Disclaimer - I do not own the characters. I am just a fan writing a spin-off story for Anna and Adam after season 5 of the show Supernatural. Warning: Spoilers.
Chapter One
"Dean Winchester is saved." If only she had ignored the angels' voices.
In the moments before her death, Anna had tried to fixate on a single happy memory to help with ignoring the pain. She had chosen a completely ordinary moment when she had firmly believed that she was entirely human, living in ignorant bliss. Her mind fast forwarded to what could have happened if the angels, the demons, and Winchesters had never come for her. She would have graduated college, written for the town newspaper, and maybe started a family of her own. Instead, she had chosen to listen to the voices, to play her small role in the prelude to the apocalypse. Dean Winchester is saved. Anna Milton is condemned.
Michael had meant to kill her with his touch, and she had been prepared to die. Living with the subconscious fear of being hunted all her human life had helped her to accept that destiny. She would finally receive the punishment for her disloyalty, not just to the angels but to humanity as well. Michael's fire was the only way to burn away her sin.
The intense, ignited agony and smell of singed flesh seemed to last for a short eternity. She could not think. She could not breathe. She simply had to endure. It was Hell. No, it was worse than Hell, it was a true death. Then, suddenly, it was over.
"Anna?" A quiet, comforting voice whispered in her ear. "Anna, it is time."
She opened her eyes and found herself lying on the floor of a dark, empty room in an unknown place. The walls were filled with markings, neither Enochian nor English. The sheer curtains danced on the windowsill to the tune of the night sky pouring in through a crack in the glass. Something had gone terribly wrong. She was not supposed to be here. She was not supposed to be.
Anna rolled over on her side and tried to find the strength to lift herself from the ground. It took more effort than she expected. Her body was still weak from the fiery torture.
"Hello?"
No one responded. She closed her eyes and tried to listen for the voice. The angels had to be talking. Someone had to know why she had been brought back to life. But there was nothing. The angel radio waves in her mind had gone silent. She pushed herself into an upright position.
"Hello?" She asked again.
The wind pounded against the side of the house, hissing through the crack in the glass. Her intuition warned her that it was time to leave, and quickly, though she could not get her body to cooperate. Her brain was drowning in internal questions. What greater power had brought her back? Why had it chosen her? Where would she go if she left? And, most importantly, had she been reborn in grace or evil?
For the first time in a long time, Anna was afraid. She gathered her legs in her arms and sat, listening to the sound of the wind. She would not run, not this time. She would not choose the darkness again. Whatever had summoned her would have to show itself before she agreed to do its bidding.
A small ray of moonlight caught the glass plane, lighting up the room. Out of the corner of her eye, Anna could see that something had been carved into the wooden panels of the floor. She forced herself to her feet and took a step backwards. There, written into the floor, exactly where she had first found herself, were five simple words.
Adam Winchester must be saved.
