The Hunted Vessel (Supernatural Spin-Off)

Prologue

Angels are all around us. They are mostly depicted to appear human-like, but taller and with large, feathery white wings sprouting from their shoulder blades. Angels float in long white dresses, towering over with elegance and power. Many believe in angels but it is unclear if they are their own separate beings or if they take form of a late loved one. Angels are thought of as our guardians, watching over us to make sure we are safe and sound. They are always with us.

"What a load of crap," Nathaniel scoffed. He shut the book closed and lay it on the lower, brown coffee table. He took form of the couch and slouched deeper into it. His eyes glanced at the gleaming title in gold, as the sun hit right on the title, giving it an angelic shine. 

The Afterworld.

Nathaniel rolled his eyes and reached for the remote. He then clicked the TV on. He did get distracted by a crime-horror  movie but his curious mind was occupied with what he had just read. Yes, he did not believe in angels and the afterlife or the afterworld. Such things were clearly impossible. But the thought of something so powerful and supernatural made his mind thrive for answer or a picture. Nathaniel always needed either tangible or physical proof of something. He did not believe in, well, believing. He could not grasp a concept unless it was right in his face. And this was a problem for his learning as a child. Nathaniel would not believe in most stories and tales of fantasy or even of science. He did not believe in dinosaurs nor of dragons. 

"Who do you think did it, Detective Johnston?" the female character on TV questioned. Nathaniel returned his thoughts to the movie he was watching. 

"I don't know, Peggy. But I don't think it's a who; I think it's a what. It almost seems... supernatural. No human could have done this," he states, looking straight into the woman's eyes. Oh no, Nathaniel thought, you too?  The woman's face turns into slight surprise and horror.

"Supernatural? Are you saying that some demon killed my poor Brenda?" Peggy asked the detective, the terror visible in her heavy mascara-lined eyes. 

"It's possible, Peggy. Don't you believe in the afterworld? This isn't the first case that lead me to bel-." Click.  Nathaniel immediately shut off the TV.

"Nathaniel? Are you home?" a voice asks. Nathaniel hears his mom come in. He gets up from his couch potato position and makes his way to the kitchen, where he sees his mother. 

"Hey, Mom," he says to her, as he approaches her to help with the numerous bags of grocery she's carrying. 

"Hey, Nat. What were you doing?" his mother asks him, as she put some bags down to put her keys and phone on the counter. However, she misplaces her phone and her phone goes flying to the ground. 

"Crap!" his mother exclaims as she watches it fall to the ground. Nathaniel looks around the counter to watch the phone's impact, only to see it land safely on one of his slippers. 

"Phew, thank God it's okay. Must be some angel or something that saved my phone! If that broke, I'd have to pay the penalty for getting a new phone before my contract ended and I don't have that money, " his mother chuckles. 

Nathaniel rolls his eyes.

"There's no such thing as angels, mom, you know that," he says, going back around to put away the groceries. 

"Whatever you say, Nathaniel," his mom replies.

"Actually, funny enough, I was just reading a book of yours on angels. But it's so full of shit, I honestly don't know how you could read that stuff," he says, putting away some fruits.

"Oh? Which book of mine?" she asks Nathaniel.

"It was called The Afterworld. What a dumb book," he scoffs again.

"Huh, funny. I don't recall having a book called The Afterworld. Who's it by?" she asked. 

"Oh, wow I don't even remember. Here, I'll go get it, I left it on the coffee table in the living room," Nathaniel says, as he goes to the living room. 

Many thoughts were going on his head. He had some slight proof of maybe angels but how could he confirm that and not classify it as a coincidence? He shook off the possibility. 

There is no such thing as angels and the afterworld. I know that, he thought to himself. He entered the living room and looked at the coffee table; only to find it completely barren. He looked at the table in shock. 

"No way... I remember I left it there," he says to himself. He looked at the table again and where the sun had hit the title earlier, was no book at all.

It had simply vanish.