I woke from my sleep, still exhausted.

Stretching, I forced myself up and dragged myself up to make a cup of coffee.

I worked as a packer for a top fashion company, but I despised it. I was stood for 12 hours a day at a bench, doing the same thing over and over again, with only one single half hour break, and I did it four days a week.

It was truly depressing, my feet hurt, and I was constantly drained.

But, I suppose, it did pay pretty well at $412 a week - $103 a shift.

It was the only thing that kept me from quitting.

I was so lonely though.

I rented a single roomed apartment cheaply for $400 a month, so I had plenty money left over for my utilities and bills, and even disposable income for the three days I was off - not that I did much in said days...mostly I slept to try and relax my achy body.

Well, I guess I'll introduce myself properly, instead of rambling about my job.

My name is Jess and I am 22 years old.

I used to live with my brother and cared for him, but he had died from alcohol poisoning when I was 17.

So, I got my own little apartment and tried making a life for myself.

I was deeply religious and would go to church on Sundays.

I loved hearing the bible stories and just feeling close to God - it was great.

More often than not, I would vent with Him about my meaningless life, though I did make sure I said I was grateful that I had a job, knowing counless others didn't, and struggled deeply through it.

Anyway, I guess we should get to the present shouldn't I?

Ok - enjoy.

So, I drank the strong coffee deeply, knowing I would need at least 3 to pull myself around.

While I was drinking my second cup, I decided to pray.

"Well, good morning God." I started, smiling - praying always cheered me up considerably.

"Good morning." A voice replied softly but with a hint of amusement.

Startled, I jumped up, dropping my coffee in the process.

"Ow!" I shouted, as it burned my lap.

"Careful!" the voice said.

Suddenly, the pain vanished, and my coffee appeared in its mug, on my table.

I was gobsmacked and slowly turned around, looking for the source.

I found him - he was around 5ft 5 with medium hair, and was wearing a white shirt and dark blue jeans.

"woah, how did you get in? Was that you? How did you do that!?" I bombarded him.

He held his hand up, grinning.

"Easy!" he laughed.

I fell silent at once, sensing that I should do as he asked.

My brain started working as the shock wore off and one particular thought edged its way to the front, refusing to leave me.

"You said good morning when I said good morning to God - why?" I asked, watching him carefully.

He laughed softly, seemingly excited.

"Well, its nice to answer directly, isn't it?" he asked.

My eyebrows shot up to my hairline, and I broke into a grin.

"Are you seriously telling me that you are God?"

He breathed out, turning more gentle.

"Yes."

The smile wouldn't leave my face.

"Oh wow - what an honour! like seriously - hey thanks for healing the burn, really appreciate that." I giggled, highly excited.

Now his eyebrows shot up.

"Er, yeah you're welcome. Wow, you're not scared of me?" he asked.

"No? Why would I be, you're God! I laughed, "Hey can I hug you, or would that be too weird?"

"You're - er, no sure - come here!" he chuckled, opening his arms.

I hugged him tightly, not daring to believe my luck - I was actually hugging God! It was the happiest moment of my life, and nothing will ever explain how joyous I was.

"You seem more surprised than me." I stated when I finally let him go.

"Most humans just seem really scared of me when I just TALK to them, never mind appear in their home all of a sudden." he explained.

"Fair do's." I nodded.

He grinned.

"Would you like a coffee?" I offered.

"Yeah sure, I'd love one." God nodded, definately pleased at my calmness and hospitality.

I made him one and we sat at the table.

"So - I guess this isn't a social call? To what do I owe the immense honour?"" I asked, acutely interested in what God himself would want of me.

"Well, I did need you for something, but I also wanted to meet you. Generally I only get to meet people and talk when they've died, so its a nice change. But yes, to business - there are two men called Sam and Dean, and I need you to sort of be their guardian, so to speak."

"Oh? How will I do that?" I asked.

"Well...see they're going through a lot right now. Believe it or not, I have a sister, called Amara - but she's not good. In fact, she's the opposite - she's the darkness, while I am the light. These boys, Sam and Dean - they are responsible for letting her loose - see, I locked her away in a cage, to stop her from destroying my creations. Now she has escaped, and they're trying their hardest to rectify it...oh you look so confused, I'm sorry - let me explain everything from the beginning..."