Before I get started, I must say that this is my first work of fanfic, and it is likely horrible, so please stay with me. There will be more chapters soon. I also must warn you that even though this chapter is not graphic, future ones will be. I plan for there to be graphic violence and likely a sex scene or two. This chapter also has a trigger warning. "You" are pretty depressed, and potentially suicidal in the beginning of this story. Let's be honest, your life probably isn't rainbows and sunshine if you're reading this. You want an escape, and one you can relate to. I'm not going to mention anything about "your" looks. "You" don't have to have long hair, a slender body, mile long legs, or creamy white skin to be a part of this story. I'm not one of those writers, and I know how distracting physical description of the reader can be, so I am not including it in the story. There is going to be a lot of mental description, though. "You" will be portrayed as a skeptic, likely an atheist. You will also have a bold personality similar to Dean's, so if you are a shy young lady or a Christian, this story probably isn't for you. Also, sorry gents. Reader is female in this story. If I get a request or two I might convert another version for the proud owners of penises. Well, enough rambling. Enjoy the story.

Do you believe in angels? Of course not. There isn't even a God, much less angels. You spent countless nights just laughing at the people on the internet who did believe, and yet here you were confronted by a man in a trench coat claiming he was an angel, and you were inclined to believe him.
Two days ago, you were just living out your life. It was boring and you were unhappy, but it was life. You had recently hit a huge stroke of bad luck. Really bad luck. Your source of income had failed you, your car broke down, and your fridge was empty. You just sat there on the couch wondering how you were going to pay the rent next month when your stomach growled. You sighed and rubbed it, trying to remember when the last bloody time you ate was. The brainstorming began, and you decided it was time to take a little stroll down to the local walmart and swipe some doughnuts. You didn't like stealing food, but you need it. It's not like any of the asswhipes in your town would give you food, anyway. Your friends didn't even really like you, and your family shunned you.
Contemplation of suicide, among other things raged on in your head as you walked down the darkened street, completely oblivious to what was going on around you. Suddenly, you snapped out of your thoughts as a black cloud of smoke came at you. You tried to run and scream, but it was too late, as it fed itself through your mouth.
What happened after that was a blur. You remembered some things, but not everything. You could remember biting the throat out of a homeless man, ribbing the ribs out of a little girl, and killing a yappy dog, but not much else. It all went by like a nightmare, and you shut yourself up inside a mental cage to protect yourself from whatever it was that took control of your body. You had always been good at that, putting up walls. You had been used to it since childhood, as you were never really what one would call a people person. You were a freak. A novelty. People befriended you for a short while before growing tired of you and tossing you aside.
Alone with your thoughts in your own meat suit, only occasionally looking out to see what that thing was doing with your body. You didn't really want to know other than out of morbid curiosity. You never believed in things like that until it happened. You didn't think it possible. You weren't some church-going, bible-thumping idiot. You only believed in what could be scientifically proven. Demonic possession was not something you considered to be a real threat to anyone.
Your thoughts halted soon, though as you felt the thing being forced out. Willing yourself to view what was happening, you saw three young men and an older one standing around your body. It was tied down to a chair, and you could feel the painful cuts and bruises which had been inflicted upon the once soft flesh. Your head tilted up and you could see the black smoke leaving your body. You regained control, and the feeling of freedom hit you, soon followed by uncontrollable fatigue. Your eyes closed and you fell into a deep sleep.

When you awoke, you were on the floor, in the middle of something that looked satanic and insane. You blinked slowly, and sat up, still groggy. The people were still there, only in different positions than they once were. The freakishly tall one helped you up. You thought he looked somewhat like a moose. "Who the fuck are you?" you asked in a tired voice. The man in a leather jacket chuckled as moose boy explained. "We're demon hunters. You were possessed. Do you remember any of it?" You nodded and told him what you could remember. The men started talking among themselves, and you didn't really pay much attention to it as you were struggling to stay awake. One of the people came up to you and crouched down to your level. He looked at you with an almost curious look in his eyes and touched your face. You soon felt the fatigue drain away, and the injuries heal. You could see the people more clearly now that the room wasn't spinning, and you asked the man how he did that. "I am an angel of the Lord" he spoke in a slightly matter-of-fact voice.
Part of you was inclined to laugh at him, but after what you just witnessed, you had to believe him. "What's your name?" you asked. "Castiel" came the reply. "Nice name." You gave a half-smile that quickly faded. "I'm _". The moose soon spoke up. "Hey, _. Is there any place we can take you? Any friends or family?" You looked down at your feet, trying to think of how long you had been possessed. It had to be more than a couple weeks, meaning your apartment must have been re-taken by management. You couldn't think of any friends or family you really wanted to see, so you simply answered "No."
Leather jacket spoke up. "You don't understand, do you? You were possessed. We need you to go somewhere safe. Do you have anywhere like that?" Your eyes downcast again. "No." A silence befell the room before being interrupted by a gruff voice. "She can stay with me until this all gets figured out." The older man said. "She looks strong enough, she might even be of some help, and we need all the help we can get right now." Looking up, you asked "Help with what exactly?"

The boys explained everything to you, and you learnt their names. Something was after them, and they didn't know what, but it was possessing people all over the city and you happened to be caught right in the middle of it. Here you were thinking depression and humanity was all you had to worry about, and now this steamer was dropped on your plate. Wonderful.