AN: Hello everyone, yeah it's been awhile since I've posted any content on here. But, maybe I can hopefully get back into writing, and so I know I have unfinished stories on here, I thought maybe I could write something for Supernatural. NOTE: Yes, this will be an OC story, but hopefully I can steer clear of Mary-Sueness, OOC-ness, plot holes, etc.… Constructive criticism is welcome. The title is subject to change. Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and CW. All rights reserved.
It was a dream come true right? No, not after the seeing things go to hell (and of course that's literal for this place) fight up close, and personal. Running helplessly I had to survive long enough to find them or I would most likely become a ghost or rakashaka or whatever's next meal, but I could already feel my lungs burning, I can.t'. I can't…
Lungs burning, I almost collapse against a tree, desperately gulping air quietly as I can.
The thought of when I used to watch this show regularly flashes through my mind as I can only stop to rest, of how I loved to use the show as an escape and how it would be actually live it this world, be a part of thus this universe, how I would fit in with this place, but in all that I didn't imagine how difficult, or rather I didn't until "reality" slapped me in the face, it would be to survive. And even with all that I know it may not be enough to win every battle.
AN: So, yeah, not the best prologue in the world, but hopefully this'll give me help any writer's block but hopefully you guys like it. Until next time~!