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I woke up in a dark and eerily silent forest. Suddenly, I heard a low guttural noise and bright, yellow eyes appeared behind the trees. Panic filled my stomach and worked it's way up my throat.
"Oh, God," I thought, "I'm going to puke."
The eyes seemed to glow brighter and come closer. I took off running. My breath came out in hard pants as my feet hit the muddy ground unsteadily. I moved my head left and right trying to see my surroundings when I heard a twig snap behind me. The panic and fear hit harder this time. I could hear heavy breathing. My body was telling me to turn around, but my brain was telling me to run far, far away. My body betrayed my mind and I turned around, eyes closed. I felt a sharp pain in my head and then total darkness consumed me. A scream pierced the air as I fell.
I flung my eyes open and sat up to the heavy beeping of my alarm clock. I heaved my arm over and shut it off. I was covered in sweat and breathing heavily from the nightmare. They have always felt all too real. It felt more like a vision. It isn't the first time I've had a dream like this. I had been having these dreams ever since my mother, Mary, had died. I never knew why, my father, John Winchester, wouldn't talk about it. We had just moved into this small, but cozy two-story house, needing a new change of scenery.
I reluctantly got out of bed and trudged to the bathroom next door, not wanting to go to school today. It’s the first day at this new school since we’ve just moved here. I'm hoping to go by unnoticed here. I was something bad back in my old town and I want to change my reputation here where nobody knows me or my mistakes. After a quick shower, I went downstairs to eat breakfast. My little brother darted out of his room and slid across the wood floor before almost falling into his bathroom.
I chuckled and rolled my eyes. He can never seem to wake up at the right time for anything. "Late waking up, Sammy?" I ask even though I already know the answer.
Sam mumbles something indecipherable.
I grabbed my favorite food out of the fridge: pie! I stuck my fork in the sweet pastry with heaven filling and noticed that it was past the time to go. It was 7:15 and classes start at 7:45.
"Come on, Sammy! We're going to be late!" I shouted.
Instead of Sam, I saw my dad walking down the stairs. He nods at me in acknowledgment, "I'm going to be out in the car. Come out when Sam is ready," John said in a low voice, void of any emotion. He had become detached ever since our mother died.
"I'm coming, Dean!" He shouted back. Seconds later I see my abnormally tall little brother come tumbling out of the bathroom.
I grabbed my school bag. “Grab your stuff and get a move on. Dad is already waiting out in the car." I informed Sam as he grabbed his supplies before we both shuffled out the door.
Here goes nothing, I sigh.
We both journeyed down the porch and onto the pavement where my dad's old '67 Chevy Impala was waiting with my dad in it. It's a beauty; I hope it's mine one day.
I hopped into the back seat and. I turned to look out the window and got caught in a daze thinking about the dream or nightmare or whatever I had last night. Whatever it was, it was downright creepy. I involuntarily shivered.
A loud beep interrupted my thoughts and made me jump. We had arrived at the school I'd be spending the rest of my high school career in. I hesitantly unbuckled my seatbelt and slowly got out of the car.
I noticed that Sammy was already out of the car and standing out on the sidewalk. Realizing that I actually needed to hurry, I quickly jumped out and tripped on the sidewalk, but managed time catch myself at the last second. I blushed at everyone who had noticed the catastrophe. Finally, I joined Sam on the sidewalk and we walked into the school office together and got our schedules.
I looked at my schedule and started walking, hoping to be able to find my locker.
‘Ugh, biology first period’. I noted at my first class. Biology isn’t my favorite class, and even then, I’d rather not have it first thing in the morning.
I wasn't looking where I was going until I ran into something soft and warm. I looked up, embarrassed, to see a boy about my age with raven black hair and the bluest eyes I've ever seen plus he’s donned a trench coat. What a weird sight. "Hiya I'm Castiel Novak," the slightly familiar, but still mysterious boy said, smiling.