Elizabeth Dane is a curious 16 year old who loves an adventure, she maybe the most beautiful girl in school, but she is also a victim of bully. Because of her geeky personality she gets bullied for it, her first kiss was forced and not how she plann...
My feet were starting to ache so I sat down on a nearby bench and leaned back. The sun was starting to rise and I have just arrived in Kansas an hour ago. I hear the sound of what seems to be flapping wings. I shrugged it off and dug in my backpack and pulled out a piece of gum and put it in my mouth.
"Hello", a man said beside me causing me to almost choke on my gum. I look over to see a man in a trench coat with slightly messy brown hair as he slowly turned his head to face me. When did this man show up? I asked myself even though I couldn't answer it.
"Um hi", I said awkwardly as I chewed my gum. He just stared at me so I decided to speak up again,"I'm Elizabeth", I said smiling slightly.
"I know", he said and I began to feel uncomfortable, and to humor myself I began to blow a bubble,"and I'm Castiel, an angel of the lord", he said. My bubble popped and stuck to my face. I put it back in my mouth and stared at him before laughing.
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"An angel? I may be a Christian, but your talking crazy!", I said and he just stared at me like I was the one who was crazy. He reached over and touched my forehead, before I could react everything went black, literally.
I was back in the same dark room I was the first time, but this time it was different. I was on my back instead of my stomach, my back still hurt like hell. I could hear someone walking toward me as the room turned cold again. The person became more clearer and I could see that it was the man known as Lucifer from my last dream. He crouched down and rested his hand on my cheek, I jerked my head away before I felt a sharp pain against my cheek, he slapped me. I glare at him as he only smiles devilishly.
"Where is it Betty?", he asked calling me by the nickname I so strongly hated, only when its coming from Satan I hated it.
"I don't know what you are talking about", I whispered.
Lucifer stood back up and turned away sighing, he let out a chuckle before turning back to me, "you know damn well what I want", he said trying to keep in a scream.
"I don't know what you want!", I screamed and he flipped me onto my stomach. All I could think about was trying to get up and move away from him as fast as I can, but I was pushed back down. He was sitting on my legs and I could hear the jingling of his belt buckle and I began to cry.
"Just tell me where it is and I won't do this to you", he growled as I continued to cry.
"What is it?! What is the thing that you want?!", I screamed as I felt my jeans being pulled down.
"The spear! Where is the spear?!", he screamed back.
"What spear?!", I cried as I heard my pants being thrown.
"The holy lance! The one that they used to pierce the side of Jesus with!", he yelled.
"It's in the museum, I promise", I said with a shaky voice.
"That is a fake", he said touching my bare thigh, I screamed.
"Then I don't know where it is, please don't do this to me", I cried.
"Kid! Kid wake up!", someone yelled into my ear shaking me roughly. I slapped the person and sat up, "Ow! What the hell kid!", the guy yelled and I see that it's ken doll.
"It's you! The ken doll man from my dream! What do you want! Why did the gay trench coat man kidnap me? More importantly, who are you?!", I screamed at them as I held out my fists ready for combat. I probably wouldn't win this fight considering my body is shaking a lot.
"My name is Dean Winchester and this is my brother-", before he could finish my arms were wrapped around his torso, "oh uh ok", he said awkwardly patting my back. I pulled away and smiled big.
"I can't believe it's you, I actually found you! And my Uncle Sam!", I yelled hugging the abnormally tall man who awkwardly hugged me back before I pulled away.
"You have a daughter Dean?", Sam asked and Dean shrugged his shoulders.
"Yes he does, I tried to tell you that", the gay trench coat man (aka Castiel) said.
"You didn't believe him?", I asked turning to the 2 brothers sadly.
"We didn't even know Dean had a daughter", Sam said and I looked down disappointed.
"Well now your looking at her, so tell me why you kidnapped me before I could find you?", I asked.
"Well Cas kidnapped you, because he thinks you know something about Lucifer", Dean said drawing out Cas like it was his fault. When I heard Lucifer I spaced out and all I could think about was the horrible torture he did to me in my dreams, but there's no way Lucifer could actually be on earth. I mean I know Lucifer is real, but it's hard to believe that he's actually here.
"Hey do you want to hear a little joke?", I asked them and they rolled their eyes.
"Fine", they said plainly.
"What do you call an angel that never wins? And no Castiel you cannot answer this", I said to the angel who had his mouth open to answer.
"I don't know, what?", Sam said.
"Loseifer! Get it?", I said as I started laughing with my hands on my knees.
"She doesn't want to talk about him", Castiel said and I stood straight up again and gave him a sad thumbs up.
"Why not?", Dean asked, Sam elbowed him as I sighed.
"He's the devil, nobody likes to talk about him", I said looking down.
"Please tell us, whatever bothers you we can help", Sam said calmly stepping toward me.
"I have nightmares about him", I said.
"What kind of nightmares?", Dean asked.
"Torture", I mumbled.
"What else?", Castiel asked impatiently.
"He says that he's looking for a spear?", I said which sounded more like a question.
"The holy lance", he said as I nodded.
"The one they used on Jesus?", Sam asked.
"Exactly, if Lucifer has possession over the holy lance than he could have control over the world", Castiel said and he disappeared. My eyes widened as he was suddenly no where.
"Oh my gosh, I'm dreaming! Or he's psychic!", I paced pulling at my hair.
"No, Sammy's the psychic one, Cas is the angel", Dean said like it was something totally ordinary.
"I think I need to take a seat", I said plopping down onto the sofa confused.