Dead or Alive [Supernatural]

Boston 2:30pm

(Sorcha's pov.)

I wake up in my little apartment with cold sweat on my forehead. That's normal for me, I often wake up in the night with a sweated body, away kicked covers, but especially with a severe headache. Since I remember I have these nightmares, and they wouldn't let me sleep. My nightmares are really hard to explain they started as I was younger..My mom left us, when I was eight years. Then everything got worse, my nightmares as well. My father lost his job started to drink lot's of alcohol. And I was all on my own then. My dad died last week and since then these dreams got more worse than ever.. I get up and go to the kitchen to get a coffee myself. My head hurts so much that it's hard for me to stand up straight. Recently I have small parts of these awful dreams while I'm not asleep. That's why I have an appointment with an psychologist tomorrow. I never wanted to go to somebody like this. Such people penetrate into your subconscious! I do not bother me to put shoes on, that wouldn't in any case improve my 'outfit' , which consists of crumpled Sportswear. I look at the Calendar on my fridge "Oh it's the 23th April..again" Wow I really missed the day I turn 25. Not important, my life is only pain and sleep. In my dreams it's the pain of other people that I'm wearing. I remember the day.. it was my 15th birthday this man was in one of my dreams. He doesn't had a real 'face' I only could here his voice and he called himself an Angel of the Lord. He told me to take care of an other man in my dreams. "Dean Winchester" I didn't realized the fact that I pronounced his name out loud. I'm confused how bad my voice sounds, I look around and suddenly drove a stabbing pain trough my body! And I can feel how I fall to the ground and then the nightmare is starting.. a nightmare of myself hanging on a cross. I'm covered with blood and naked, I only wear a crown of thorns. There are voices in the background and horrific screams. I know this only to well, from other dreams of this guy.. Dean in hell. His pain there was dreadful. I see a man standing in front of me. "Who are you?!", I yell under pain. He smiles and thinks about that, what he is going to say. "I'm the King of Hell, darling. But you can call Me Crowley." Wait 'King of Hell', is he serious about that? Em..Crowley is an attractive man, and his deep voice makes my body vibrate. The King of Hell is older than me, maybe at the start of 40. But perhaps makes that even his face, that looks as if he would have experienced a lot. Before I can go on about the appearance of the beautiful King of Hell, he snaps his fingers..and the dream-while I'm not really asleep is over. But I'm not laying on the ground anymore, I lay in my bed.

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So that was the first chapter of my Fanfiction. The first one is kinda boring, but really important for the whole story. In the next chapter she'll meet Castiel. So..go on reading! ;)

In love (and sorry if there are any spelling mistakes)

Castiella..❤