Author's note;
Hey guys, this is my first fan fiction ever. So, be nice and review because I can't improve if you guys don't tell me how I'm getting on. I can take any sorts of criticism so if someone hates the story or thinks it's not original enough, let me know.
Reviews would motivate me, as I'm a lazy person. Okay, let's rock 'n' roll…
Parallel Universe –
Disclaimer – I don't own any TV shows mentioned in the story, I just own the plot and the character Alessandra Gonzalez.
Summary; Set two weeks after Lucifer rising…
Chapter 1 –
'I'm in love with Dean Winchester.' Alessandra told her friend.
'What? Who the hell is that?' Her friend asked, confused at what her friend was rambling about.
'Oh, Nothing, No-one, he doesn't exist. He's just a character in a TV show I watch, you know Supernatural.' Ale replied, hurriedly. Shit, what the hell is wrong with me?
Alessandra Gonzalez was having lunch with her friend after a business meeting when she blurted out this confession. She wasn't sure what had possessed her to come out with that. Her friends already thought she was a weirdo, she didn't need them thinking she had lost her marbles and call some shrink for her. So, she changed the subject, instead choosing to talk about what she knew her friend would be more than happy to talk about, shopping, boys (although she didn't want to talk about boys herself as she only had eyes for one), and parties. She hated the lifestyle she had to lead because of who she was. It wasn't easy being the orphaned kid of billionaire parents and the little sister of a famous New York socialite.
After the lunch, she went to her office and shut herself in doing work all day, trying to tell herself to stop thinking about Dean and love in the same sentence. Having tackled her busy schedule for the day for yet another bleak day, she came home feeling tired and sleepy. She had a shower, loving the feel of the warm water on her aching muscles. She then brushed her teeth and got changed in her D&G pjs.
She sat on the floor kneeling with her arms resting on the side of her bed on her silk sheets. She raised her hands in a prayer, reciting Latin that she had learned. That night, like every night, she prayed before going to bed. She prayed that her parents were in a better place. That her sister may stop being the wicked witch of the west, and that she could find her true purpose in life. And that her faith in her love and God shall never waver.
She finished her prayers with an 'Amen', when a blinding white light made her clutch her side table and hold her head. She squeezed her eyes shut, and moments later passed out.