*EYES ON FIRE*

Supernatural FanFic….

SUMMARY::: Tessa Ackerman was kidnapped and tortured by demons, one of them being Alastair… But she is saved by an Angel, one that we all know and love! Castiel!

Later on she meets up with Dean and Sam… who somehow have a connection with her, which all will later find out. J

(just so you don't get confused, she doesn't remember anything at first. But later, she will. And she is a demon hunter like Sam and Dean. Oh and also, she is 21...)

Beth= Danielle Panabaker OR Anna Paquin(with blonde hair)

Any other ideas for these characters are welcome!

Me: So this is my first story guys!!! So be gentle with the reviews!

Jensen: Who writes a SPN fanfic and NOT have Dean and Sam as the main characters? Oh, youre actually letting me type? Ok... HELP ME!!! THIS GIRL IS CRAZY!! SHE"S KIDNAPPED ME!!! Please call-"

Me: *hits Dean over the head with frying pan, checks to make sure he is still breathing* Um, heh, yea. Just ignore him. He doesnt know what he's talking about. He's uh... drunk! Yea, he's drunk. So dont pay any attention to him. *smiles*

ENJOY!!!

PROLOGUE/CHAPT.1

Screams filled the air, surrounded me, leaving me no room to escape this horrible dream. Or at least, that's what I kept telling myself. I felt cold, and hollow. The numbness slowing seeping into every fiber of my being. I open my eyes, and see nothing but dark skies for miles all around me. I rub my eyes, to clear my head and possibly wake up from whatever kind of hellish nightmare this is.

All of the sudden, a high pitched ringing echoes around me, loud and high. I cover my ears, and cringe away. Then, just as soon as it started, the ringing stops. Relieved, I take my hands away from my face. I turn around and find myself face to face with a man. He is young, maybe in his early 20's. He has dark hair and bright blue eyes, but that is all I can see of his face, everything seems oddly burry, and dark. I glare at him. "Who are you? Where am I?" The man smiles sympathetically, and says, "Don't worry, this will all end soon." I look around, confused. "What will end soon?" The mans face goes blank, and he just looks at me. "Seriously? What's going on? " The man smiles. "You will find out soon enough." With that, he grabs a hold of my arm and everything goes black.

***

There are people talking, lots of people, like I'm at a football game. I move to sit up, but my wrists are tied down, and so are my ankles. I groan, and try to force my arms and legs out of the restraints. They wont budge. Laughter echoes suddenly throughout the room. I open my eyes to see tons of people surrounding me, and an older man, with graying hair, and black eyes. When I look at him he smiles down at me. I glare at him. "What is this? What is going on?" The man laughs, and so do the rest of the people in the room. "Why, take a look around. Get a look for yourself." I do, and I see dank walls, spattered randomly with a strange, brownish paint. The room smells musty, and something else I can't quite place, and the room seemed endless. Every direction you looked, the room seemed to continue on into oblivion.

I look at the man. "I see a room that needs some serious cleaning, and a new paint job. Seriously? Who decided to do the walls like that?" The room laughs, while the man just smiles at me. "You think that's paint on the walls?" As he is saying this, he pulls out a long, sharp knife. "That, is not paint." Suddenly I realize what the smell I couldn't place is. Blood. I struggle violently against the restraints. "Let me go!" The man laughs. "Now why would I do that? When my kind takes pleasure in the art of torturing." He grins. My eyes widen. He reaches over me and pulls a leather strap over my mouth. "To drown out the screams." I try to struggle, but there's no point, he's much stronger than me. He leans down to my ear. "Don't worry, it won't hurt. Much." He puts the knife up against my throat and slides it down. He pulls up my shirt, just so you could see my stomach. He looks at me, smiles, then cuts me slowly, just deep enough so I bleed. I scream and pull against the restraints. He grins. "It gets a whole lot worse from here on out." He carves more into my skin. I scream, and everything goes black.

***

I wake up, reeling from the horror that was my dream. Jeez, I think, my imagination is getting to the best of me. But the pain… it seemed so real. I lift up my shirt, and find no cuts. See? I tell myself. There is nothing there, it was not real. But for some reason I can't help thinking that it was. I rub my eyes, and realize I'm not at home, in my soft comfortable bed. Nothing in this room seemed familiar at all. It looks kind of like a hotel room. I get out of bed and look out the window. Whatever town I was in, was not in the least bit familiar to me. I look back at the room. I see a large duffel bag. I go to it and open it up. My stuff is in it. Clothes, shoes, my ipod… thank god, I think. I pull it out. "My baby." I start to put on my ipod when I hear a door open. I freeze. I hear the footsteps come closer, until they enter the room.

Slowly, I turn around. It was the guy with the dark hair and shocking blue eyes, from my dream. Or was it a dream? I dismiss that thought from my head. Being able to see his face was nice. He was very attractive. I blush and look around the room. "Where am I?" I ask him. For some reason I feel safe. He smiles gently. "You are in a hotel, and we are in a small town in Indiana. I'm not sure what the town's name is. I didn't really bother looking. My main priority was getting you someplace nice to sleep." I nod slowly, processing everything. "I'm in Indiana?" He nods. "Ok, and do you mind if I ask who you are?" He smiles. "Of course, I am Castiel. I am here to help you." I look at him. "Um, what?" He laughs. "Right, you don't quite remember yet. Just dreams… but soon enough you will remember. Sorry if I am confusing you." I shake my head. "What do you mean, remember? Remember what?" He smiles apologetically. "I'm afraid I can't say. You are supposed to remember everything on your own. Don't worry, it won't take long." I laugh. "Ok, well, um, that's good. I guess." He laughs as well. "Come on. Let's get something to eat. You must be hungry." As soon as he says that, I realize that I wasn't hungry, I was starving. I smile, and follow him out the door.

The town was small, and right next to the hotel was a small swamp, and across from that a Wal-mart. "Just up that road there are a few fast food places, do you want to drive by those, see if any of them look good to you?" I nod. "Yeah, sure. That sounds fine." He smiles and opens up his car door. It was a very nice, expensive looking car. It was sleek, black and shiny. "Wow, you have a really nice car." He laughs. "Um, yeah thanks. It's a Vanquish." I nod and run my hand over the dashboard. He starts the car and we drive off. There were only four fast food places; Wendy's, Arby's, KFC, and McDonalds. I pointed at Wendy's. "Wendy's sounds pretty good. I haven't had their food in a while." Castiel nods and pulls into the drive thru. "What do you want?" I shrug and look at the menu. "Um, I guess I'll have the homestyle chicken snack wrap, a small chili and a medium coke." He nods and orders double that. I look at him questioningly. He smiles. "I'm hungry as well." We pay, take our food and head back to the hotel. He hands me my food and takes his own. I sit on the bed and start eating.

I look at him and look at my food, wondering who this attractive man could be. Why I was with him, what we were doing in Indiana? I had so many questions.

"I know, I know. You want to know what's going on. I'll tell you a few things. My name is Castiel, which you already know. I am here to help you out, remember what you need to remember without actually, telling you." I blinked a few times. "Uh- um okay. So what are you? I mean I know you obviously aren't human, and you definitely don't seem to be a demon. So what are you?" He smiles and looks down at his food. "I'm an Angel of the Lord." I could feel my eyes widen, I couldn't help it. An angel? I was seriously saved by an Angel? No way… "Really? That's so cool. But, why would an Angel want to save me? I'm nothing special, just your average demon hunter. I don't see what's so special about me." He nods. "You'll find out in time why I saved you. For now, you need to eat and rest." He nods towards my food and I start eating again.

***

After I had finished eating, Castiel had told me that he had some Angel business to attend to and that he would be back soon. "In the meanwhile", he'd said "you should get some rest. Sleep. You might find out what you need to…" I nod. "Okay, I'll try. But I don't know of I'll get much sleep. I've been having horrible dreams. I think all this demon hunting has given me an overactive imagination." He just stares at me. "Yes. Well I'm going to go. I'll be back soon." He nods curtly and then he was gone.

I sighed. Now I have some peace and quiet. I quickly changed into sweatpants. Then I grabbed my ipod, turned it on to shuffle, and crawled into bed. Maybe I would get some sleep and not have any bad dreams.

Slowly, I started to drift off into a peaceful slumber…

I was tied down, and when I opened my eyes, I was in the same dank room as I was in my last dream… 'Great.' I thought. 'More scary torture dreams. What is wrong with you Tessa?'

"Well look at that… sleeping beauty awakens. How are you doing? I hoped that you wouldn't pass out, but it looks like you did anyway." It was the man from before as well, and while he was saying this, he was wiping a dark substance off of his knife. Blood. I swallowed. MY blood. I looked up at the man. "What do you want from me you sick bastard?" He laughs. "I just want to have a little fun. And you have killed a lot of my friends… so I guess you could say this is my own personal vengeance." I glare at him.

"So, where were we?" He put the knife at the base of my throat. "Should I start by cutting your pretty neck?" He slowly started to lower the knife. "Or cut out your heart? It's your choice, really. I don't mind, I just love to see the look on your face as I carve into you. So satisfying." I spit in his face. "Go to Hell." He grins." Already been there." He carves with the knife into my chest, where my heart is. I scream. There was so much pain. But unfortunately, this time I don't pass out. "Oh good. This is going to be more fun this time around." He carves my stomach, my scream echoing shrilly throughout the room. "Stop! Please!" I gasp. He laughs. "Honey, I'm never going to stop, well, that is unless someone makes me." He takes the knife and slowly starts to peel back my skin, layer by layer. This time my scream is so loud, my ears ring. I gasp, there's so much pain. He smiles. "Well, this is just to easy." I feel tears slip from the corners of my eyes. He sees them. "Come on, nobody likes a bad sport." He puts the knife at the center of my collar bone, then slowly, he pulls the knife down. I scream. I feel the blood flowing from where he cuts. There's so much pain. My eyes well up. As he reaches the hem of my jeans, he stops, but only to raise the knife and plunge it into my stomach. My scream is cut off by blood rising into my mouth. I cough and gasp for breath. He laughs. "Now that, was entertaining." He wipes off the knife. "Now I'm going to do something a little bit more exciting." He grins and looks through his pile of tools. He pulls out a horrible, jagged knife, if you could even call it that. My eyes widen in fear. He puts the knife against my cheek. "Now let the real fun begin." He then begins to cut my stomach. If I thought the pain from before was unbearable, I was wrong. There were no words to describe the pain that was being inflicted upon me.

I woke up like that, screaming uncontrollably, pain ricocheting up my torso. But there was a soft comforting voice next to me. "Tessa, Tessa it's alright. I'm here, you're alright." I stopped screaming but my body was shaking, and tears flowed from my eyes.

It was probably another 5 or 10 minutes before Castiel said anything to me. "Are you alright?" I slowly lift my head from his shoulder. "I remember. Everything." He just nods. "I figured. Do you need anything? Kleenex?" I laugh and shake my head. "No I'm fine… So you saved me, from that demon?" He nods. "Yes, I did." I look at him. "Was this an assignment or something? Were you told to save me?" He looks away from me. He doesn't say anything. "Okay, what is that? Yes? No?" He shakes his head. "That doesn't matter. But what does matter is that we need to get moving." He starts putting things into my bag. I look at him angrily. "Well it matters to me, okay? I want to know why I matter so much to the big guy upstairs. So why were you told to save me, huh? Why can't-" "I wasn't told!" I didn't know what to say to that. His sudden outburst wasn't what I was expecting. "What do you mean?" He sighs, rubbing his hand over his eyes. "I wasn't, technically, told. I've been doing some research, with the help of another Angel. When we found out who your parents were, we had to find you. Your special, Tessa, more so then you think."

CHAPT.2

Well talk about flattery. "Um, thanks?" One side of his mouth quirks up. "It's the truth, Tessa. You are very important. You have very important parents." I just shake my head. "What does that mean?" He looks at me. "Your mother, Tessa , was an Angel. And when the demons found that out, and don't ask me how they found out because I have no idea, but when they found out, they wanted you. Badly. So they hunted you down and found you." I wipe my hands over my face. "This is just, too much. I mean, my mom? An Angel? And, what about my dad? You said both of my parents were important. What is he? A demon? God that would just be, the icing on the cake. Finish this day off splendidly." Castiel just looks at me with pity. I shake my head. "Don't look at me like that. Don't pity me. That makes things worse. I can't have an Angel feel sorry for me. That's just a load of bull. I've been through Hell and back, and all you do is, is feel sorry for me? Tell me, if my mother was an Angel, then why the hell did she die? Explain that to me please." The look on Castiel's face could only be described as shocked. "I don't know if you should here that." I glared at him. "Don't. I want to know, Castiel. Tell me." Castiel looks at me for a few seconds then sighs. "She was banished. She had slept with a human. Felt emotion. She broke the rules. Left everything behind. While she was still an Angel. Later, Superiors decided that she should be sentenced to death, because of what she did. She had fallen from our path." I frowned. "So they killed her, after she had a child? Me? Why didn't they kill me along with her? Instead of waiting until I was 9 to kill her? That doesn't make sense." "I know, Tessa. And I am truly sorry. But listen, I will tell you more later, we must get moving. We are being followed. I don't know what by, but I certainly don't want to wait and find out." I stood there for a few moments, then nodded. I finished packing what little I had, and threw it in the trunk of his car.

***

"So, where are we headed? Vegas? L.A.? Miami?" Castiel smiles slightly. "No. We are headed to another little Podunk town. The faster we leave the better." I nod slowly, taking everything in. My life sounds like a freaking soap opera. Full of suspense, and major drama.

Castiel sighs. "Listen Tessa. I'm sorry about, well, everything, I guess. I mean, I know that doesn't help. But, I don't know. Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't." I smile a little. "It's fine, Castiel, really. I just took everything out on you, which wasn't right. And it does help. Knowing that you're here makes that much of a difference. I feel," I stop, hearing how ridiculous I sound. "You feel what?" I shake my head. "I just feel, safe, around you. Like, I don't know, nothing can hurt me. Which sounds ridiculous, because anything can hurt me. But with you, I feel like I'm protected." Castiel looks at me, a look of genuine amazement and happiness. "I'm glad you feel that way Tessa. I am here to protect you. It's nice to know that I'm doing my job right." I smile shyly and look away, out the window. I was never one for expressing my feelings. Even to my mother, which to this day I regret that I wasn't closer to her.

"What are you thinking?" Castiel asks me. I turn to face him, slightly taken off guard. "Oh, um, nothing really. My mom. I miss her a lot." Castiel smiles. "Yes, I can imagine what it must feel like to lose someone you love dearly." This makes me think of something. "Wait, aren't Angels supposed to like, you know, not feel any emotion at all?" Castiel laughs bitterly. "Yes, us Angels tend not to feel any emotion. But very few of us do, and even fewer tend to fall. But it does happen. And it is punishable." I nod slowly. "That's what I thought." Castiel nods and looks back at the road. I look out the window, wondering what was going to happen.

"So are we going to meet someone? Am I going to meet more Angels? That would be cool. I mean, not that you're not cool or anything, just meeting another Angel would be really cool." I mentally slap myself for my rambling. Castiel laughs. He has a nice laugh, I think to myself. Oh jeez! don't think like that! This is definitely not going anywhere. What are you thinking? "Yes, where we are going where there are other Angels. Only one though. She's nice. I think you will like her." I smile. "What is her name?" "Anna." I nod. "That's a nice name. Good Angel name. Especially yours." Castiel looks at me. "Thank you" I shrug. "Your welcome." He smiles slightly then looks back at the rode.

Time passes unbelievably slowly. We don't arrive at the hotel until sometime around midnight. I was asleep when Castiel was lightly nudging me awake, saying we were here. He helped me out of the car and we unloaded our things. I dumped my bags by the bed and collapsed onto it. Castiel walks in and laughs quietly. "I guess your tired, huh?" I groan and roll over. "You have no idea." He shakes his head while setting the rest of the bags by his bed. "So, you get some sleep. I'm going to go talk to Anna. I won't be long." I sit up a little. "Can I come with?" He looks at me. "I thought you were tired?" I shrug. "Can I?" Castiel sighs. "I don't think you should right now. How about tomorrow?" I roll my eyes. "Sure that's fine." He smiles. "Great. I'll be back. Sleep well." Then he's gone. I collapse back onto the bed. Burying my head into the pillow.

CHPAT. 3

It's early when I wake up. The sun just starting to rise into the sky. I sigh and roll over onto my side, seeing what time it is. 7:04. Great. I roll back onto my stomach, ready to fall back asleep when I hear hushed whispers. My eyes shoot open. I don't dare to move. I lay like that for a few minutes, trying to hear what they are saying. I can't hear a thing. Then the voices grow louder and stop altogether. Then someone is nudging me. "Tessa… Tessa? It's time to wake up. You said last night that you wanted to meet Anna, right?" I sit up quickly. "I'm up, I'm up." Castiel looks at me with wide, innocent eyes. I rub my eyes and jump out of bed. "I'll take a quick shower then we can go see them." Castiel nods. "Okay, I'll go tell her we will be meeting up with her and I'll grab you some food. I probably won't be here when you're done showering." I nod and bolt into the bathroom.

***

I step out of the shower, and slip the towel around my body. I look around for my clothes, and realize I didn't grab any. Crap, I think. I'm going to freeze. I step out of the bathroom and hurry to my bag, I dig threw it quickly. I decide to wear a classic black dress; look nice for this Anna.

As I pull the dress from my bag, I hear a sound like the fluttering of feathers. I spin around quickly, forgetting about the towel around my body. It falls to the floor. Castiel is standing there with 2 bags of food, dumbfounded. I feel my face heat up. I grab the towel and dash back into the bathroom. I lean against the door and slowly fall to the ground, my stomach twisting in embarrassment. A few minutes later I stand back up and get dressed and do my hair and makeup.

***

Me: Yay! Part one is FINISHED!!!

Jensen: *rubs back of head* Whoopdidoo. Now i have a freakin' headache. And why do you even have a frying pan in your room anyway? You really are crazy.

Me: *stares at him* I also have a tasser gun...

Jensen: *eyes widen* Seriously?

Me: ...Seriously... So be a good boy and i wont use it on you, ok? No more stunts like you pulled at the beginning of this.

Jensen: Fine. I'll be good... for now.

Me *glares*

Please please please review!!! I would greatly apprecaite it! :DD