Saving Heaven: A SUPERNATURAL Fan Fiction

Chapter One:

AN: Hi everybody! It has occurred to me that I should probably post warnings the beginnings of my chapters in case there are some readers that don't like certain things like E.G. smut etc. anyway without further Aude here is the first part to my fanfiction AU!

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of murder, innuendoes.

Chapter one:

In all honestly, I don't really mind being confused. It means that eventually all the images, sensations, colours, words, memories will slot into place. You are graced with the beauty of an epiphany.

For example, you fall into (what you believe) is to be called "love" and when said "lover" dumps yo' ass (some garbage about how you no longer made them "happy"), you go into a state of confusion. Then all the colours, smoke, mirrors and crap all fall into place. The epiphany comes when you look into your best friend eyes and say.

"Fuck it. We are off to Ireland."

At least that's what Anna and I did. A year and a half of working our butts off and saving every cent we could, we were finally on our first of many flights to Belfast city, Ireland.

Leaving our long time place of residence (we never saw it as a home) was as easy as accidentally devouring a block of chocolate; we loved every moment of it. Blenheim, New Zealand never held any hope for us. The locals were pompous vineyard owners, wine makes and as bitchy as a lioness with a tooth ache. No. We never really fitted in. Leaving Blenheim we transferred from Auckland domestic to Auckland International and boarded our second flight.

Anna laughed as I made a notion about the extra legroom we had managed to score because 'we were ready to help in case of an emergency.' "Gotta love this shit" was mouthed and giggles were giggled.

After the safety briefing and turbulence started, we departed and began the twelve hour flight to Los Angeles.

"Oh my God. Oh. My. God! Anna we are finally leaving this god forsaking chain of Islands!" I didn't mean to, but I squealed and started vibrating in my seat.

"I know right!? Six foot eight hunky Irish men, backpacking, sightseeing, Irish men, magic, mystery, adventure and hunky Irish men! Here we come!"

"Did I mention hunky Irish men?"

Tougher we WooHooed until being advised to shut up.

Anastasia Darling has been, still is and forever will be, my best friend. One week we were using each other's stationary without asking. One month we were bitching about school while eating ice-cream down by the river, within five years we were synchronized, unbreakable and unstoppable.

"Anna?" Whispering I asked, avoiding another death glare from the flight attendant, "how are the States looking?"

"At the moment" The taping of her laptop keys sounded around our small space. "Pretty good. The cyclone seems to have moved away from L.A. and is hovering over Colorado as of late. It's still really strange though..."

The U.S.A is having a really hard time lately. Many disasters of both natural and human were adding scars to her apparently proud history, everything from earthquakes to massive lightning storms. Entire towns have been found abandoned or dead.

Needless to say we wanted to make our stay there as swift, exciting and painless as possible.

"Wha'sup?" I mumbled, arching a dramatic eyebrow.

After a few more taps and mouse clicking, she finally responded. "Not a single drop of rain... Like there is wind but no rain."

"Really? Sure it isn't just a dust cyclone?"