Free Supernatural Fanfiction chapter summary:
A “normal” woman’s life upends when she eavesdrops on two demon hunters and an angel, forcing her into their dangerous world.

Rating: PG-13
Contains Supernatural Peril, Implied Violence/Danger, Mildly Disturbing Elements

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CHAPTER ONE: Eavesdropping

Early Summer 2010

For most of my life, I considered myself normal. Until the summer of 2010, I worked as a bank customer service representative at a local university campus branch. I was close to my parents and had a few friends. I was, in fact, a quiet person. I didn’t like confrontations. I never sought out adventure, unless it was in a book or movie. My social life was boring to most people, but I never minded it. I was content, enjoying time alone. Meeting the Winchesters changed everything.

Breaking my routine, I decided to take my lunch outside. The day was warm and bright. Being fair-skinned with red hair, I tried to avoid sitting in direct sunlight. Thankfully, it was the start of the summer term, and most students were gone, leaving more tables available across from my workplace. These tables had umbrellas, unlike others on the large campus. Looking back, it feels like I was meant to be there at that moment.

In the shade, I removed my gray blazer and sunglasses, sat down, ate, and started reading a book. The book didn’t hold my attention—it wasn’t poorly written but needed more dialogue. My mind wandered to two men at the next table, eating lunch and discussing what I thought was a mental hospital case. The university was next to a hospital with a psych ward two blocks away, which worked with medical and nursing students.

I didn’t look at them but listened closely. They talked about a girl in the psych ward, mentioning blackouts and strange behavior. Then their conversation turned odd, referencing sulfur and EMF readings at her house. It sounded like they were planning an exorcism, though they didn’t use that word.

Without realizing it, I must have turned toward them and was openly gawking. They were absorbed in their discussion and didn’t notice me until they decided to visit the psych ward after lunch. When they looked around, our eyes met—their green eyes locking with mine. A flush of warmth spread over me when we made eye contact. My heart sputtered at the sudden panic of being caught.

Strangely, I didn’t shy away as usual. Leaving my things, I approached their table, boldly mentioned “the case,” and used the word “exorcism.” I didn’t explain how I knew about such things—not yet. Dean first asked if I was a hunter, a term I didn’t know then as I do now. The conversation was cut short when Castiel—Cas, as Sam and Dean called him—appeared out of nowhere.

The brothers seemed uneasy, unsure what I’d seen. The first thing Cas said was, “Good, you found her.”

Looking down at the table, they thought he was talking about the case they were working on, but as it turns out, he meant me. He then stated that we needed to move because it “wasn’t safe” there. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. They stood, and I started to doubt myself for talking to them. Maybe these gigantically tall guys really were crazy. Doubting myself, I hesitated, but Cas pulled me to my feet. The ground seemed to vanish, and I stumbled, nearly colliding with Dean. I sidestepped enough not to knock him over. Dean caught hold of my arms and steadied me.

“A little warning next time, Cas,” he said with a hint of irritability.

I didn’t quite understand what he meant at first until I looked around. We were no longer near my building. Instead, we stood by an old black car on the other side of town.

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The Impala and First Impressions

The “old black car” was a 1967 Chevy Impala, one of Dean’s obsessions. It actually belonged to his father, and he had kept it ever since. He rebuilt it a few times—once after the accident that ended up killing his father.

Our first meeting was confusing, at least for me. We ended up with more questions than answers. Cas took care of the possession case at the psych ward in a matter of a few seconds after we left. I learned he was an angel, unlike any I’d encountered. My only angelic experience was with my own angel, James, but they were vastly different.

Cas grew on you. Having little human contact before Sam and Dean, he often missed social norms. I first learned he was an angel after he transported us to their car that day we met.

Dean introduced us by the car. “This is Cas.”

“Cas?” I asked.

“It’s short for Castiel.”

I nodded with uncertainty at the strange name. I had heard weirder names. Working with customers, I came across a lot of funny names and spellings.

“He’s an angel,” Dean added.

I looked Cas over. He was wearing a suit underneath a long beige trench coat. He had dark brown hair and bright blue eyes.

“An angel that wears a trench coat…” I must have muttered aloud.

Cas pulled on his coat. “It belongs to my vessel.”

“Vessel? You need a vessel?” That explained why I could see him, unlike James, whom I only sensed.

“It’s the only way I can communicate with them,” he nodded his head toward Sam and Dean.

There was an awkward pause. Realizing that we weren’t exactly far from harm’s way (which ended up being some demons), Cas decided to try to speed things up. I was hesitant to get in the car with them.

“We don’t have time for this,” he said to no one in particular. He took a step closer to me and put two fingers on my forehead. I just stared at him. He removed his fingers, looked at them, and tried again. “I don’t understand.”

“Was something supposed to happen?” I asked, fighting the urge to step back.

“It should have put you to sleep,” Sam answered, cocking his head to the side. Sam was the slightly taller brother, with shaggy brown hair. Dean was a few inches shorter, and his brown hair was closely cropped.

“Oh,” I murmured, and looked back at Cas, who was still studying me. Apparently, I was able to block him from his sleeping power.

With demons approaching, I didn’t understand my role but knew demons were dangerous. I worried about leaving—where would we go? When would I return? What about my job? Reluctantly, I got in the car, leaving everything behind. No one knew where I’d gone. My purse, blazer, sunglasses, and book remained on the table. People likely thought I’d been kidnapped, which wasn’t far from the truth.

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The Note Home

Cas kind of helped me with this. I had to at least let my parents know I was okay. I didn’t think everyone needed to know the whole truth. Later, at a motel, I gave Cas a list of items to pick up from home if I was going to be stuck with these guys for a while. I also gave him a handwritten note to give to my parents. I didn’t have my cell phone, and I wasn’t actually sure if they would believe me if I called. I thought that if Cas, an angel, appeared to them and handed them this note, it might work out a little better. My parents believed in angels, I reasoned.

When Cas came back, he surprisingly brought back all items on my list—which might be due to the extra descriptions and location guide I provided. He neglected to bring my contacts and prescription. However, he touched my head, and warmth spread through me. My vision cleared, my hormonal imbalance stabilized, and he cured an unknown cancer cell. Stunned, I mumbled, “Thanks.” We learned he could heal and transport me but not knock me out.

He gave the note to my parents. It was probably the hardest note I ever wrote. I had no idea when I would be back. Cas was not one for much emotion or detail. From what I gathered from him, my parents were completely shocked but eventually took the note “well.” I mentioned in the note that I would call as soon as I got my own cell phone—which Dean said he would take care of once we were far enough away from the demons. I didn’t even want to think about that phone call….

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