Saving Grace: A Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: To the Extremes

Mama and I sat down in front of the television, it's brightly lit screen illuminating the worn cover of a TV series box set that lay discarded on the floor. Mama sat back on the sofa, a small, serene smile gracing her face as she opened her bottle of cold vanilla coffee, and took a sip. Her eyes wrinkled at the sides as she looked towards me, grinning youthfully. She passed me a mug of my own preference - irish cream coffee - and I snuggled into the sofas, drawing the blanket closer to me.

Mama was very young. I had just turned twenty one and she was edging closer to thirty seven: there was only a sixteen year age gap between us and we shared a closer relationship than a mother and a daughter would have normally had. She was my mother, my friend and my sister all in one, and I loved her so much. I had been five years old when mama had adopted me, and she had raised me for fifteen years with so much love and care, through thick, thin and everything in between, all by herself. She'd always told me it was the best decision of her life, and never once did she make me feel that I wasn't hers.

So here we sat in the living room of our house, carrying on the same tradition that we had started when I was thirteen: the friday night series night, where we'd watch all the best of the 2000s again and again and again. Tonight, it was Supernatural, the TV show mama had practically raised me on, and the familiar thrill of sinking back into its beautifully constructed fantasy world had me smiling absently too. Yes, we were alike in our love for this series - no matter how far fetched it got or how frustratingly tangled, it was the soft spot in our hearts.

So, I settled down and watched as the young Jensen Ackles and Jared Padelecki worked their magic through the next few episodes, enjoying the momentary bliss it gifted me with.

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Somewhere along the fourth episode, it seemed, I had dozed off, and so had mama. When I next woke, the TV was gently flashing a scene I did not recognise, and the house was stiflingly warm. I untangled myself from the blankets, the light sheen of sweat on my skin quickly drying as I stood, and I walked towards the kitchen.

The temperature difference was startling.

The kitchen was ice-cold; frost had crept up the sills and panes, and outside, the grass looked weedy and white. The floor beneath my feet was freezing and a chilling draft reached my toes, making me pause. A sense of alarm filled me. The house was far too hot just moments ago, and now it was freezing cold?

Immediately, I retreated to the living room.

Heat hit me like a wall again, thick and humid. The wooden floor seemed uncomfortably warm though no heating system was switched on. Outside, the sky was clear and the oak tree in our front yard swayed gently in the nights breeze, rustling over the cropped grass.

My heart thudded a little quicker in my chest, a little panic infiltrating my veins. I looked towards mama, who was lying on the sofa, breathing slowly, deeply. She seemed completely unaware and unaffected by it all.

Okay, I thought to myself. Be Calm. Quietly, I padded to the kitchen door, standing in the doorway with a facade of calm plastered onto my face. It soon disintegrated though, as confusion, incredulity and fear took over. On one side, I was scorched by heat, and on the other, numbed by cold. I frowned panickedly, directing my glare to the wooden divider frame that stood innocently above my head. I was about to move away when I saw something shift in the air, like a little ripple of shadows.

Suddenly, I was rooted to the spot. Physically, I was unable to move my limbs or my body. My throat had closed up. My eyes were peeled open so wide I could not shut them. My tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth. The air started to prickle around my, at first, a slow buzz, but is soon grew into a high, uncomfortable whine of fuzziness.

Slowly, from the centre of the frame, a sharp white light emerged, glinting like a blade on a full moon's night. Time slowed nauseatingly. I stared horrified as the light approached me. I couldn't move, couldn't scream. I could only stare at it as it came towards me, glinting brightly.

Almost lifelike, it seemed to brush me once and I could feel the poles of pulsating heat scorching my skin. Gently, it retreated back and I felt my heart slow a bit. Somehow, I had a bad feeling about this, a strange sinking inside -

The light darted forward with a fury, sluicing me and enveloping me. My ears were filled with a noise so terrible I would have screamed had I been able to. The last thing I saw was the air shifting and ripping and whirling on all sides.

Then came the pain, and I could not do anything but let go.

Darkness soon reached me and I embraced it with open arms.

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Author's Note:

So, I'm aware that this turned out a little crappy, but hey, I suppose the grammar is still intact (I hope so, anyways.) This is my first story on this account and the first fan-fiction that I've attempted, so I'm hoping for something good to come out of it.

So, if you like it, please vote or drop a comment. Or if you just want to fangirl - I'll be there!

So, until next time, should you choose to continue reading this...

WhiteWinged