so she drank the last mouthful of coffee before throwing away the plastic cup in a garbage can nearby. The anxious graduate began her journey to find a book to read, looking for an aisle that lacked the presence of another. She felt less required to rush if she could find a shelf all to herself that appealed to her interest. The paranormal section was missing its usual large crowd of readers and gave her the opportunity to go searching through the untouched territory.
Katie pulled her hat off to run a hand through her hair just to keep it from getting flat against her head before she actually cracked down and started searching. As she found a knot in her hair, she turned her head to try and look at the chunk of tangled strands. The movement of her head led her to make direct eye contact with the strange male she had been watching earlier, sending a shiver through her entire body. The man had his hand over the binding of the tattered book which he was placing in the bookcase. A grin tugged at his lips before he walked away from the section and out of the bookshop completely.
The smug look on his face annoyed her more than it actually scared her at that point. When she was able to confirm that he was gone she walked over to where he had placed the book and pulled it from the shelf. Calloused hands flipped the book back and forth while hazel eyes searched for a title only to discover that there was none on the hard back. She was about to open the book in search for the appellation, however, someone much smaller had bumped her which ultimately forced her to lose grip on the book. It slammed face down onto the ground and made a noise that caused the entire bookstore to look in her general direction. The shorter female who bumped into her looked down at the book on the ground, ready to lean down and pick it up. However, she was not able to reach it in time, because Katie beat her to it.
The stranger apologized, fiddling with her maroon sweater sleeves before walking away. The girl left Katie with a sense of inquisitiveness, because she did not understand how someone could wear a sweater this close to summer. She shrugged off the thought, looking back down at the book in her hand and no longer caring to find a title. To bring the book to an employee seemed like the best idea, and when she did that the employee gave her a questioning gaze. A short summary of what happened and a thank you later should have brought the short interaction to an end. He repeated what she had previously done, flipping the book to look at the front and back covers in search of something that was not there.
It was Katie's inquiring mind that prevented her from walking away. She could have just left it at that and gotten as far away as possible, but no, she needed to know what the title of the book was. The employee held the book steady in one of his hands to stare at the front cover. Suspense gnawed at Katie's heels, and she was getting ready to open the book herself until the employee slowly bent the binding. Both of them were surprised, however, for two different reasons. The employee was surprised to find absolutely no words in the thick, broken volume, while Katie was surprised to see black wisps emanating from the book. They merely floated over the pages, seemingly harmless. The wisps then traveled around the room, searching for something so quickly that Katie could barely keep up with them.
Black clouds eventually came back to her, stopping, and just sitting in front of her. The employee asked if she was alright, and that brought to her attention that she was the only one following the wisps around. An idea that she was the only person who could see them made her feel a bit special in a twisted kind of way. She nodded at the employee, stepping back slowly in attempt to move away from the balls of energy, because ultimately, they gave her a negative feeling. The smoke disappeared into a man standing behind the employee, leaving no trace.
Everything looked fine for a moment; it just looked like the man had swallowed something the wrong way. Then she was frozen in sudden fear when the man's eyes turned pitch black. She had never seen anything like it before, and the unfamiliarity sent awe into her.
A similar grin to the one that the man who originally brought in the book appeared on the new strangers face, and Katie could begin to connect this event to something she had read before. All she could think was, 'I'm going to die.' It was her realistic way of handling the situation, thinking of the worst possible outcome and trying her hardest to prevent it.
The way his face peered over the employee's shoulder, teasing her into thinking that maybe for a moment, she would be safe while the man got a hold of the employee. The short film of such a scenario played in her head, imagining the employee's head being ripped off and allowing her a short time to put as much distance between her and this thing as possible. The thought was corrupt; something she felt was planted into her mind by an outside source, almost testing her to see if she would actually leave the innocent man to be killed.
Concern washed over the employee as he asked her again if she was alright. The possessed man took a step forward in attempt to reach out for the employee, and Katie's instincts kicked in. She touched the employee's arm and pushed him to the side, then behind her. In this swift moment, the other man saw her as a threat as if she was even capable of harming him at all with no weapons. He brought up his hand, than slapped her with his knuckles which sent her flying into a bookshelf.
Customers on the other side of the bookshelf began to panic as it started to topple over to their side. Out of panic and adrenaline, each person on the other side was able to catch the bookshelf and then push so it would fall back onto the other side. Katie, on the ground beside the bookcase that was slowly falling over onto her, was unable to move in all of the pain that she felt. Her cheek burned from the slap, her arm was already beginning to bruise from coming into contact with the bookshelf at such a high speed, and a bone in her wrist snapped when she fell down on top of it. She could barely feel her head, nearly unable to stay conscious through all of the pain.
The female that bumped into her earlier, appeared beside her, the maroon sweater being the only thing that Katie could recognize at first. Suddenly, she heard the slam of the bookshelf into the ground, a child crying, and thuds of people running. Through all of the chaos, Katie could not take her eyes off of her savior. In her delusional state, she could see a faint outline of grey angel wings, which she admired from where she was laying. "Stay still. I will be right back," the hero ordered. Katie could not nod as reassurance, but the girl knew she would listen perfectly.
A battle broke out, and although the injured female could only make out parts of it from so far away, she was amazed by the true power she could sense from both sides. Soon, she heard the high-pitched screams that were similar to that of nails on a chalkboard, and the noise forced her to close her eyes and cringe. The pounding in her head picked up, and for a short moment she could not open her eyes at all.
"Katie, stay awake," the voice of the stranger called, and she could feel someone lifting her up onto her feet and helping her get to safety. She could not lift her head, but once she was on her feet she could open her eyes and try her hardest to stay aware. The savior got someone to call for help, and within the next few minutes, Katie was in the back of an ambulance racing towards the nearest hospital.