Okay first story, here it goes! It may seem slow at first but I wanted to develop a relationship between my main and another character:)– I own nothing Supernatural

Potential

A thin stream of light shone through a small opening onto a pair of tired brown eyes causing them to wearily open. Lauren panicked, fear washed over her as she realized she was trapped. She reached out into the darkness and felt a rough wooden surface; it did not take her long to notice she was in some sort of wooden crate. The musty smell of sweat and rotting wood filled her nostrils. Before she could take in her surroundings a set of deep muffled voices became increasing louder. She curiously peered through the small opening that was letting light into the wooden box.

Lauren watched as two men dressed in black business suits walked towards the crate she was trapped in carrying a plain black briefcase with serious expressions on their faces. One of the men looked in the direction of Lauren, as she caught a glimpse of his face she felt her heart sink deep into her chest. The man was intimidatingly tall and muscular. He also seemed to be starring right at her; she knew this couldn't be true as the opening to the box was merely the size of a small pebble. The man continued looking in her direction causing her discomfort to grow until he was distracted by the sound of a cell phone ringing.

"Hello?" the second man spoke into the phone while the tall man looked at him and placed the briefcase on the ground.

"Yes, I have it." grunted the second man with an annoyed expression. He ended the call and placed the cell phone back into his pocket before giving the taller man a nod.

"Aiden, the boss is on his way." the tall man nodded at the second man who was now running his hands through his short black hair while looking down at the ground. Lauren couldn't help but wonder what was in the briefcase, what was so important that it had the second man looking so worried.

She began searching the walls surrounding her trying to find an escape. Whatever was in the briefcase, as curious as she was, she did not want to find out. She just wanted to go home. She let out a gasp as her hand touched a sharp object embedded in the wall. She felt her hand getting warmer and a faint metallic smell began filling the box. Great, just what I need now she thought, sucking the blood off her finger. She faintly heard footsteps getting closer to her. Shit, they heard me she thought as peaked out the small opening.

"Be quiet. If you want to stay alive be quiet." Lauren looked through the opening of the box and saw Aiden walking away. She noticed the second man was no longer in the room.. and the briefcase was gone.

Lauren leaned against the wood behind her, what did I do to deserve this? She thought angrily clenching her hand into a fist. She remembered waking up that morning and making herself a cup of coffee before going to practice shooting in the forest on the edge of town. She remembered looking at herself in the mirror tying up her thick wavy hair and grabbing her bag before leaving her apartment. She recalled bumping into her neighbour while rushing to catch the elevator. Would they notice her missing? Would anyone notice her missing?

Laurens eyes flew open as she heard the first shot ring out. Three more gunshots followed along with men shouting incoherently. She really wished she had her gun on her, not that it would matter though, she was still trapped. As the noise and excitement began to die down Lauren heard footsteps coming quickly towards her. Whoever it was, she was not afraid to put up a fight.

Light suddenly came crashing down on her as her eyes adjusted to the brightness. She looked around disoriented. She was in some sort of warehouse. She turned quickly arms up to see who let her out. Aiden stood in front of her covered in blood, she assumed it wasn't all his because he was drenched in the red substance.

"We need to go now." He said grabbing her arm forcefully causing Lauren to pull back.

"I don't expect you to trust me, but I need you to live." He tugged her arm again as she heard a loud crashing noise behind her. She followed Aiden's lead as he led her through the labyrinth of the warehouse.

Once they were a fair distance from the warehouse Lauren stopped running. "Who are you?" she directed angrily to Aiden

"My name is Aiden, I do not wish to harm you, I want the opposite. I need to get you to safety. Here take this; I know you know how to use it." Aiden handed her a small handgun and continued forward. Lauren was confused, why had he given her a gun? She could easily kill him, his back was turned. She knew she couldn't harm anyone though, he did possibly save her. When we are safe, she thought, I will get answers.

They had been walking for what seemed like hours, Laurens body was severely fatigued. She was athletic, but all the excitement from today, the running, the lack of food, it was taking its toll. Aiden seemed to notice her exhaustion and motioned for her to sit down. They had found themselves in a suburban neighbourhood. Lauren sat down on the curb and watched as Aiden surveyed their surroundings. The streets were quiet; the streetlights offered a warm glow in the darkness of the night.

"Where are we? Who are you? And why did you save me?" Aiden let out a deep sigh as he looked at Lauren.

"If I told you, would you believe me?" Aiden looked concerned as he spoke to Lauren.

"Depends on what you say"

"I am an Angel of the Lord."

Lauren let out a loud laugh, which startled Aiden. He let out a sigh of disappointment and looked at Lauren with sad eyes.

"I would believe you, if I had some proof" Aiden grabbed Laurens hand. Dried blood caked her skin around her finger, from a small gash caused by the nail. Lauren watched as Aiden waved his hand slowly over her finger. When he let go the wound had healed. Lauren looked at him in disbelief.

"Angels wear suits now?" This time Aiden let out a laugh.

"Upon learning I am an angel that is the first question you have for me? This is not my true appearance. This is merely a vessel. A human cannot look at the true form of an angel, they cannot hear our true voice as well, the vessel is to protect you"

"Why did you save me? I remember being taken in the forest, but why bother saving me?" Lauren was angry she let herself get kidnapped. She was in the forest shooting, she was armed, and she was a fighter.

"The men who took you, they were doing the work of a demon. They were promised many things if you were captured"

"Okay.. but why me?" Lauren was getting frustrated now, angel or not this guy did not answer her questions well.

"You're.. special." Aiden was clearly having a hard time speaking with Lauren. He could feel her frustration building up.

"Is that meant to be some kind of compliment, 'cause being special wasn't very beneficial today now was it? And why are demons using humans to do their dirty work.. aren't they strong creepy lookin guys?"

"They wanted it to look like a typical human kidnapping, nothing suspicious, nothing to investigate. A demons true face is what you would call creepy, but they also require vessels."

"So what demons and humans are joining forces to kidnap innocent girls now?"

"Desperate humans who believe demons can give them what they want, yes. Like I said, you are special. You just haven't reached your full potential.