BPOV:
How in the hell did I get into this mess?
Brooke took a deep breath and kept considering the possibility that this was a dream. Suddenly feeling 3 pairs of eyes on her, she shifted uncomfortably. Still in her party dress, she felt vulnerable.
Castiel suddenly spoke up.
"This is, uh, Brooke. I brought her here."
"You want to elaborate?" one of them said.
"Dean, she's important. Angels are after her for some reason and we must find out why."
"So you brought her here? From a sorority party, too?" Dean questioned.
"Look," she started, realizing her situation. "I'm pretty sure you've got the wrong girl here. I'm a college student. I have a roommate who is probably freaking out because I'm not at the party."
Well, Lily is probably doing the dirty with Daniel right now.
Dean cut a smile to her, probably proud of being right about the party.
She looked back at Castiel, who was no longer standing beside her, but was zipping open her bag and pouring the contents onto the floor.
"Hey!" she started picking up the spilled notebooks and pens.
The picture notebook where she kept her drawings seemed to attract Castiel. She lunged for it, he was already across the room and handing it to the other man. She stood back up and walked over.
"Well, if you're going to steal my things you might as well tell me your names."
"Uh, I'm Sam. This is my older brother, Dean. Castiel you already know."
She smiled briefly at him for at least being polite.
She snatched the notebook out of Dean's hands and clutched it to her chest.
"Brooke, we just want to help." Sam said, trying to comfort her.
"Do you even know what's in here? Things, you can't even begin to imagine."
She felt tears leak out of her eyes, realizing how bad that part of her sucked.
She took another deep breath and opened the book.
Scribbles. Symbols. Everything she'd ever dreamt about, nightmares mostly. They couldn't see it, but she could make out pictures, reliving ever horrible dream.
She gasped and pushed it into Castiel's hands.
"I-I can't look at that." she said moving over to sit on a chair at a long table with a map on it.
"Why not? It's just a bunch of scribbles." Dean asked, flipping the pages.
She glanced down, really starting to hope she was really asleep or she had gone crazy.
Suddenly her breath sped up and she put her hands to her head. Her eyes glazed over and pressure made her head feel like it was going to explode.
"What's happening?!" Sam yelled, as her heart raced faster. She let out a scream and fell to the floor.
Images. Flashing through her mind fast. Everything. Good, bad. Mostly bad. She saw Sam, Dean. Even Castiel.
Finally, her vision cleared and she could see Dean leaning over her.
"Cas! What the hell did you do!?"
"I didn't do anything Dean. That was her."
"What the actual fuck!" her eyes burned so bad she had to keep blinking.
Sam handed her a damp cloth.
"Your eyes are, uh... bleeding."
She dabbed at them and the rag came away red. She took in another deep breath, she seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
She ran her fingers through her curls and sat up.
