WaywardWinchester

As soon as the men were out of sight, you holster your gun and turn to the homeless man on the ground. His clothes are tattered and dirty. He was handsome with a scruffy beard and kind eyes. He seemed harmless. Just like another guy down on his luck. Before you could speak, he looked up at you and said with a husky voice and pained smile, “thank you”. He said and he felt this wave of calm wash over you. “It was common decency. No one deserves to be treated like that. No need to thank me” “ I’m Y/N” you extended your hand to shake his. He hesitantly grips your hand and responds, “Castiel”. [...to be continued]

Yes indeed 🤗

[...Continued] Gun at the ready, you follow your ears to a grassy vacant lot adjacent to the jankey Motel. The lot was positioned on a cliff like elevation overviewing the entire town which sat in the basin of a large canyon. The view of the city is amazing, but you had no time to focus on that. Where did that sound coming from? What could produce such gut wrenchingly painful cry? You run to the lot quickly scanning your surroundings. You begin to carefully comb every inch as you make your way further and further into the thick grass. You eventually locate the source of the cry. There she was, beautiful woman in an tattered white gown laying seemingly lifeless. She is wounded, gravely. The bright blood contrasting vividly against her ethereal dress. Her eyes are fixed up on the sky without any acknowledgment of your presence. In a trauma induced stupor she’s mumbling something- over and over again. It wasn’t any language you were familiar with. In an attempt to break the trance she’s under, you desperately try to communicate with her. You don’t have much time, She is bleeding out too fast. You start rushing around her body trying to assess the wounds and how you should proceed. Your train of thought is quickly derailed when you feel a startling (and painful) grip upon on your wrist. The woman has grasped your arm and is squeezing tighter and tighter whilst pulling you in closer and closer. She snaps her eyes from the sky onto your’s. It felt as if she could see into your soul. Fixed upon her gaze, you are filled with a heavy terror as her irises melt away, leaving nothing but stark white color. A chill creeps into your bones and an unshakably ominous feeling sinks to the bottom of your gut. The woman takes a final raspy breath and says, “the end is coming for us all”. As the final words slip from her lips, a blinding and explosive light burst through her eyes and mouth causing you to stumble away shielding your own eyes from the blast. As quickly as it appeared, the light was gone. The woman’s body was turned to ash and the grass surrounding her was burnt to a crisp into a winglike pattern. As you stand in horror over the charred earth, You are brought to your knees by the return of the high pitch sound. This time is much louder than before and the earth is beginning to shake beneath you. Quickly jumping to your feet you take off running back to the car. Escape seemed to be the only option. A few paces in, you are stopped dead in your tracks. You turn and face the city and the sky that was once black is now streaked with color and light. The streaks of light sound like missiles ripping through the sky. Your hands clasp tightly over your ears, begging for the noise to stop. A few streaks of light explode into the canyon-side and other zip into the distance. Suddenly, the streaks of light disappear into a clouded haze. Leaving you stupefied and staring into the; once again, dark night sky.

It’s been a long day on the job looking into a potential case. Days earlier you were cross country when you spotted signs of omens and odd deaths in the area on the web. This peaked your interest and you decided to further investigate. Unfortunately, the trip seemed to be a bust. You found nothing remotely paranormal, just the normal kind of crazy. Completely exhausted, you pull up to the motel you’ve stationed at for the time being. This was a routine for you. Ever since you were a kid, you bounced around from town to town.. case to case. Youy didn’t have a “normal” childhood. You grew up in a world where you were more scared of bed bugs than boogiemen. Family traditions were passed along, and now you’re running cases as an adult. You hunt solo which is a bit of a rarity in your field. The buddy system does have it’s advantages when working a case. The first bonus that comes to mind is being able to rotate shifts as night guard. So you spend a few extra sleepless nights on solo hunts, but you’d take that any day over being responsible for someone else’s B.S. In an act of pure exhaustion, you dove into the rough sheets. Ready for a well deserved night of rest. No sooner than the blanket was pulled snuggly over your body, The windows began to rattle violently and a loud piercing screechs of varying frequencies began to fill your ears. The TV flipped on and began rapidly pacing through the channels until finally pausing on a screen of static— illuminating your once dark room and blaring white noice so loud that the speakers burst out. In your hunter’s instinct, you jump for your shoes and the closest weapon. While you fumble around with your gear, it goes silent again. No noise and the tv has returned to regular programming. On your toes and ready for anything, you peek through the thick poly blend curtains only to find a seemingly normal star filled night. Were you imagining it? You knew you were horribly sleep deprived, but it felt too real. Sitting on the edge of the bed you stare into the distance trying to make heads or tails of what just happened. Alas, you go with your gut. You know there’s no way you can sleep until you further investigate what the hell just happened. Either there really is a case in this town or you’ve completely gone off your rocker. At this point in your life, you are willing to accept that either is a plausible answer. You quickly start to gather all of your things into the car. There is zero chance of you getting any sleep in the death trap motel tonight. As you swing the final duffel bag into the backseat you hear it… a haunting whimper in the distance.

Also, what pronouns should I use: you, she/her, or I?