I wake up, with a noise coming from downstairs. Just in case, I grab a knife, and holy water. Yes. I know about the supernatural world, sadly. It sucks. Every night I wake up thinking there's something supernatural in side my house. I quietly tip toe downstairs, making sure I don't make any noise. I was wrong, the bottum floor creaks, there's no noise now. Oh god no, At least not today. Shakingly, I walk into my living room and I walk over to the window. More like tip toe/ running. There's no sulphur. That's a good sign, right? I hear rummaging through my kitchen, furrowing my eye brows, I walk closer. I see a figure shape, from the light from the fridge, I see a man. Why is he in my fridge? What the hell? I see the man turn his head, I can't make out any features. I crawl to the floor, getting ready to attack. Even though I'm not very strong but oh well. I'll try my best. Shit, I should've grabbed my phone. When I'm on the floor, I see the face who I've been in love with for years until he left. Dean Winchester.
