Clueless // Supernatural & Dan and Phil [ D I S C O N T I N U E D ]

14. I Am an Angel of the Lord

"Miss Singer, wake up."

My head pounds with every syllable being said as a low monotone voice speaks to me.

"This is very important. Beings are in trouble."

I fight to open my eyes as the voice talks to me. It's filled with a curiosity I am unused to hearing, but I can't help but think the voice sounds like it might hurt me. Nevertheless, I need to wake up.

I try my hardest to bring myself to open my eyes, even just a small way, but it won't work.

I try to speak, but my words stop at my closed mouth, and I struggle to open it and let them out.

"I really don't want to have to do this." The voice sighs.

I feel two soft fingers press lightly against my forehead ( glabella, to be exact (; ) and suddenly I feel the heavy weight that was pulling me down and forcing my eyes closed lift off of me.

I shoot upright and open my eyes and mouth wide, feeling able to breathe much better as I assess the world I've woken up in.

I'm dressed in a white dress, something I'd never pick out myself, and my hair is flowing lose around me in golden waves.

My feet are bare and I blades of grass are sticking up between my toes, tickling them slightly as I move. I feel the same tickle in my hands as I lean on them behind me to keep myself upright.

The grass is velvet soft and a deeper, brighter shade of green than I'm used to. The grass at home is patchy and yellowing, and looks so unkept and unhealthy it's almost sad.

The world around me is so full of light that I struggle to see what's happening or where I am.

I see a vast expanse of grass in every direction, and some dark evergreen trees in the distance. A light breeze is moving through the leaves and the grass, making my hair and dress sway slightly.

"Arianna Karen Singer?" A figure moves into the light of the sun and I see jet black hair and piercing blue eyes and start to get scared.

My eyes widen in confusion and I slowly nod my head.

Have I been kidnapped? Surely Sam and Dean wouldn't let that happen. Maybe this is what that werewolf was warning dad about...

I see a bright smile coming from the figure and more questions start whirling around my head.

Who is this person? Are they here to help me? How can I know to trust them without my dad here?

"Miss Singer, I'm not here to hurt you. The opposite, actually. I'm here to keep you safe." The figure claims, the voice becoming softer as it witnesses my emotions.

"Safe?" I question. "Safe from what?"

The figure laughs. "That's complicated." A hand reaches out towards me and I panic a little, still scared it's there to hurt me. "Let me help you up."

I still struggle to see what the figure looks like in depth, which worries me, but I take the hand anyway. What harm can it do?

The figure grips me tight and raises me from the ground in one swift movement. I brush off my dress, getting to see it's true length. It ends just below my knees and it's very thin and flowing. I can't work out whether I'm comfortable in it or not. Dresses aren't usually my thing.

I take a breath before looking up at the person who's supposedly here to help. I've been avoiding look at them too thoroughly because I'm afraid I'll have to face some kind of monster. I need to mentally prepare for that. It's been a while since I've been faced with a monster.