(Okay I know there are a few of Supernatural stories on this kind of story, this is my own that I actually got from a dream I had this week and I really wanted to share it. Yes it's a self inserted one. I know I'm not the only one who's had these kinds of dreams. I added stuff so that it would make sense. Please not that I don't own Supernatural and only the characters I create. No copyright infringement intended. Season 2-episode 3-Bloodlust (2006) .What I describe is what I look like and yes I'm only 4'11 and I do have blue/grey eyes that change. I also have brown short hair (with bangs) and I wear glasses with lined bifocals. If following the story confuses you I'm sorry, but I don't have a beta reader and I haven't written in a long time and this is my first fic I have written since that time. I'm not going back and correcting anything so don't bother writing a review about it. I've already been reviewed about it. So on to the story...
Wisconsin 2013.
Morgan sat at her computer writing her new Supernatural story. It was the second one that featured her character Pyro. Her first one was also from a dream and she was a really big fan of the show. She had all 7 seasons and her favorite was Dean. She was more partial to Dean. Why? Well first he had the best one-liners ever in the first couple of seasons and he was cocky and who wouldn't want to be saved by him. She liked Sam, but she didn't like what they did to his character in the coming seasons. She had started watching the show as a marathon. She had just started watching season 1-3 again.
Her favorite seasons were season 1-3 and she had some favorites from later seasons, but she never liked the direction the show has gone after season 5. The French Mistake, Frontierland and Clap Your Hands if You Believe from season 6 was an exception. She had just started on the second chapter when a thunderclap hit and she jumped.
"Damn it, I'll have to write in my notebook so I don't forget the rest of it." She was about to click the shut down button when something popped up on the screen. It was a bunch of writings and she didn't recognize the writing at first. She leaned in closer and looked. It was Latin for sure. She stared at it and began to read it to herself out loud. "Post, ubi iam non transibit ante ostium. Ubi cum iam non videt, ad usum. Eodem anno, ne tuum, et mundus erit. Tu per te, ne rursus redire.."
The computer went black and somehow a big roaring noise started and she tried to see what was happening, but she shut her eyes when she felt like she was falling and then blackness came.
Morgan opened her eyes and tried to get up. She carefully put her small hands down to pull herself up. She touches her forehead and looks at her hand. It was red. She looks down and sees what her forehead had hit. It was a rock the size of an orange and it has blood on it. "Damn it." She mumbles through gritted teeth.
It took her a few minutes to stand up. She had to stand up slowly or she may fall again. She looked around and noticed she was on the side of a road. Everything hurt and she carefully looked both ways and was crossing the street when a car came out of nowhere. She froze and the car stopped and she felt something hit her and then blackness.
Dean put on the brakes when he saw the small figure. He managed to stop, but he felt his bumper hit something. Dean turned off the Impala and got out. Sam followed behind him. He kneels down and looked at the small figure. The small figure looked to be not even 5 ft with brown short hair and with glasses that had lined bifocals. She was wearing blue jeans and a dark blue long sleeve shirt with a pair of brown leather boots. "I wonder who she is."
Sam knelt down and put his hand to the neck. "She's alive." Dean nodded and carefully picked her up in his arms. He noticed that she didn't weigh much and how tiny she was. Sam opened one of the back doors, so he could lay her in the backseat and then shut the door. "Careful." Sam told Dean as he gently noticed the wound on her forehead. Dean started the car as soon as Sam got in and shut the passenger door.
(Please note: I used the English version translated to Latin using the Google translation. The English version is: Once you pass through this door you will not be where you were before. When you look to see you will not be where you use to be. The year might not be the same and the world won't be yours. So once you go through you may not return to yours. It was made up by me. I thought I'd let you know that.)
