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Chapter One

Third POV

On October 31, 2012, Serena wasn't expecting to be woke up in the morning at an ungodly time because her little Pomeranian dog named, Fizzgig. He woke her up 3:00 am because he sensed something outside her door. "Fizzgig, shut up" Serena said groggily. No matter what she said to Fizzgig, he wouldn't stop. So, she got out of bed to investigate the problem. On her way to the door, she slips on an article of clothing and hit her head on the corner of the dresser causing her to lose consciousness.

Meanwhile…

Dean and Sam were driving to the motel from checking up on Pam, a psych who had her eyes burned out. As soon as they got out of the car a blinding white light appeared in the middle of the parking lot. It seemed to be radiating from nowhere. Dean looked over to Sam who shrugged his shoulders with awe. The light was getting relatively brighter with each passing second, to the point where the brothers had to cover their eyes from the intensity. As the light got brighter, a high-pitched ringing sound seemed to be coming from the light. "Dean!" Sam yelled, over the sound. "What do you think it is?"

"I don't know!" Dean yelled, back. "Wait till it's gone so we can look," As if by magic, the light and sound stopped. Dean and Sam looked up to see what they could find, and was stunned by what they saw.

"Dean…is that…?" Sam couldn't even finish his sentence.

"It's a girl," Dean whispered, awestruck.

"And a dog?" Sam asked, disbelief coloring his tone.

"What the hell?" Dean said, stepping closer to the body lying in the middle of the lot. She looked to be in her early twenties, long brown hair, a petite body, roughly 5'2". She was curled up in the fetal position with an arm around a Pomeranian with golden fur and looked to be just asleep.

Dean bent down to shake her shoulder. "Hey," He whispered. No response. "Hello?" He shook her shoulder harder. She awoke with a start and jolted upright, sending Dean on his butt. She looked at him momentarily, looking completely disoriented, until her eyes widened tremendously and a startled gasp escaped from her plump soft pink lips.

"Ohmygod," It all came out in a jumble. "OH MY GOD!" She yelled even louder, scooting farther away. The dog went in a protective stance in front her and growled.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa" Dean held is palms up and took a few steps back. "Calm down and call off your dog, we're just trying to help you," at that moment Sam stood beside Dean.