"In the Heat of the Moment, telling you what your heart meant." Her alarm plays. When she opens her eyes she sees her quote board on the ceiling. She has a flashback to 6th grade when she made this board with old martial arts belts with her mom. It was the first time she had ever cut a piece of wood. She bolts up and climbs down her raised bed. As always she starts dancing in her immaculately clean dorm room. "Heat of the moment," She sings as she gets ready. She didn't have to worry about the noise because her room walls were covered in sound proofing foam for her to practice piano, guitar, ukulele, flute, violin, and of course, sing. Her morning routine consists of showering, doing her hair, getting dressed, making her bed, straightening the papers on her desk, cleaning anything that got messed up throughout the night, the packing up her bag for class. She wore her normal outfit; band tank, blue jeans, favorite leather jacket, black combat boots, high pony, minimal makeup and a extremely organized piano design bag she had laid out on one of her desks. She has one desk for her computer and one for homework with grey metal file cabinets on each side. She dashes out of her room almost forgetting to turn off her alarm and strolls to her Psych class.

The dorm hallway was clean of smoke or graffiti with laminated 'hall rules' papers posted every three rooms on either side. I never stopped to read the rules because I wrote them. I was the Resident adviser. As I walked outside I took a deep breath. People were waving at me as I walked. I was pretty popular seeing as I was leader of a lot of clubs to make up for my dislike of parties.

"Are we still on for that haunted house Saturday?" One of my nerdy friends asked.

"Yeah, I'll bring the tickets." I winked and continued walking. People's heads followed me as I walked. My bright red hair caught their attention. Even with all the distractions and questions I got to the classroom on no time. I remember the first class I was late so I calculated for distractions.

"Perfect timing" I thought as I go to my normal seat right in the middle of the auditorium. I have better than perfect vision so I had no problem reading the board from here. The huge auditorium was practically empty, seeing as I was 25 minutes early. I always get amazed walking into the auditorium. It probably had more than 800 seats with a huge stage and burgundy curtains. I always come in early to set up my stuff. I lay out my pencils, pens, highlighter, and anything else I might possibly need in a specific order then pull out my ruler. I measure and straighten my tools as people start coming in. Once I finished I pulled out the final book of Supernatural and started reading. All of a sudden I hear "Hey Alex" right behind me. It was Aradia Novak, my best friend since we were 12. She got me into the Supernatural books.

"Woah! Sorry, you startled me" I said.

"No prob. So, which book are you on?" She asked while leaning in closer to read over my shoulder. I had to think for a moment. I wasn't really paying attention, I just sorta got absorbed in the story.

"I think it's the last one" I replied questioningly.

"Settle down class" Professor Brunner said. Aradia just kept on talking.

"Shhhhh" I whispered to Aradia. "He said to be quiet."

"Today we will be continuing last week's lesson about facial cues."

Class went on for a while and everyone (and by everyone I mean me) took notes until I hear a foreign voice call my name. "Alexis Blair, someone is here to see you. He says it's urgent." she says in a hurried tone. I grab my things quickly and rush down the auditorium stairs to the doorway. She says "He told me to direct you to your room. He will meet you there." She stuttered out while shuffling to the road. She seemed almost scared. "We have a cart waiting for you outside to take you to your dorm".

"Thank you. Who did he say he was again?"

"Your half-brother, Caster, or something like that".

"Ok, thank you for everything." I replied as I got in the cart.

It was a swift ride back to my clean dorm. Most people would say it's perfect but I could tell you 25 things to make it better. I spend most of my free time cleaning, organizing, wiping down surfaces, and tons of other things to satisfy my perfectionism. I hear a faint sound of feathers flapping. It sounded like an owl flying in. "Hello Alexis" said an unfamiliar voice behind me.

"Woah, woah, woah! What is happening?" I stumbled out and almost tripped from jumping so high.

"I am Castiel, an angel of the lord. I am here to take you to the Winchesters."

"Like the Winchesters from the Supernatural books?"

"I don't know how to explain this, I thought you already knew."

"Knew what?"

"About the books being written by a prophet."

"I don't think that book has come out yet."

"It's not a book. It's real." He explained in a very irritated way.

"Ok, great practical joke but you moved my binder and now I have to realign everything." I said doubtingly as I walked over to my desk and pulled out my ruler.

"This might prove my point" he stated as he stepped in front of me and put his pointer and middle finger on my forehead.