Chapter 1: I have got to stop drinking coffee before bed
"This is crazy!" I commented to some less than sane story by an awesome tumblr user, who was cosplaying Castiel.
She had written some hilarious claim that Bobby was the tooth fairy, and Castiel was the Easter bunny.
"How do you come up with this?" I commented laughing to myself.
"The plot bunnies told me too!" She typed back. I laughed. That is so me. I've used that excuse so many times I can't even count.
"Alright-y then, smile face," I Replied.
That was it.
I lost it.
This folks, is why I love tumblr, and don't forget supernatural!
I had been watching Supernatural since I was eleven. I love the characters. The character development is amazing, and don't even get me started on the plot (Besides the whole story arc of the seventh season). But when I first started watching, it was for the monsters, that and Sam Winchester. But mostly it was to tick off my parents.
But I kept watching it, and as I grew up it just stuck. When other girls my age were obsessing of twilight, I was fangirling over Castiel.
So here I sit reading this awesome tumblr users crazy crack!fics, sad I know… Well children, wasn't that a good story?
Just kidding, sit down and shut up; my story's just beginning.
Up to this point my life has been, well… boring. It's pretty much been a series of doors in my face.
So I was reading said fanfiction and talking to the person.
"So who's your favorite, Sam or Dea-" My computer froze.
"Really?" I said smacking the monitor, "This is the third time this week.
I sighed frustrated. I could go get my Iphone, but I'm too lazy to go upstairs.
So I tried Ctrl Alt Delete.
Nothing.
Nope, negatory, nada, zip.
But then something happened that I didn't expect. The power went out and the computer, the TV, my IPod, and just about everything that was connected to the power shot sparks
"What the hell!" I yelped, falling out of the chair I was sitting on.
"Well that hurt," I thought rubbing my bum,
I knew this house was crud, but I didn't think it was this bad. What am I going to do?
So I'm sitting on the floor, in the dark. Wondering whether I should be scared or just freaked out.
When my door slams open.
Yeah, I decided. I should be freaking terrified.
Please don't let it be that creepy "It" from that old movie!
Just then a guy comes waltzing in like he owns the place. His face is glowing slightly, and in the darkness I can make out a tan trench coat.
But what really surprised me was the fact he he's got wings. Big wings, they must be over nine feet long. The colors range all the way from Silver, to dark gray, to long dead charcoal, to beautiful raven black.
My jaw dropped.
It can't be!
"Hello, I am Castiel, angel of the lord."
I tried to say something, but I couldn't think of anything. My mouth opened and closed like a fish, before I gave up and shut it.
I have got to stop drinking coffee before bed… Well he isn't a bunny, so this is a normal-ish dream, I guess.
"Uh… hi?" I said it sounding like a question.
"Hello Rebecca," His voice was mostly toneless, but there was an air of familiarity to his voice.
"Uh, you're Castiel," I said awed.
"Yes."
"How are you real, am I dreaming?" I asked.
"I've always been real, just not here," He told me, "and no, you seem to be conscious."
"Not following," I replied.
"The point is I'm real, and you're coming with me," He said reaching out to touch my forehead.
"Wait, what!" I yelled jumping away.
"We need you, the first time I met the Winchesters you were there, but apparently I was the one that brought you here, and when I didn't get you here by a certain time, things were… bad.
So I'm fixing my mistakes," He told me.
What the hell is going on?!
I felt two fingers on my forehead, a slight weight dropping into my pocket, and then there was a flash of light then darkness.