Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

Fire- Jared

You stood on your mark, facing Jared who held a match in his hand. He pretended to light it, then dropped it. The circle around you lit up, the light would be replaced by flames later.

"Step out of the flames, Elena."

You forced tears to your eyes. "W-what?"

The camera moved slowly behind you, another zoomed close to your face.

"Just do it," Jared snapped.

You let a tear fall and stepped forwards, only to stop and start laughing. You wiped the tear from your cheek.

"I can't believe I fooled you for this long!"

"You're an angel?"

"Obviously! The name's Eremiel, not Elena."

"The great angel who presides over the Abyss and Hades?"

"Bingo," you said with a smirk. "I guess you're wondering, what am I doing off my post? Well, once upon a time, there were two brothers who screwed everything up. They broke the rules of destiny and started a chain reaction of terrible things. Ultimately, the angels fell from Heaven. But, I fell into Hell. My powers were blocked, and I couldn't use my grace to defend myself from the thousands of demons that lingered down in the pit. When I finally managed to haul myself out, and trust me, that took a lot of work and the rest of the grace I had-"

You felt the floor shake underneath you. Jared looked up uneasily, but no one called for you to stop. You took a breath and continued.

"I came back to this. So, I decided to get my revenge. I found a vessel-- a good looking one, may I add-- and started my little revenge. What do you know? It worked! I had you wrapped around my finger!"

"Cut!"

You stopped talking and stepped away from your mark, walking down with Jared to Robert. Then you heard it: screaming.

You and Jared immediately shared a look, then started running. You turned down one of the halls and went through a door to see flames. They were climbing up the walls and burning through sets.

You saw Jensen quickly escorting one of his makeup artists towards the doors. Misha closely following with one of the camera men. He looked up and caught your eye. Misha had severe burns along his face and panic in his eye.

You glanced back at Jensen, seeing that his pant leg had been singed and he was limping.

"We need to get out of here," Jared muttered. You two started running again, the smoke now billowing throughout the hallways. You started coughing. You covered your nose and mouth with your shirt, anything that could help you breathe.

"Help!" There was a woman pinned underneath a burning set.

"Jared!" you shouted, pointing. He had already started running towards her.

Your eyes were stinging and you felt involuntary tears running down your face. Your hands burned as you threw the wood off the woman, who was one of the prop designers. Jared helped her to her feet and you two started running again.

"Do you know if there was anyone else back there?" you asked her.

"Not that I know of," she coughed. You were close to the doorway that would bring you to one of the exits when the roof caved and toppled in front of you, causing sparks to shoot out towards you, catching your clothing on fire. You shrieked and immediately tossed your jacket aside and beat out the flames on your leg.

The flames jumped to the walls at your side, you felt the heat lick at your skin. The smoke was almost unbearable and you felt lightheaded.