I looked around, everything was too quiet. Something wasn't right. It felt as though something was missing but I couldn't quite place what. I went to my shelf and picked up the engraved wooden box and opened the metal clasp. The crystals were still inside and that was all that mattered. I couldn't orb out so I used another potion to get me to his home.
It was so peaceful and tranquil outside his window. The sun was disappearing from the sky and the shadows were creeping out freely, ready to play. I began pulling out the crystals around the base of the house. I got around to the living room and put a crystal on the windowsill, before I could put the last crystal on the mantel, to complete the circle; someone grabbed my left wrist and spun me around to face them. I instantly dropped the crystal on the floor. I was surprised to see that it was my innocent. He looked much different in real life. His face was more chiselled and defined, his hair like black feathers. His golden amber eyes flickering like firelight.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
Before he could say another word, I stepped on his foot and flipped him over but he didn't let go of my wrist so I fell as well. I had no time to register why he could touch me when Dean couldn't, I was too busy trying to get him to let go. I ended up on top of him, I struggled to get up but he wouldn't let me go. I considered using my powers but I didn't want to seem weak and I had the feeling they weren't going to work again. I wrestled him, to gain use of my arm so I could complete the protective circle but he pinned me down. I struggled against his weight. After a while I stopped moving, mesmerised by his eyes. Flicks of blue and green lived within the amber and were constantly moving.
Suddenly we heard glass smashing in the next room. He got up and as soon as I was realised I got to my feet. He slowly began walking to the door by the source of the noise. I walked towards the crystal hoping to complete the circle when the earth began to shake. I grabbed onto that armchair to support myself. Books were flying off the shelves, lamps falling off their tables. I wondered what was causing it. It couldn't be natural and not many people had control over the elements and I was one of them. My thought process was cut off as I was pushed against the far back wall just in time to see a book shelf fall on top of where I stood minutes before. I looked at my saviour and was relieved to see that he was alright.
"Thanks", I said. A deafening explosion filled the room and we were knocked down by the force. I looked over to him. He was still breathing but not conscious. My ears were ringing and my head hurt. Everything disappeared as I tried to get up. It all faded into nothing.
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