Hunted

Angel of the Lord

So, here I am, a junior in college at Vet school. My name is Aiyana but my friends call me AJ because my middle name is Joanna. I know what you're thinking, "What the hell kind of name is that?" it means eternal blossom and its Native American. My parents were super obsessed with spiritual stuff when they had me.

Anyway, this is the story of the time my life changed forever, literally. Here we go:

I had just gotten home from school. I had a huge test and I was super worried that I failed. I was about to leave for the gym, but first I had to take a much needed nap. I laid down on my pillow-top queen sized mattress, surrounded by boxes because I just moved out of the dorms and into a new house, it was a two bedroom house and it had a huge backyard for my dogs Luna and Raige.

As soon as my head hit the mattress I fell asleep. I had the weirdest dream. I was in a meadow and there was nobody there but me and a beautiful horse. I imagined that I was probably supposed to ride the horse. So I hopped on and rode bear-back.

We came across a stream and there was a man sitting by the water. He was wearing a trench coat over a suit and tie. He had dark hair and bright baby blue eyes that were twice the size of normal eyes.

He turned and looked at me with a concerned face. His eyes were sorrowful and they gave off an emotion of worry.

He said, "Aiyana?"

"That's me. Who are you?"

"I am an angel of the Lord," he replied, "You are in danger, and you will need to come with me. However, not right now, this is a dream world. You wi-"

I stopped him there with a confused look on my face, "Wait what?!" I said, " What do you mean I have to leave? I can't leave, I just moved in here!"

"I am aware of that but his is important. I will..."

That's when I heard a piercing noise. I woke up and looked at my phone. It was just the alarm. I looked at the time, it was only 5:30 p.m. which meant I had slept for about 45 minutes. I got up and put on a tank top and yoga pants for the gym.

I got to the gym and there were only a few other people there. I started stretching and put in my earbuds. I turned on Pandora and it started playing some sucky pop music. I thought to myself Crap! I have to listen to this again.

I dealt with it and started jogging like I usually do. I run about 2 miles every other day and on the days that I don't run I lift weights. Today I decided to do both.

After the first five songs a song that I actually liked came on, it was Michael Jackson's "Bad" I sang along in my head as I bench pressed the bar by itself, adding weights every now and then.

I left the gym and started to get in my car to go home. It was a light blue 1962 VW bug that had rust in a few areas. Most people make fun of it but I wouldn't want any other car.

When I got home I went to the bathroom and turned the hot water on in the shower. I walked out and started going through boxes to find clothes to put on when I got out. I grabbed a real bra because I was only wearing a sports bra, underwear, some sweat pants, and an oversized t-shirt that said "Peace out homies!" in big letters on the front.
I got in the shower, adjusting the temperature of the water. Because of my curly hair I only use shampoo twice a week so I went straight for the conditioner. I put a lot more than a quarter sized amount in my hands and started smoothing it over my hair. After I rinsed it out I washed my face and got out.

I started getting dressed and I had only gotten to put on the sweat pants and bra when that guy from my dream popped up out of no where. I started freaking out and I grabbed my phone and started to dial 911. Suddenly the phone flew out of my hand and he looked at me.

"Quickly, you need to leave right now," he said in a gruff voice.

I replied, "Can I at least finish getting dressed?"

"I'm sorry but there isn't time," he said. I could see him reaching for my forehead with two fingers but I backed away.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled at him.

"There is no time to explain but I am Castiel, an angel of the Lord," he reached for my head again but I didn't move fast enough. As soon as he touched me we were in a motel room and there were two other men there.

I felt redness come over my cheeks as I tried to cover up with the blanket on one of the beds next to me.

The man with long hair looked at the angel and asked him why I wasn't wearing a shirt. The one with short hair just kind of smirked and winked.

"She had just finished a shower but there wasn't enough time for her to finish getting dressed," replied Castiel.

"Get her a shirt Cas!" said the same man.

Castiel disappeared after giving the man a disgusted look. I could tell he was angry with them, probably because "there wasn't enough time."

He showed back up and he had the shirt that I had planned to wear when I got out of the shower.

He said, "Here. Sam, Dean, I need to speak with you," they left the room and went outside. I wanted to know what they were talking about, but the first thing I did was put the shirt on.