Jordon's POV
I had just gotten up at 2:00 in the morning to get a glass of water. I saw a man about 6 feet tall in my kitchen with a trench coat. I watched him for a minute sure that he couldn't see me... I mean he was facing the other direction.
"Hello Jordon." He said.
"Who the hell are you and why are you in my kitchen?!?!"
"I'm Castiel. I have been waiting for you for a while." He turned around and had a beautiful face and gorgeous bright blue eyes that seemed to glow. So you could tell I was mesmerized by his face and terrified by... Well him knowing my name and being in my kitchen.
"Okay how do you know my name?"
"I'm an angel of The Lord."
"Yeah okay.."
"I need you to come with me." He said in his sexy voice.
"You're kidding right? A man 6 feet tall in the a.m. No."
He reached over me and touched my forehead next thing I knew I was in a '67 impala. A man came to the window talking to another. The one who was at the window had brown blonde hair.
"Sam! Who the hell is this?" He took out a knife opened the door and cut me.
"Dude!!! ?Really?!?!"
"Taking precautions."
"So you cut me?!?" He pulled me out of the car. He. Was. Gorgeous!
"Would this make up for it?" He pulled me up to his chest and kissed me.
"Yup!"
