I was jolted from my deep sleep and bolted upright in bed. The windows vibrated, a brilliant white shone all around and it felt like a passenger jet had just crashed in the back yard, the loud bang still ringing in my ears. I threw the bed covers off and ran downstairs in my pyjamas, I couldn't be worried about waking Bobby up at this late hour, I had to get to the source of the noise as quickly as I could. I had been sleeping in one of Bobby's spare rooms as he had insisted. "It's not right for a hunter, especially a female hunter, to be out there alone. Stay at my place for a while." He had advised. He was like an uncle to me and although I had never met Sam and Dean, he spoke very highly of them and I respected what they meant to him.
"Nat, what the hell? What's the rush?" A tired-sounding Bobby asked with concern as I rushed downstairs and out of the back door. He obviously hadn't heard or seen what I had heard. I had a gift, something that ran in my family before I had to move away, as the visions and seeing things that others couldn't see, like ghosts, would have eventually sent me to a mental ward if I'd told my family about it. So I told them I was moving away for a new job, and luckily they believed me. I still visited them now and again. I now helped hunters with my special abilities and was even viewed as one myself, even though I had not been wronged by paranormal beings like so many other hunters, luckily my family had not been killed by demons, like poor Bobby's wife and Sam and Dean's parents.
I ran to the source of the noise, a man in his 40s lay bloody on the ground. No, not a man. An angel. I could see his halo and his wings after all. He was coughing up blood, the blood of his vessel, and looked at me in a way that made nothing but empathy and pity rise from my soul. His sapphire eyes reminded me of those of another angel who I had met one time at Bobby's house, I shuddered at their beauty, and the memories of seeing Castiel's stunning eyes for the first time. My instincts took over, I needed to get the angel into the house, in case any other angels appeared. I had a feeling they may come back to finish what they started. The male angel did not speak, he couldn't. Bobby came running out after me to his scrapyard, "What in the Hell?" I hadn't noticed but the usual stacks of cars had been knocked over and some that were not missing windows now were. Glass was strewn everywhere.