Saving Heaven: A SUPERNATURAL Fan Fiction

Chapter Five

Warnings: Abandonment, fourth wall break,

Chapter five.

January, 2006.

Six years since a demon had brutally taken the lives of my Father and Grandmother. Your Grandfather was still missing. It was the summer holidays in your new town Blenheim. Mum had been moving from town to town all over the North Island, but New Zealand is small, her work skills vary from making coffee to cleaning cars, surviving was the only thing she had her mind set on.

"I can't understand why I can't have any friends my own age." We've had this conversation before. Always the same answer, 'because you have me' or 'we move all the time It's just becomes a pain.' at the moment we were unpacking boxes into another empty house, when I say boxes I mean half a car load of mainly sheets, clothes, food and one very important package. A parcel wrapped in brown paper and twine, mum opened it last night. I have no clue what it is.

"Because you will die." I dropped the towel I was holding. This was new. Mum went out to the car. I don't focus on memorising the interiors of houses anymore but this one stuck the light blue wall paper, the charcoal plush carpeting, the lemon scented air fresheners and I was only in the hallway. The car door slammed and the engine roared into life.

I sprinted to entrance way just to be sprayed by grave as my mums tail lights blurred out of the drive way. After the dust settled I was alone.

Mum never just upped in left. I saw something on the ground, beside the tire tracks. I walked over and picked up a dust covered brown leather book. It had a blank hard cover; the spine was black with a silver symbol on it.

I gasped.

It was the same as my wrist. I tried to open it, there was no lock but it wouldn't budge the pages were glued shut.

"You can't open it." A voice sounded from behind. I squeaked turning in shock I dropped the book which fluttered open on the ground.

"Who are you?" My voice was shaky but I held it strong. A short man maybe in his late forties with light brown, greying curly hair and dark grey stubble was standing in the entrance to my now vacant home. Wearing a light blue polo shirt, brown knitted sweater jacket, this stranger oddly resembled Curtis Armstrong.

"I'm going to be looking after your story for a moment little girl." His smile was wide with white teeth and light blue eyes were shining. He clearly had no idea to communicate with strangers.

"Don't belittle me punk, now answer my question." Mums words swirled in my head, 'Be over confident, sus out the situation first then choose to flee or fight.'

I puffed out my chest and broadened my shoulders. 'Don't show weakness.'

The stranger was taken aback, he frowned, thinking for a moment then chuckled his smile returning.

"Ok, ok truce." He held up open palms, "my name is Metatron..."

"That's a load of crap..." I scoffed

"I assure you it isn't." He was serious; I choose to believe him... this time. His eyes sparkled before he spoke again.

"Yes I am also that Metatron." He looked around and took a seat on the step leading into the house, he beckoned me to come closer, and I shook my head and stayed where I was. He rolled his eyes

"Honestly I won't bite." I walked closer, slowly. I sat down five feet in front of him. I left the book where it was. The gravel hurt when I sat down but my eyes didn't waver from him.