"RUN!"
"Where'd she go?"
"11:05."
"They're invisible until they bite you."
"He's going to sacrifice him."
"They're here."
"The only thing is, you'll go insane."
"11:05."
"I'm Doctor Marsden."
"Get the guns!"
"11:05."
"11:05."
A telephone began to ring, waking the woman by the bed. She picked up the receiver.
"Good morning," the person on the other end said cheerily. "You asked for a wakeup call?"
"Oh, yes, thank you," the woman said, rubbing her eyes, still half asleep. She hung up.
She stepped out of her hotel bed, thinking, "What a horrible dream." Snippets of the dream ran through her mind—people yelling, invisible monsters attacking, the ringing of gun fire. She shook her head. "I never have dreams that vivid..." She could still see girl lying on the forest floor, petrified by an unseen monster; the lanky boy with his chest clawed out, still partially alive; and the satan worshippers in the Egyptian desert...
The woman couldn't help but smirk. As disturbing as the dream was, she had to admit, that last part was so ridiculous it was amusing.
The woman picked up a pamphlet. The conference starts at nine—she still had two hours to get ready. She went into the bathroom, looked at her reflection, and sighed. She needed more sleep—her dark eyes look sunken in to her caramel-colored skin. But more importantly, her long black hair was an absolute mess, and it would take a good chunk of her morning to get it looking presentable.
~o~
An hour later, the woman, dressed in a business suit and heels, was walking down the stairs when a little boy accidentally ran into her from behind. With a surge of fear, she lost her balance and went sprawling down to the base of the stairs, landing in a crumpled heap at the bottom.
Unable to think through the pain, the woman screwed her eyes shut and clenched her jaw as people rushed to help her. One of them, with large, steady hands, laid her out and began applying pressure to various parts of her body.
"Can you hear me?" she finally heard. It was a man with a light British accent.
"Yes," the woman said.
"I'm so so so so sorry!" a little boy piped in.
"Hush," a gravely voice replied.
"My name is Doctor Marsden," the attractive British man said. "Tell me, do you feel any pain here?" He moved her foot ever so slightly.
"No," the woman replied. She opened her eyes and tried to sit up. She looked at Doctor Marsden, and her jaw dropped. "You... you were..." She trailed off, as an image flashes in her mind. "You were in my dream last night."
Doctor Marsden smirked. "Was I now? Well, does this hurt?" He moved her other foot.
The woman scrambled to get up. "Oh, I feel just fine right now, thank you. I really must be on my way, I'm late for a conference."
Doctor Marsden looked concerned. "Are you sure, Miss...?"
"Maya. Maya Ocasio." She looked at the other people standing around her. A pretty auburn-haired woman, a slouching man with bright eyes, and his son. Images from her dream—all with those people—flashed through her mind again.
The woman stepped forward. "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Maya laughed, nervously waving her hands as she stepped back. "No, no, I'm fine, I really—"
There was a scream from down the hall, and the snarls of vicious animals. Two men wielding guns began running towards her, a small group of people, also armed, following them.
Maya, terrified, crumpled to the ground, but the men ran past her.
"Doctor Marsden?" one of them asked in an unnaturally low voice.
"That's me. Are you Sam and Dean Winchester?"
"Yes. Now, we'll have to cut the hellos short, 'cause there are monsters attacking, and I dunno what. Take everyone out to van and drive them to the camp a couple miles east. We'll be there soon." Dean broke through his group of followers and shot blindly into the hallway. The bullets struck unseen monsters, which let out unearthly howls.
Doctor Marsden grabbed Maya's arm and helped her up.
"Are you a hunter?"
"What?" she was near hysterics. "No, what kind of question is that at a time like this? I'm a vegetarian, why would I hunt, what's going on?!"
Doctor Marsden pursed his lips. "Okay. Never mind, just come with me." His arm around her, Maya was led out of the building and to a gray van, unfortunately very aware of what her future held.
