Fallen Angel||NH||AU||A Supernatural Inspiration.

One

His hair was a light color, not exactly fully blonde. He was so beautiful— I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I always saw him, but I didn't know who he was nor his name. For some reason, I always saw him get shot, and his blood would stain his white shirt, the red spreading across his chest as if he spilled a glass of wine on himself. He would bring up a hand to his chest and it came away bloodied, his eyes showing fright. When his knees gave in he looked like an angel— a fallen angel— graceful, scared for his life that he would lose in a matter of seconds. He reached a hand out for me, his lips silently formed the words "help me". But I couldn't move. As much as I wanted to help him, my feet wouldn't move toward him. Suddenly, the ground beneath me would open up and I would fall into the darkness, grasping at empty air.

I woke up in a cold sweat, my blonde hair sticking to my forehead. I had the dream again. I've been having this dream for a while now. I didn't even remember when it started.

Just like every morning I pushed the dream out of my mind and went to splash cold water on my face. I leaned against the sink and took a deep breath. Today will be another hot summer day at work. I checked my phone and got a glimpse of the time. It was already seven thirty, which meant I was an hour late! I quickly washed up, pulled on my clothes and left the house. I didn't have time for breakfast. There was no way I was going to be even more late.

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"Robin, you're late," Jason, the manager of the pizza parlor, said when I came in.

"I know," I replied. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright this time. Just hurry and take the customers. I shouldn't be working for you." Jason was a very nice guy. But if you didn't come on time he got a bit edgy.

I went to put on my apron and went to the service area to take orders.

"Morning, Robin," Kayla, one of my co-workers, said to me when I stepped up to the register.

"Hey," I said.

"You had the dream again, didn't you?" Kayla was one of the two who knew about the dreams.

"Yeah," I confessed. "They're so annoying, especially when I don't understand what they mean."

"Maybe they don't mean anything," she suggested. "That happens sometimes. It might end soon."

Just then, the doorbell rang, letting us know we have a costumer. The guy was about 5'7", had blond hair and a pale complexion. He had tattoos covering both arms and beautiful green eyes. He looked tough. And for some reason he looked very familiar to me. It was like I knew him from somewhere, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.

He went to sit at an empty table. Kayla went to take his order.

"Hi, welcome to Tony's," I heard Kayla say. "How can I help you?" She began to write down his order on a notepad and said,"Alright, so that's a cheese burger deluxe with a side of fries, one slice of pepperoni pizza, and one lemon iced tea, right?" After a small pause, Kayla said, "Okay if you can only give me a few minutes." I loved the way she talked to costumers so smoothly. I couldn't even make my fake smiles seem not strained.

But the guy didn't smile back. Not once. He just kept a straight face Kayla went to give the order to the kitchen.

Kayla asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I questioned.

"I don't know. You looked confused since he came in. Do you know him?"