Fallen- Castiel Fanfiction

2~ The 66 Seals

Supernatural S4:E2 "Are you there, god? It's me Dean Winchester"

Madison's POV

"Look all I know is I was not groped by an angel"

"Okay look, Dean. Why do you think this 'Castiel' would lie to you about it?"

"Maybe some kind of demon. Demon's lie"

"A demon who's immune to salt rounds and devil's traps and ruby's knife?! Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing!"

"Don't you think that if angels were real that some hunter somewhere would have seen one at some point... ever?!"

"Yeah. You and Madison just did, Dean"

"Look, we don't know for sure. So, i'm not just gonna believe this thing is an 'angel of the lord' because it says so!," Dean yelled. Oh that's it.

"Would you two give it a rest! You've been at it all morning, and some of us are trying to sleep here!," I yelled at Dean and Sam. They sighed and looked at me in frustration.

"Madison, what do you think about this whole angel situation?" Sam asked me.

"I don't know. I mean sure it's nothing no hunter's ever seen before, but that doesn't mean they don't exist," Dean scoffed at my answer.

"So you believe in angels?"

"I don't know"

"Are you guys done arguing religion in there? Cause I got something you guys might wanna see," Bobby yelled from the library. We all stood around his desk as he showed us this book. The current page he was on had a picture of an angel dragging someone out of hell.

"It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit," Bobby explained.

"What else could do it?" Dean asked.

"Airlift your ass out of the hot box? As far as I can tell, nothing"

-TIME SKIP-

I was laying down on the guest bed about to drift off to sleep, when my brothers came barging in.

"Madison, somethings killing hunters, and we don't know what. You coming?"

"No, i'm fine. You guys go ahead. I'm having a day off today," I answered and laid my head back down.

"Okay, well keep your phone on you just in case," Sam said and then they left, closing the door behind them.

A little while after, I heard a loud crash downstairs, followed by the sound of someone falling to the floor. I quickly got out of the bed and grabbed my shotgun, giving it a pump.

I went light on my feet, as I cautiously opened the wooden door, stepping out into the second story hallway.

That's when I saw this white air come out of my mouth. It was a sign of a ghost.

I continued to walk forward, when I heard a sound behind me. Turning around to see nothing, I turn back to see him standing there.

"R-Ryan?" I stuttered. Why is he here? That doesn't make sense, he wouldn't be haunting me.

I jumped as my face went pale. I stepped back and pointed my gun at the spirit, pulling the trigger, making it disappear.

Just when I thought I was safe, even for just a minute, I was thrown against the narrow white wall.

As I struggle to reach the gun, he kicks it farther away. He picks me up by the collar, and shoves me against the wall. A small whine escapes my lips when my back came in contact with the wall. He smirked.