Chapter 1: Origins
I've had this idea in my head for a while now, and there aren't that many stories about it. Basically, a girl is sucked into the universe of Sam and Dean Winchester- starting in the first season. Most of the actions of her are basically what I would do in this situation.
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The loud crash of thunder resonated outside of the two-story house, sound waves shaking the walls. A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the room in which a young girl, only 14 years of age, lay curled under piles of blankets. Her phone was the only constant source of light in the room, playing out scenes from the ninth season of Supernatural. Suddenly, she turned off her phone and placed it face down on her bed. She let out an almost inhuman squeal- the sound of a fangirl. She laughed out loud, glad that her mom was asleep downstairs- it was 11:35 pm- and her older brothers were at their grandparents' house. She picked up her phone and unlocked it using the fingerprint identification on the home button, before almost immediately putting it back down. She squealed once more, tears of laughter pricking her eyes.
"Dean, you goddamn idiot," she muttered, sighing. A breathy laughter escaped her, before she sat up and stretched. She had just witnessed the older Winchester brother let 'Ezekiel'(or Gadreel, as she knew, having seen many spoilers) possess Sam. She leaned back against her stack of pillows, plugging her phone into the charger beside her bed. She leaned over to set the alarm for the morning, before once more sinking into the warm embrace of her bed.
The girl folded her hands against her stomach and closed her eyes. While she was an atheist, unlike her family, that didn't stop her from mock praying to the angels of Supernatural.
"Castiel," she murmured under her breath. "Gabriel, Hell, even Lucifer, if any of you are real, than just, please, just let me part of the Supernatural universe. But," she chuckled, "at least send my things along with me."
She laughed once more, opening her eyes and staring at the ceiling as her eyes adjusted to the absence of light. A swirling pattern of blues and greens mesmerized her- the same thing she saw every night. She blew air out through her lips, trying to find shapes within the mess of colours. The last thing she saw as she closed her eyes was a flash of white light, illuminating the inside of her eyelids a brilliant red.