Don't Be Scared of What's In The Dark

Chapter One; Little Piece of Heaven?

Today was supposed to be a normal day. Nothing out of ordinary, just normal. In other words, boring. It certainly started out that way. But as the day progressed, it started to get worse. Things just kept going wrong, until they just fell apart all together.

But for now, let's just start at the beginning. It started somewhere in Louisiana, at a little local collage. There wasn't much to it, in fact there was only about a hundred students. They all knew each other in some way, and bullying was not tolerated by anyone. The closest thing to bullying at this college was shunning.

And to those who have experienced it, being pushed around it better than being treated like you didn't exist.

There was one girl in that school who knew that very well.

"Hey! Heather!" Elene waved at her friend, smiling and flipping her dark locks out of her face.

Heather turned and pointed to the cute guy next to her, mouthing "I'm busy, later?"

Elene sighed, shaking her head. "It's fine!"

The blonde girl grinned and waved.

Elene sighed again as she turned away. Both of her friends were with their friends, so once again, she was alone at their- no, her - lunch table. This happened alot. Elene was a shy girl, unless you knew her. No one really knew her, though. She had only three friends, popular, cute Heater, and smart, straight A's Joanna. Then there was Matthew. He was annoying at best, and an asshole at worst. He was kind of a geek, and was usually absent from school.

They were so busy with their lives, they didn't really make time for anything else. Elene was a prideful person, though, so often she would push them away when they had time for her.

She was fine with it, most of the time. Elene would rather read and write. She was taking literature courses, the only reason she was at collage was because more than anything, she wanted to write. She wanted to create her own little worlds, create stories that people could drown themselves in and just forget about the rest of the world.

Elene wanted to escape reality, because if we're really honest, reality sucks sometimes.

She, like so many other girls, would get attached to fictional characters and people. She cried when they did, laughed when they did, and a piece of her died when they did.

One good thing about today, a surprising thing, was that as she sat down to eat, someone sat next to her.

"Heya!"

"Matt!" Elene grinned. "I didn't know you'd be here today!"

The shorter boy smiled, winking at her. "Well, I'm just full of surprises, aren't I?"

She just shook her head and playfully shoved him. "Yeah, whatever."

He pulled his laptop out of his bag, and handed it over to Elene. "I've been working on a little something for ya, check it out." Matthew blew his hair out of his face nervously.

"Uhm...it wouldn't have something to do with Supernatural, would it?" She asked, taking the black laptop and placing it on the table.

Her friend elbowed her in the ribs. "Why would you think otherwise?" He waggled his eyebrows at her.

"Ow!" Elene smacked his arm. "Don't hit me, Matty. It isn't nice."

"When have I ever claimed to be nice?" His grin took up the whole bottom half of his face, and he winked again.

Elene shook her head and giggled, opening the laptop. "It's locked. Password?" She turned to Matthew, and in the process accidentally bumped her chest against his arm.

She squealed and jumped back, and he either didn't notice or didn't care. She covered her small chest with her arms and blushed furiously. Matthew laughed at her while typing in the code and shoved the laptop towards Elene.

"If you want me to touch you, just ask." He said cheekily.

Elene gasped and slapped him.

"Ouch. Okay, sorry. Just look now, will ya?" He whined, rubbing his sore cheek.

"Fine, pervert." She huffed.

"Oi! Not a pervert! Just curious."

Elene shoved him back again, then focused her attention to the computer screen.

"Oh my stars. This is...there are no words." Elene whispered, awed at the artwork displayed. It was of Castiel, his dark angel wings spread out, flying upward. His right hand was gripping Dean's bare shoulder, pulling out of the fires of hell, chains attached to his feet, slowly breaking. The colors and blended together perfectly. It was so realistic it almost felt as if you were actually there.

Matthew smiled bashfully. "Thanks, I guess? It took forever to do. I just finished it yesterday, actually." He was shy when it came to his artwork. Elene was the only person he ever showed it to.

"It's just...amazing! You will email it to me, this is my new screensaver!" She gushed, hugging Matthew.

He made a face and peeled her off of him. "Kay, but no more hugs." Matthew ran his hands over the front of his shirt.

"Well, I better go. I promised Alice I'd help her with her new computer. Poor girl, she doesn't even know how to turn it off." He wrinkled his nose.

"Haha! Good luck with that. I hope you don't just confuse her anymore than she already is." Elene said as he packed up his stuff.

"Yeah. See ya later, 'Len." He waved and jumped up.

"Sure, Matt. Later!" Matthew grinned at her one last time before walking out of the cafeteria.

The bell rang, signaling that lunch was over. Elene looked down at her PB&J sandwich, still in it's plastic baggie.

"Shit!"

She opened the baggie and started shoving the sandwich in her mouth. She was going to be late! Late isn't cool!

Picking up the rest of her lunch and dumping it in the garbage can, she rushed out of the cafeteria, everyone else scrambling behind her.

Elene was three minutes late to class. Three fricking minutes.

"I'm sorry Miss Blankfield, I really am, I didn't!-"

"Stop." The young teacher held up her hand. "This is the what?" She leaned down to shuffle through some papers on her desk. "Eighth time you've been late this semester, Miss Collin. The eighth time."

What was left of the class tried to hide their giggles as they filed out of the classroom.

Elene hung her head, letting her hair fall and create a barrier between her and the wrath of her professor.

"I'm sorry, Miss Blankfield...I won't be late again." She whispered.

Miss Blankfield nodded. "Mmhm. Alright. You may go." She flicked her wrist towards the door. "Don't let it happen again!"

Elene darted out of the room, head still down. She was glad she took early morning classes, now she got to go back to her safe little apartment.

She ran through the crowded hallways as fast as she could, twisting and turning to avoid bumping into other students. She was fighting against the steady flow of students making their way to classes. Elene smiled when she pushed open the double glass doors, the warm sun kissing her face. She skipped down to the sidewalk, clutching her bookings's straps tightly.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the street, glancing both ways before rushing across.

She didn't see it.

Elene didn't see the car. A red Cameo, swerving along, the driver looking down at his lap.

When she did see it, it was too late.

It collided with her full on. Elene didn't have time to scream. She was flipped up and flung over the car, and forcibly pushed behind it, slamming her head against the concrete.

Screams and surprised gasps rang out from the people around, while the driver of the car pulled over and frantically ran up.

"No...Oh my God! Somebody call nine-one-one!" He shouted, taking his jacket off and mopping off the blood from Elene's head.

A crowd quickly gathered, and soon you could hear the sirens wailing in the distance. Heather and the boy she was with pushed their way to the front. The blonde girl screamed, ripping her arm away from her boyfriend's. She fell to her knees by Elene's head, tears streaming down her face. Elene's body was limp, her right arm was twisted backwards at a unnatural angle. Blood pooled by her head. Her once sparkling hazel eyes were dull, staring off into nothing.

"Elene? Elene! Wake up! Wake up!" Heather put her head on Elene's chest. "She's not breathing. Oh my God."

"Elene!"

Later on, if you asked her what it was like, she couldn't have told you. Honestly, she didn't know what it was. Elene knew she wasn't dead. She couldn't be, she could still feel. But she couldn't see. Everything was black. Darkness flowed and swirled around her, an invisible wind blowing. It stung her body and blew her hair into her face. She kept spitting it out, pulling it away, trying to see.

Trying to see past the darkness.

"Hey!? Is anyone here?!" She yelled, but the sound of her voice was broken and scattered by the strong wind. She turned around, and round, but there was nothing but black. Never ending black.

She fell to her knees, screaming. The winds were speeding up, whipping up faster and faster. Elene felt as if little knives were piercing into her skin, needles scraping her body. She curled up, pulling her arms over her face.

She kept screaming, until everything suddenly stopped.

Elene found herself in front of a diner. It was one of those all-American diners, an older one. It looked like it could use some touching up. The painted sign was peeling, and the cracked concrete parking lot was near empty.

She was standing on a sidewalk right by the doors, and there were people all around. Nobody had seemed to notice her just appear out of thin air. If they did, they kept it to themselves.

"The fuck?!" She muttered, earning some dirty looks from the people walking around her.

Not knowing what else to do and really wanting some pie, she entered the diner and sat down. It was mostly empty, not that Elene was looking. A waitress with short blonde hair and a yellow uniform smiled at her, little notebook and pen ready to take her order.

"Uhm...I'd like your best piece of pie?" Elene said, still confused as hell. The only thing she could think about right now was eating something. Her stomach was practically screaming at her.

"Right away, darling!" Pretty waitress smiled, "It'll be out in a moment."

Elene heard something from behind her.

"No, Dean, leave that girl alone. Look at her, she must be still in highschool or something."

She froze. She knew that voice.

"Aw, C'mon Sammy!"

She knew that one too. Trying to look casual, she turned around with a small smile.

"Hello!" Dean had his most charming smile on, and he raised his coffee cup to her. Sam had his nose in a newspaper, and rolled his eyes at his brother.

Elene's eyes nearly popped out of her head and she whipped back around in a flash.

"Oh my stars. Oh my stars. What is going on? Am I dead? I think I am." She mumbled to herself, not noticing the piece of cherry pie in front of her.

"Hey, are you okay miss?" A large and was placed gently on her shoulder. Elene looked up at Sam with wide eyes. His hair was long, just about half an inch under his ears. Elene guessed this was Sam from season four or five. Four seemed more likely.

"Yes..uh perfectly fine Sam-"

Oops. She said his name.

He visibly stiffened and backed up. "How do you know my-"

Elene leapt up from her seat and made a wild dash towards the door. Sam easily caught her small body and he dropped her next to Dean. She made some half-ass efforts to get free, but didn't really put up a fight. It was useless to try and go up against a Winchester.

"Again, how do you know my name?" His voice was intimidating.

"Uh..." Elene just sat there, trying to sort things out in her head. Okay, Winchesters. So she was dreaming. She didn't remember going to sleep, but whatever.

The brothers kept a wary eye on the small girl. It was a few minutes before she spoke again. Elene was trying to process what was happening. Moose and Not-Moose were right in front of her, staring at her like she was going to flee again. Oh God. What was she going to say? What the bloody hell is going on?

"Okay. This is going to sound crazy, but I guess you guys of all people would be used to it."

They nodded, hands behind their backs, probably ready to grab their guns.

"So...Oh God. How do you...Okay. So...you know the book series that Chuck wrote about you guys?" Okay, Good so far. Elene sighed, rubbing her face. "Well, uh...I read those...and...here you are?" Oh. No, that wasn't good. She didn't want to tell them the truth, because she herself was still utterly confused about it. So she came up with this lie on the spot.

And she wasn't very good at lying.

They both kinda looked shocked, but Sam nodded. Dean suddenly exploded.

"Who are you?! How do you know about that?" He pointed his pistol at Elene's face. She just sat there, staring up at Dean, surprising him with the total and complete trust in her eyes. He wavered for a moment, his cold stare never leaving the girl.

"Please, Dean, let me explain. Don't shoot me. Please." She begged, her pleading eyes meeting Sam's softening ones.

"Dean." He put his hand on Dean's arm. "Let her speak."

Elene sighed in relief as the Hunter put the pistol in his lap.

"I kinda don't have anyone, I'm all alone here. I figured, hey, since you guys are real, better take my chances. I..uh...well...I wanted to be a hunter. I already know about everything, and stuff. So...please? Could I come with you? I have nowhere else to go." She rambled only to stop and look at the Winchesters.

Sam looked like he was thinking it over, while Dean groaned.

"So, let me get his straight. You have no one to go to? No family, friends you could live with? And you want us to just take you in? Like that?" He snapped his fingers. "ANd who are you?! We don't even know your name."

"Yeah, pretty much. And it's Elene Collins." Elene started playing with her hands nervously. "Well, I know all about you guys. And I could be useful! I can see into the future!" Sorta. Close enough, right?

Dean snorted at that, while Sam gently pressed, "How?"

He seemed uncomfortable asking, and Elene actually laughed. "Haha, well, I just do. I know things, Moose."

Dean and Sam shared a look.

"Well...this is a lot to take in, Elene. How old are you? I mean, you want us to take you in but we don't know anything about you."

Everyone fell silent, the only noise was coming from the diner's kitchen.

"Well...I've told you truth, I need to know what you guys think of this. And in case you didn't figure it out yet, I trust the both of you completely. And thank you, thank you so much for all that you've done." Elene was rushing to say things, not knowing how long she'd have with them.

Dean's eyes glazed over for a moment, then he said quietly, "We don't get thanked often."

"I know." She whispered.

Sam got up from the table, pushing his chair in roughly. "Well, no point in staying here. We just finished a job."

He grabbed his bag and started for the door. Dean followed him, but grabbed Elene's arm.

"I'm sorry, but I don't trust people I've only just met. Don't you dare try to hurt Sammy, got it?"

She nodded, smiling up at him. "I would never."

Satisfied, Dean let go. "C'mon. We're taking you to Bobby's."

Elene followed the tall man out of the diner, the excitement of being near the Winchesters dwindling. What the hell was she doing? Just jumping into something like this? How did she even get here? What was going on? Why was Dean and Sam Winchester right in front of her?

Wait. This was just a dream. Elene sighed in relief. Just a dream. She would just go with it until it ended.

It was just a dream, right?

Chapter complete!

Sooo...school's starting tomorrow(freaking in the middle of the week? Really?) For me, and I've been working on this story for awhile.

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~whovianfangirl