Hi! I just recently joined the supernatural fandom, and all of a sudden I realized I wanted to write a fanfiction. I haven't done this in ages, so I'm out of practice, but I hope you like it. My bestfriend is helping me with the plot, and maybe eventually she'll help me write too. We'll see. I mostly write from Dean's point of view, so know you know that. Enjoy, and please leave comments on things I can improve, I'd love to get better at this :^)
Chapter 1
Today was just another night spent at a motel, all alone. I poured a last drink for myself, pulled out a chair and sat down heavily. I was tired after a long day of researching, hunting and just stuff in general. Sam had left in a hurry, wanting to catch up on something at the library before it closed, or I think that was what he said, I couldn't quite remember. To be honest, I couldn't quite remember a lot from the day, expect the hunting. Always the damned hunting. Don't get me wrong, I loved it, and couldn't picture a life as "normal", but sometimes it was just too tiring, and I wanted to take a day off. Like today.
It occurred to me that if some psycho motherfucker showed up here now, I wouldn't be able to defend myself, but my thoughts was so blurred that I didn't think much of it. I was getting sleepy now, which was good, because then my bad thoughts wouldn't have time to reach me before drifting off to sleep. I could only hope they wouldn't follow me into my nightmares, which they normally did.
I kept staring out the window, drinking and mumbling weird stuff to myself, when suddenly there was a glimpse of light in front of me. My eyes closed immediately, shielding themselves from the burning sight. In just a second, the light was gone, and I opened my eyes just to find darkness around me. It was different though, it was comforting darkness and not evil darkness, if that even makes sense. I could feel something or someone's presence. I stared right into the window and blinked a few times before trying to adjust my sight. And I'd been right, someone was standing in front of me. Someone with a long coat, and a serious look.
I was too drunk to figure whether it was a demon or not, but I felt safe, not like when I saw a demon. Maybe I was just too drunk for my own good. I looked up at the person, and then I saw them. His wings. I gasped. "An angel?" I kept staring at him. He looked me straight in the eye while talking. "Yes. Goodnight, Dean." His arm touched my face, and suddenly I was long gone in wonderland. I didn't dream that night. No nightmares, no nothing. I slept peacefully until the next morning.