My Story of the Supernatural and the Natural

Chapter 6

I hopped in their 1967 black Chevy Impala.

“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole,” Dean said.

We went to a supermarket to get the supplies that we needed. Knifes, guns, notebooks, pie. Specifically, apple pie. Dean loved apple pie. After we got all of the necessities, we went to this abandoned warehouse. When we entered the room, there was a man standing in the middle. all of a sudden, these HUGE black angel wings arose from his arms.

“I am Castiel, Angel of the Lord.”

“Who are you?” Dean said.

“I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.” he said in a dark, demonic voice.

“What the heck does that mean? Nevermind,” Dean said.

He was around 5’ 11’’, had dark brown or black hair, a 5 o’clock shadow, a trenchcoat, blue tie, white shirt, black vest-like jacket, and black dress pants. What? I was a junior reporter for my old high school, Mackbury High in L.A.! I can’t help it. I couldn’t help but stare. I was in awe.

“Why are you staring at him? He’s not that strange. We encounter worse every day!” Sam said.