Delaney Parker jolted awake, a cold sweat overtook her body, her breathing labored. She clutched at her chest and tugged at the damp cotton t-shirt sticking to her skin.
Her hand went to her forehead as she tried to control her breathing and comprehend the bizarre dream she had just had.
She reached for her pen and pad of paper she kept on her nightstand. Her hand seemed to take off writing before her mind could process anything.
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May 7, 2009 – 3:05am
A tall, built man named Sam wandered into the dark field, a shorter man named Dean behind him. They were brothers—Dean older by five years.
In the field stood thirty people, all looking towards the sky. Another man, being used as a temporary vessel for the dark angel, Lucifer, dug dirt to cover many bodies—mainly women and children as well as anyone unable to embody his soldiers of demons.
Dean aimed the colt at Lucifer's head and a shot rang out in the dark, midnight sky. It was Dean's mission to end Lucifer's life and end the battle between the angels and demons.
Unbeknown to the brothers, the colt did not work as planned. Lucifer coughed and groaned—only momentarily pained from the bullet wound. He informed the brothers that the colt was useless on him.
The boys stumbled backwards towards the brush of the woods, defeated.
An angel in a tan trench coat appeared, his vessel being a man in his thirties named Jimmy. The angel, however, was called Castiel. He silently and swiftly removed the boys from the woods just as Lucifer completed the sacrifice and the Horseman of Death was released into the world. The Apocalypse was to continue.
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Delaney set the pen down on the nightstand with a shaky hand and took a breath as she glanced over the words that had spilled onto the page.
"Hello, Delaney," a gruff voice sounded from the corner of her bedroom.
In the black of the night, she made out three figures of men.
She yelped as she reached to turn on the lamp on her nightstand. In the light, she made out the figures from the dream—Castiel, Dean and Sam.
She scrambled out of her bed and grabbed the baseball bat she kept near for protection.
"Stay away from me!" She screamed as she stood before them in her oversized Pink Floyd t-shirt, her hair still damp from her nightmare.
"Jesus, Cas," the man named Dean groaned. "Did you have to do this in the middle of the night in the poor girl's bedroom?!"
"There's no time, Dean," Castiel murmured as he kept his gaze on Delaney.
"This isn't real," Delaney breathed as her heart raced against the walls of her chest. "You're not real. You're from my dream. Hell, I must still be dreaming." She kept the baseball bat raised, ready to swing at any given moment.
The man she recognized as Sam raised his hands in front of him in a surrendering motion. "I know this seems crazy to you," he said, his eyes wide and open in a caring manner. "My name is Sam and this is my brother, Dean and our friend, Cas. You…you have a way of seeing things that happen to us."
"You're a prophet of the Lord," Castiel interjected.
Delaney's eyes narrowed on the so-called angel. "I'm a what of who?!"
"Dammit, Cas!" Dean yelled as he rolled his eyes. "Can you just keep your mouth shut?"
Castiel ignored Dean and continued. "You just had your first vision. You saw Dean and Sam try to kill Lucifer but they failed and the Apocalypse is coming."
Delaney's body began to shake. "Get out of my house if you're real. Get out!" Tears of frustrations burned her eyes.
"We cannot," Castiel spoke again. "Your life has been prepared by the Lord. You have a path you must follow or else the world will indeed come to an end."
Delaney's entire body shook as if she were a leaf on a tree in the middle of a thunderstorm. She couldn't breathe; her chest tightened and her hearing became muffled. Her eyes blurred over. She vaguely heard Dean ask if she was alright before her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell against a glass table stand by her bedroom door. All went black.