Chapter One: Wishing
Hey there guys, it's been a while!
I've found myself in a bit of a 'Supernatural' craze lately, and this has been buzzing around in my head for a while and I thought, 'what the heck', I'll try my hand at writing it and see how it goes.
I'm gonna set this in the middle of the sixth season. And since Castiel is my favorite character, I'm gonna make him a part of this as much as I can while trying keeping him in character...That's gonna be tough-_-;. But oh well, I'll do it for him!
'Team Cass' rulz! XD XD XD
Enjoy the story everybody!
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Rosalynn Davis cried as the show cut to credits.
She'd just finished watching the last Dvd of her favorite program, 'Supernatural'. She was watching season six.
It wasn't the first time she'd see the episode, but it still made her want to throw a fit when she saw her favorite Angel character playing the part of the bad guy.
"Castiel! How could you do this to me?" Rosie moaned, rolling around on the floor and acting like a four year old instead of a mature young lady of seventeen. While her best friend who was staying the night watched her. Slightly amused, but mostly annoyed.
"Dear lord, Rosie," Keana said, "You've seen this episode three times already."
"You'd think you'd tune it down a little by now."
Rosie stopped her rolling, and sat up, an angry look in her blue-grey eyes.
"I know, but it still bums me out!" Rosie said in a huff. "I mean honestly, Cass should have known better! He should have found some other way of defeating Raphael, or at least put all the souls back when he had the chance!"
"Well Rosie, you know how it goes, everything happens for a reason." Keana said. "And you herd what everyone's been saying, they're bringing him back. The writers must have something good planned for him."
That was true, she'd been a little down ever since seasons 7 first episode aired, and she never really got around to watching the next ones after it. But then she heard that they were bringing Castiels' character back, so she'd contented herself with watching her other Dvds' until he appeared back in the show. Only then would she watch the others in season seven.
But it still didn't make her feel better about the end events of season six.
"That still doesn't make what happened right." Rosie mumbled, crossing her arms. "Even when he comes back, no one's gonna trust him."
"The dude died in the first episode of the latest season." Keana said in an exasperated voice, "Maybe that'll earn him some sympathy points."
Rosie gave Keana a frown, her friend didn't understand how it made her feel. But instead of saying anything that would make look even more like a child, she only let out a disheartened sigh, bringing her long chestnut braid over her shoulder and running it through her hands. A nervous habit she'd picked up.
"It's just…he turned his back on his friends for power, Keana, I don't like that."
Keana stood up from the couch, stretching out the kinks in her shoulders. "Well, what can you do, Rosie?" She asked. "It's not like you can hope inside the T.V. and put him in time out."
Rosie frowned, "Well if I could, I'd find a way to make him see opening Purgatory was the wrong thing to do!"
"Riiiight, way to be an optimistic nerd, sweetie." Keana said, patting Rosie on the head. "Welp, g'night, I'm going to bed."
"Night Keana." Rosie said to her friends retreating back.
Then she found herself alone, and she looked at the T.V., the credits to the show were almost over.
She had really meant what she said before. If she only had the chance, she would try her hardest to stop her favorite Angel from opening Purgatory. That was, if he were real.
Rosie let out a disheartened sigh. She knew that none of the characters were real, and she knew it was only a show.
But that didn't stop her from wishing.
Slowly, she reached over and switched off the screen, staring into her reflection for a moment before getting up and heading to her ready for a nice long sleep filled with hopeful dreams.
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'Interesting... so very interesting
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You seem so determined to fix the mistakes of another
so set on directing them towards a different path.
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If you are sure that you can handle the task, than I shall grant you your wish
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But I warn you,
There are some things must happen for the greater of the future
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Be ready for what lies ahead of you, and always keep in mind, for at the end of your journey...
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...There is a lesson to be learned...'
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"Hey."
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"Hellooooo."
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"Wakey, Wakey!"
A voice pulled Rosie from her deep slumber, and she jerked when a hand suddenly tapped her on the cheek.
Giving a groggy moan, slapped the offending appendage away from her.
"Freddie, go away!" She mumbled in a slight whine, thinking it was her brother, and turned over to hide her face from him and the sunshine that filtered through the window, "Me and Keana stayed up that last night, I wanna sleep a little longer."
But after a moment, Rosie found she couldn't go back to sleep. Something felt...off...
She could no longer smell her french vanilla room freshener, instead, the air had a strong scent of whiskey and some sort of weird spice.
Opening her eyes, she suddenly realized that she was no longer in her bed, but instead, on a tatty old couch.
"Well sleeping beauty, I don't know who this 'Freddie' guy is…." The voice suddenly said, making her eyes grow wide. It for sure didn't belong to her brother, it was way too rough, but that didn't mean she didn't recognize it.
But that wasn't possible.
Slowly she turned, her eyes landing on the stern face of Dean Winchester himself.
"…But I'm pretty sure he doesn't live here."
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"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
Hehehe,
Oh fits and giggles, I can't wait to start writing the next chapter.
I'm contemplating have slight Dean abuse, but I assure you 'Team Dean' fans, it'll all be in good humor. Plus he's a big boy, he can't take it.
Let me know what you all think so far :)))