A/N: Hey. This is going to be a short chapter. For some reason I had a lot of trouble writing this chapter. I will honestly tell you that I have no idea where this story is going or what's going to happen next. I'm just going with the flow on this. I write what comes to my mind. I hope you like the story so far. Reviews really do help me by the way.
Chapter 2
I didn't sleep the rest of the night. The dream made me very paranoid. I kept looking around the room, jumping every time a car would pass our window. Dean was sleeping in the bed next to mine and Sam was asleep in a chair with his laptop in his lap. I got up and took the laptop and powered it down. I then put a blanket from my bed over Sam and headed for the bathroom.
The light blinded me and the tile was cold on my bare feet. I looked in the mirror. I was still in my clothes I had been wearing the previous day. Dean and Sam must have carried me in and put me to bed. I smiled. My brothers really were the coolest people I knew. I would rather have them around than my dad.
My dad was always going on hunting trips on his own. We might be able to see him every month or two, but no more than that. Well, Dean says that's because of their mom. Their mom was killed by something when Sam was 6 months old. He says that Dad has been trying to find the thing since then.
I never knew my real parents. They tried to kill me when I was an infant. Dad, or John, told me that he saved me before they could. He got attached to me and raised me as his own. Dean was 10 and Sam was 6. He raised me into hunting and I became just like the Winchesters. I don't even know if my real name is Jordan. Oh well, I like Jordan and nothing else matters.
I ran the warm water and washed my face. If I wasn't awake before, I was now. I watched my reflection as water dripped down my face. They looked like forgotten tear drops trying to escape the sadness.
I dried off my face and when back out into the main room. What I saw when I came out, was not the same then when I'd gone in. Dean was standing in my way with a look of death on his face.
"Dean, you okay?"
He didn't respond. He just stared at me with a horrible look in his eyes.
Before I could do or say anything else, he thrust forward. He was right on top of me. We fell to the floor and I felt a sharp pain in my side. He was still staring at me. But his eyes were completely black. He was possessed. I screamed for Sam. But he didn't answer. I prayed to God that he wasn't dead. Just then I began to feel dizzy. Dean stood up. His arm was covered in blood. I looked down at my side. Dean's favorite knife was sticking out of me. He was covered in my blood.
I grabbed the knife and a twinge of pain ran through my body. I summoned my strength and pulled the knife out. It fell from my grasp as I grew weaker and weaker. My vision was fading and everything began to feel upside down. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I let my head fall onto the bathroom floor as I gave into death.
I was nowhere and no time. Everything was standing still. There was dark all around me, except for a single chair. I walked over to the chair and sat down. I blinked for a moment and all of a sudden there was a table before me. I looked around and could see nothing except for darkness stretching on for miles.
In the distance I could hear a high pitched ringing sound. I closed my eyes, straining my ears to hear the distant sound. Behind my lids I could see light all around me. I opened my eyes only to see a man standing before me.
"Who are you?" I said to the stranger. He was wearing a suit and a long tan trench coat.
"I am an Angel of the Lord. My name is Castiel." He had a very serious look on his face.
I looked around. I tried to keep from laughing. The man sat down across from me at the table.
"I'm sorry. An Angle of the Lord? Is that the best you could come up with?" The man didn't move. He didn't even blink.
"It's the truth. I was sent to save you."
"Save me?" I thought about what he said. Save me from what? I thought. Then I remembered. Dean attacked me. He stabbed me in the side. I'm dead. "Who sent you?"
"God sent me. You were not supposed to die this night. God sent me here to fix the problem and watch over you till your destiny is fulfilled."
I looked at the man or Castiel or whatever his name was. It seemed like his lips were moving but nothing was coming out of his mouth. Nothing that made since, anyway.
"Destiny? What are you talking about?" He didn't reply but instead stood up from the table and walked around it. He was now right in front of me.
"We will meet again. If you need me, call and I will come." Before I could say anything he knelt down and kissed me.