A/N: I hate to say it, but this is my first fanfic. L Please, don't my work so quickly. I would really appreciate suggestions, advice, and any sort of help…
And, yes, this kind of story has been on the rise. :p Sorry, if you're sick of seeing and reading this. I will try to keep it interesting! Oh, and I might slip of my own self into it, but if it seems like the character seems too bleh or lacking that, I feel you-ness then tell me. I will try to flesh her out? :p
Chapter 1: Dream or Reality?
"Bye, Tom. Don't forget to lock up. G'night, see you tomorrow," I waved a small goodbye before I headed out home. I am excited to just go home and relax. This week has been exhausting with how busy it was, but I can't complain. I need this 'glamorous' job of a waitress to support my oh-so passionate yearning to learn, which is sort of true. I can't achieve my dreams without some money along the way. Oh, the joys of educational expenses.
Maybe, once I get home, I can read some stories online or just be lazy and watch some movies. I am not in the mood to be an early bird. Sure, would I save myself some stress and time? Of course, but I am too tired. Laziness beats the 'must to-do's.' Maybe, I can read that trilogy my friend has recommended with the angels… I think it was Hush, Hush. I do love angels… Like Castiel from Supernatural.
Hm, on a second thought, I should watch some Supernatural episodes instead. I do miss the show, even though I wouldn't be watching new content it would still be awesome to watch it anyway… I think, watching it from the very beginning will be better. It's always cool to see little details I haven't seen before or having a better understanding of it since I already know what's to come. Besides, seeing some characters again that have died and that have grown to love, oh, that wouldn't be so bad. Yup, that's what I'll do.
I couldn't help but let my mind wander off, and then the footsteps abruptly stopped me. Unfortunately, I'm a bit too paranoid, but these footsteps sound too close. Unless, the person is walking like some giant or stomping down the street then I am pretty certain that my danger radar is right, and it's telling me to walk as fast as Speedy Gonzales.
Oh, of course, yes, footsteps, please, just sound speed up on me. I just love how you sound so ϋber close to me. I start to walk even faster, and my legs are burning. My breathing is coming out in short pants, and I am trying to take up some lungsful worth of air for my burning aching lungs. Maybe, just maybe, I shouldn't be eating all those cookies and goodies and taking a nap afterwards all the time… Exercise actually sounds very appealing right now because at least I would be able to walk faster and father with much more ease and less pain.
Of all the nights to die, this is the night I am going to die. I try to live each day the way I want without regrets, but I kind of, you know, planned to live just a tiny bit longer. These pesky dreams seem to take some time, and call me selfish; but I planned to hoard up some years and live for a long time… I really didn't accomplish or do everything that I wanted to do… Wait, are these going to be my last thoughts? No, shouldn't they sound sophisticated? Wise? Cool? Something awesome?
No, no, wait a second, what am I doing? Already accepting my death? I am not dead yet, and I am not planning to, or at least I won't be so submissive. I will give my all, which might not be much; but at least, I will be happy knowing I tried…
Hey, wait, is that man… Is he making a sigil? Seriously, in my possibly last moments of my life, I am thinking about Supernatural. Maybe, I am too obsessed, but I can't help myself. My eyes are not deceiving me. My eyes and I have a pretty good relationship, and they have been very faithful to me. What I see is a sigil, and he's quickly and feverishly finishing it up as if he also is being chased. Should I follow closely behind? Something's telling me that I should go check it out…
Why would I though? He's doing it in a deserted alley, and it's nighttime. I'm already running from someone who might enjoy my screams or whimpers before I die. Why would I go get myself into another dangerous situation? Feelings are not always supposed to be trusted and followed. My mind, the logical part of me, and the part that I have to listen to is telling me that dark deserted alleys aren't always the way to go…Yet, something, the stupid, adventurous, and possibly daring part of me, is telling me to just go. It's so strong, and I can't ignore it…
Hell, why not. Throw sanity out of the window because I obviously don't care about it, especially not in my last moments. Gee, not only will I die with a possible crazy killer that's closely pursing me, but I will also die because of my damn curiosity. Oh, what's that? I could have lived if I didn't stop to check out that sigil? Oh, really, well, that sigil was just drawing me in, like it was whispering me to, "hey, come by." Boy, am I going to regret this.
I quickly reached the man before he finished, thankfully, I guess, and then this blinding light appeared. My eyes began to feel as if they were burning away. My body began to feel as light as it can be like I was full of nothing but air, but at the same time I felt like my body was being stretched all over to lengths that felt as if my body was being torn apart. Just add a few dashes of dizziness, and well, you have a bit of an unpleasant package… I don't know how long it lasted because all I know is that I was knocked out… I never really had a high tolerance to pain.
When I woke up, I found myself somewhere unrecognizable. Wasn't I just being chased and about to die because my legs are a sure reminder of all that speed walking almost running… Did I faint out of fear? I never knew I was that weak, not that fainting is weak, but I just didn't know that I reacted like that when I get scared shitless. I was hoping more of those heroic ways when those protagonists from the movies die trying with so much drama and beauty, not fainting the way I did…
Hold up, I am thinking and breathing...Wait, I still have a body that's also still intact, thank goodness. All that pain and feelings of being broken into pieces wasn't real…And, yet, here I am, breathing and still alive… I'm alive, so wait, no one was chasing me and trying to kill me? Oh, so, so, so smooth, Olivia, smooth. The guy probably thought you were a complete nutcase. Well, I do have a little dose of crazy, but everyone does. Still, it doesn't explain why I am here. I am in… the alley, that's the last place I remember. The guy was making a sigil, and then… nothing. As stupid as this sounds, but I have thought stupid thoughts before, so no surprise, this alley feels different. An alley that's the same alley feels different, which makes me believe that it really is one whole other alley… Nope, no matter how I say, it won't come out sane. It's just that this alley looks exactly like the same, but it has such a different vibe like it's a different alley. Something feels off, and I am not going to ignore it, even if it doesn't make sense!
Hm, let's apply logic. Two Chips Ahoy cookies can look the same, but they are not the same, even though they're both Chips Ahoy cookies. They can have minor differences, so maybe this alley has little differences… What would they be though? I mean, I wasn't memorizing the alley when I got there.I never been the most observant person in the whole world, and that definitely wasn't going to suddenly change when I thought that I was going to die.
Then I heard a voice that's so familiar. A voice that I can easily recognize without trouble, but this voice… I wouldn't imagine hearing it now… Why…
"Where did you come from?" I looked up to see the startling blue eyes of an angel. He then paused and then decided to formally introduce himself. "Hello, my name is Castiel," and this angel….Castiel, the Angel of Thursday, lend out his hand to me to help me get up on my feet. I was captivated by his eyes that just looked brighter, and I am pretty sure I am a nutcase now because no dream is this real… Let me just pinch myself and wake up because that's what you do, right? I rather not trying killing myself to wake up because I almost had a close encounter, and ah, yeah, see, I rather not try doing that again. I am just a person who doesn't want another close encounter after just escaping one, and I just woke up… Not the best thing to when I just woke up, but hey, that's just me…
Oh, come on, I pinched myself like 10 times already. I don't get much pleasure from pinching myself. I don't like abusing myself very much. Ugh, wake up. Come on! I don't have all day for this… Wait, dreams don't care about time. Time doesn't exist, or is it some kind of a warped sense of time?
"This is a dream, I am sure, why am I not waking up? Well, it's sort of a nice dream, I mean, excluding the almost death and all… but this is a dream. I have to go to work, and-and-, I was interrupted from my pinching session.
"Why are you pinching yourself?" And, oh, my gosh, that head tilt is even cuter in person. Oh, gosh, those confused eyes and head tilt…
"I-uh, I, um, am dreaming?" He still gave me that confused look. "Because, you know, when you're dreaming, you, uh, pinch yourself to wake up?" And why am I not waking up? Hello, Dream Me, I am done. I love Castiel and all, but this feels off. I would like to wake up and drink some coffee and eat Pop Tarts…
"Dreaming…? You are not dreaming," and then there was less confusion in his eyes. What I saw in his eyes were now filling up with worry, probably for my sanity. "Why would you believe that you are dreaming?" I didn't know what to say or explain myself. I am pretty certain that I am dreaming because this is not real. He is not real. Yet, it seems like I am not the lucid one here. Should I play along? Because I can't come up with a decent not so crazy sounding truth.
"Um, hi, there…Castiel," oh, this is weird, "I, um-," and then I felt a pressure in my mind. It's as if-" Are you reading mind?" What the hell? No need to breach the barriers of my mind. I was going to answer that damn question.
"…," all he gave me was silence. He looked shocked that I knew. "How do you…," he looked he was about to choose his words carefully… Castiel is not a liar, or well, much of a good one. Wait, is this Castiel after the Purgatory craze or before… He still looks too much of his old nice self, no, this is before he got into that mess. Not that he doesn't look troubled, but he looks better.
"Wait, before you say anything…," okay, I am going to temporarily pretend that this is all, "this is real? This world and everything in it… is real? Can you… How can you prove this to me?" I hope I am not falling off the edge of my sanity… How am I able to known people are reading my minds; I definitely don't have the answer to that.
He continued to look at me skeptically. He doesn't trust me, or he can't, won't, whichever the reason I am not trusted. How can I explain myself without sounding crazy? How can I make him believe me?
"You can run through all the tests on me to ensure that I am not, well, anything bad or supernatural. I am human through and through," I give him a small smile and put my hands up to show that I have nothing to use against him.
He lets out a sigh, looked at me with a steady gaze, and I guess he was satisfied with what he saw. He stretched out his to place a hand on my shoulder… And before I can even get excited like a fan girl that Castiel is so near and touching my shoulder, I went through the same crap I went through with the sigil. I felt pain and dizzy, and I just want to curl up in a ball and hug myself.
Once we reached our destination, I quickly fell down on my knees and I clutched my head. Gosh, this is horrible. How can they move from place to place without a problem? Are they used to it or resistant to the feeling?
"Cass, who's this? You can't just bring people here-," Dean started, but was quickly stopped by Castiel… Dean? The Dean from Supernatural, is right in front of me… Right, pretending this is all normal, oh, gosh, how can I pretend that this is normal?
"Dean, I need you to check and make certain that she's not a demon or any other supernatural being," while Castiel said this he gave me a quick wary glance. What? I am not going anywhere. Where can I go? I wouldn't even know how to go through this mystery town…
"Cass, you can't just drop your crap here and expect us to take care it," Dean scowled. Watching them on T.V. is great and all, and I admire their bravery and plain awesomeness; and to be at the receiving end of their glares and anger… Especially, just to be referred as crap by them it's not the greatest thing. I know in their eyes I can be a dangerous monster… Oh, just wait, when I tell you the truth… I am so screwed. I don't know how I am going to get through this, and I just drag my fingers through my hair and let out a sigh; which just resulted in earning an even colder and stonier glare from Dean.
"I am in the middle of a war. I don't have time to… She seems to know who I am and what I am. She knows more than she lets on," another quick glance, "you should keep a watch on her. I have to go," and with that Castiel left with a flutter of his wings.
"Freaking angels," Dean muttered, and then I heard an opening of a door and another familiar voice.
"Hey, Dean, I was able to find out more about our case, and-," he then took notice of me and stopped. He quickly analyzed me, and Dean quickly answered his unspoken question.
"Cass thinks she might be a demon or something. He wants us to run some tests on her to see what she is," and he massaged his temples like I was just some burden, well, I am a burden. Didn't Sam just say that they're on case… Well, when aren't they? They barely have down time. Great, I am just wasting their time, while they could out be there killing that monster and saving lives.
"Look, I am so sorry. I really don't mean to waste your time," I said. I tried to show them how I am sorry them, but they didn't buy it.
"Save it, look, once we're done with this case, if it turns out that you're some sort of monster, I will gank you," Dean said without hesitation. How reassuring. I tried to sneak a quick glance at Sam, who wasn't really giving me the nicest look either.
"Okay, okay, I'll just sit, um," I glanced around seeing where I can sit and found a little table with some chairs, "there." I pointed to what I was referring to and slowly walked over there and sat down. "I promise I will be good and quiet, while you're doing your stuff." I looked down and decided to just zip my mouth. I don't think anything that will come out of my mouth will earn a good response. I heard Sam sigh, and he told Dean what he found about this deceased woman. It turns out that it was quick salt and burn that they had to go through.
When night fell, I was dragged along to the cemetery. Dean started to dig up the grave, while Sam was there to watch over me in case I did anything rash. I wouldn't even dare. I've watched them in action plenty, and I am not stupid. I am slowly starting to believe that this really isn't a dream and more of a reality because no dream of mine will be this gloomy. Dreams are happy, and I am not supposed to feel so exhausted and hungry either. What am I going to do if this is all real? How would I get back home?
Since I am accepting this is reality, I need to figure out how to solve this mess, fast. Having two angry hunters against you, not really good. I took in a deep breath and silently prayed for strength and patience.
A/N: Another one? Oh, no! Sorry, anyway, please review! I would appreciate it, and I hope it wasn't too long or boring for you guys. Sorry, if I am dragging things out? If seems like I am going over unnecessary things or rather failing at making these details annoying, then tell me. I won't labor over it!
