Gifted (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Chapter One: The Vision

A man in a dim hallway grimly turned towards a door and pulled out a gun. He slid out the clip, tapping it on the gun and replacing it. Inside the room, there is a Crater Lake poster on the wall. Below it is a young blonde man tied to a chair. Nearby are a young woman, a middle-aged woman, and a tough-looking black man. The blonde man looked up as the man holding the gun opened the door and entered, raising the gun. The blonde man began babbling out of sheer terror.

"No, no, no, no, no, you're not gonna... no, I swear! It's not in me!" He exclaimed, face covered in sweat and tears.

"Oh, god," The young woman murmured. "We're all gonna die."

"Maybe he's tellin' the truth." The black man attempted to reason with the armed man.

The armed man advanced on the blonde man, cocking his gun. "He's not him, not anymore."

"No, stop it! Stop it! Ask her, ask the doctor! It's not in me!" The blonde man continued to panic.

The middle-aged woman, the doctor, shrugged with uncertainty. "I just... I can't tell."

"No, please, don't. Don't. I swear, I-"

"I got no choice." The armed man deadpanned.

"I swear, it's not in me, it's not in me! Don't, don't. Please!" He wailed, though his words meant nothing to the armed man before him.

Two gunshots were all that was heard as the image distorts in a bright flash, and Angel awoke with a start.

"Crater Lake." She breathed, her face dripping with sweat and migraine pounding in her head. "Where the hell is Crater Lake?"

She got out of bed and headed down the stairs, sitting at her desk in front of her laptop. She opened it and went to Google, typing in Crater Lake. One of the suggestions said "crater lake oregon", and she clicked on it. The first thing she saw was the same picture she had seen in her vision.

"Okay. Oregon." She murmured to herself. "Guess I've got work to do."

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She packed a few things and drove up to Oregon. It was a fairly quick drive from sunny California, at least compared to some of her previous trips. She drove into Crater Lake, suddenly feeling a small sense of anxiety. That guy with the gun seemed a bit intimidating. Scary. Sexy, yet scary.

She quickly saw something familiar. It was one of the men from her vision. The black man, he was outside a small shop. She pulled in and stepped out of her car. "Hi. I'm Angel. Maybe you can help me find someone?"

"Sure," The man replied. "Who can I help you find?"

"Blonde, young guy, early twenties." She thought back to the man from her vision. "A scar, below his hairline. Ring any bells?"

The man nodded. "Yeah, that sounds like Duane Tanner. Might I ask why you're looking for him?"

"I'm an old friend of Duane's. We've been kinda out of touch lately. So, do you know where his place is from here?"

"He's with his family up Aspen Way. Duane seems to be a popular kid today."

She became confused by this. "What do you mean?"

"Two US Marshals came by and asked about Duane just a few minutes ago. So what, does that make you FBI or something?" He joked.

She grinned at that. "I can assure you, I have nothing to do with the law."