Home - Lost and Found...
Author's Note: Home is the first book, of a reader insert novel, Called Lost and Found. This is rather an introductory book, which is all fluff, and some mental problems. Some things are written on second hand experience, so if there are any suggestions, any mistakes, please mention them.
the story is about a girl, who finds herself in the Supernatural Universe. And here she finds out, that she isn't as simple, or strong as she thought - She has problems, with the transition, and the boys are there to take care off her.
This is an intended Dean X Reader work. I began it, but exploring the female character took too many chapters than intended, so i have extended this project onto another book, the working title of which is 'Alternate Universe'.
Chapter One
Its early morning. I'm usually still sleeping, but today I've somehow gotten up way early. It isn't even completely bright, just faint, blue sky, cold breeze.
Sometimes dreams are too surreal to forget. They stay in your memory in form of broken pieces of a puzzle, floating in some unknown corner of your brain.
But the dream I had just now is different. I remember only that it was weird, but its weirdness was no match for the sense of peace that accompanied it. where was I in that virtual imagery, I don't remember – just blurred green landscape, possibly a meadow, then suddenly white sky, laden with bright clouds – and then, a feeling of rush, as if I was flying.
I should probably introduce myself before I narrate this amazing tale – I think it's amazing, but then I was in it. Tell me what you think of it, when you hear it, won't you, dear reader?
I'm Raina. Just Raina now. I lived in the University, the Girls' Hostel. The University itself is a jungle, roads running through deep cover, sunlight flitting in though foliage, of oh so many green shades.
The tale begins on an early morning, as I said before. I like mornings, and lazy sunny noon-s, and overcast evenings, and chilly but clear nights. I realize I'm rambling – so I'll just tell you what happened that morning…
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I have woken up unusually early after many busy days, so I decide to go for an early walk, since it would be so beautiful to walk in the jungle in half dark, half-light, and see the nature come alive with sunrise. Good morning, Raina! I say to myself as I look for my track pants, but they're in way back of the closet, almost never used.
I'm not saying I'm fat, but I could be better with exercise. It would certainly help a little with my height. Just an inch short to five feet is way short, my mom keeps telling me. And I tell her I'm the reason a six feet guy feels tall.
So I just put on my yesterday's jeans, and a full-sleeved gray T shirt, since its cold outside. I put my earplugs in, connect my phone, slip it the back pocket of the jeans, and head out.
It is so breathtaking, the beauty nature presents to me at each step. I look around, mesmerized, walking the familiar paths.
The walk has done me good. I feel fresh; the use of my muscles is satisfying.
After half hour's walk, I decide to go back. I turn right, intending to circle back to the Hostel.
Few minutes later, I come to a Y-bend. And- - wait a minute-? There WASN'T supposed to be Y-bend here! It should have been just another right turn here.
I look at the road leading towards left. It's a narrow path, and since it's relatively darker, I can't make out where it leads to.
It looks beautiful. Serene, peaceful. As though its calling to me, I walk towards the path, my earlier decision to go back forgotten.
I feel like I've found a new treasure, as I devour the splendor this path offers to my senses. The greens, the browns, the rustle of wind moving through leaves, and relative silence.
I walk on, and I feel like I'm climbing up a slight slope. The air is cold, getting more so. It feels good on my sweaty face.
These are some places of the jungle I had never earlier seen. But there are lots of places in the University I hadn't yet explored, so I think this is one of it.
The slope is now going down, as the road turns. I'm walking down now, and it's much easier and faster, although there is thick fog now, I suddenly notice.
I walk down, and the path is now a little larger, merging into small road that's turning around a small hill-like structure. I am wondering where the hill came from, as I walk on, and the fog suddenly lifts, clears.
And this feels familiar. Like something out of dream.
I keep walking, noticing the road sloping down further, and then to my left, as I walk, I see a structure I had only ever seen on a laptop screen.
No. No way, no way in Heaven or Hell, I scream to myself in my head. This is all a dream. It has to be. The best Dream, but still only a dream, and I'm about to wake up now.
But the waking never comes.
I reach the top of small steps that led to a door underground. Now I know why the forest felt familiar.
I was at the Bunker. The Men of Letters Bunker.
My brain tries to reason against reality.
Oh Come on. This isn't the same bunker. Hell, it might not even be a bunker. Supernatural is a TV show, not real. Get out of the Trance, idiot, wake up, Raina...
But as I walk down the stairs, the symbol on the door clearly stands out – Men of Letters.
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