“Well, hello Beautiful. I think you’ve had a long enough nap.” A man’s soft voice spoke over the phone and into your ear; it is quite possibly the most magnificent voice you’ve heard in your life time.

“Who is this?” Speaking softly into the cell phone your voice still hoarse from whatever you coughed up earlier. Pressing against one of the sides of the box, you tried to lay your body back down flat from the twisted angle you got yourself into by panicking.

“Honey, I’m your lord and savior today.” You could almost see the smile on his face as he spoke.

“What is your name?”

“All in due time Sweetheart. Tell me, do you hear anything?”

“No I ca-” A swishing noise started to come into earshot as you spoke. “Yes. Yes! I can hear something what is it?”

“That would be my boys coming to get you. See you in a few moments Darling.”

The phone conversation ended as quickly as it began. Laying there looking at the phone, the brightness stinging your eyes as you tried to turn down the brightness as far as you could.  Finally you just turned it off completely and laid in the darkness. As the noises neared closer, you could make out the remnants of echoing voices above. It sounded like another man, but you couldn’t be positive. Cautiously pressing your ear against the wall of the small box, you tried to hear the sounds more clearly.

A loud and startling crash came from the other side of the wall, making you scrunched back as far away as possible. Quick, short swishes were made and a loud thud near your feet as another voice ordered away the other body. Taking a deep breath the box opened outwards dust and dirt falling against your face. Recoiling and spitting out the dirt that fell into your mouth, you covered your face quickly trying to keep the dirt off of you.

“Oh look at you, Sugar.” The same voice from the phone and it sounded even more beautiful in person. “Not bad for five years dead.” You patted away the dirt and covered your eyes to the bright lights shining down on you. “Boys, boys. Turn off the lights.” The lights faded away gently revealing the soft glow of distant stars in the night sky on the figures. You looked up to the figure closet to yourself. “Now those are awesome eyes, Love. Wanna trade?” Your eyes focused in on the man speaking, the very handsome man knelling in front of you speaking words that sounded like velvet flowing across his tongue.

He was light skinned with an even tan; he had a strong jaw with 5 o’clock shadow and dusty brown hair that looked windblown from driving down an open road. But his eyes captured your every move, a piercing blue that made an instant connection within your soul. His face was young but his eyes held so much knowledge, so much more than you have ever hoped to have learnt. “What’s the matter baby doll? Cat got your tongue?” Your lips pulled into an uncontrolled smile. “That’s more like it. Come on Pookie, you need to come with us.” He extended his hand to you. Without thinking twice you willingly grabbed his hand with your left hand and let his slender fingers wrap around yours. You looked down to your arm and saw no cast covering up what was supposed to be you compound fracture, in fact not even a scar from the incident was visible.

With a single fluid movement pulled you effortlessly out of the box from the ground and into his arms. You stood there hypnotized by this man in his arms, he had a sleeveless black shirt on and black leather pants with black boots. “Oh and my name is Impala. Just so you know.” He winked down to you with a quick air kiss. Starting to stutter your name to him he pressed a finger down on your lips. “Yes, I know who you are. I’ve known who you were since your death, which caused a lot of commotion Little Missy.”

“Impala! Stop flirting. We need to get this grave covered back up.” A gruff man’s voice boomed from above. You looked up at another man a little older than Impala with a shovel leaned on his shoulder. He had long rich brown hair that touched his shoulders and a clean shaven face with a large scar running over his left eyebrow and cheek.

You looked away from the man back down to your feet and saw a blonde wooden casket below. “This is mine?” Impala nodded and reached under your arms and picked you up and handed you to the other man.

“All of it will be explained once we get a move on, away from here.” Impala reached into the casket and picked up the phone you had left in there, slipping it into his pants. He slammed the casket’s lid down making sure it locked in place and looked back up to the other man. “Paint.” The other man tossed down paint can and a small book.  

Impala started drawing a funny circle on the casket but before you could see what he was going to do the other man started pulling you away. Stumbling over your feet awkwardly, you look down to what you were wearing. Dressed in a conservative pale yellow Sunday dress that went down to your mid-calf and strappy glittery two inch heels, you felt like you were being pinched in the back and heels by over tight clothing. You wriggled and struggled in the clothing, “Do me a favor?” You looked up to the man.

“Depends.”

“Unzip this dress before I rip it.” You turned your back to him and move your hair out of the way.

“Uh okay?” You could hear the uneasiness in his voice. One hand touched your left shoulder slightly and the other began to clumsily fumble with the clasp. You shooed his hand out of the way and undid the clasp from the top. Grabbing the zip he pulled his down to your shoulders.

“Lower.” The man shuffled his weight back and forth and took a deep breath grabbing the zipper again he unzipped it fully down your back. Taking the first unsuppressed breath since you become conscious, it felt wonderful like a relaxing wave. You bent down and undid the heels taking them off and holding them by the straps in one hand. Turning back to the man you gave an appreciative smile and a nod. He gave a half assed smile and began to led you to a rather other and beat up truck. The man placed a hand down on your shoulder as he turned you around forcing you to look at him dead in the eyes. “Stay here.” He patted your shoulder and went back to the grave where Impala was.

A bright flash of green licked up from the grave. “Oh shit.” You heard Impala shriek. You started moving back towards the grave and immediately the other man turned and gave you a death glare which halted you quickly. “My hair! My hair! My Hair!” Yells came out from the grave.

“Damn your hair. It’ll grow back out. Get out of there and let’s finish the job.” The other man knelt by the grave and offered a hand to the man. He pulled Impala out of the hole without a slight issue. “Go get a shovel.” The man ordered as he began shoveling mounds of dirt back into the hole feverously.

Patting his hair softly making sure it was fixed up right; Impala strutted over to you with a smile. “Still looking good?” You smiled and gave a shrug. “I’ll take it.” He walked past you and reached for a shovel in the back of the truck. “Oh by the way.” He pulled the shovel from the back of the truck, “That’s Sam.” And grabbed a white towel and tucking the end of it into the back side of his pants and walked back to Sam, who was shoveling dirt back in as quickly as he could. You stood there for a moment and looked at the two men, then to where you were. A cemetery, and an unfamiliar one at that. It was surrounded by many rows of trees and behind the tree line you could see a few cars driving by on the road. Why you would have been buried here of all places was beyond you. You never knew of this place, and your family never visited here, this place was surreal almost from a movie.  Then it dawned on you, what Impala said earlier about ‘boys’. You pivoted quickly on the balls of your feet back and forth trying to see anyone you missed previously. But you saw no one, maybe it had just been a fluke by Impala.

“[Name] get over here, we need something from you.” Sam yelled out, you walked over quickly to him. “Damn those eyes are weird.” He coiled back from the shock and quickly grabbed your hand lifting it up in the air palm towards the sky. “When I do this you need to say your entire name you were given at birth. Okay?” He reached into his back pocket. You nodded softly. “Now say it.”

“[Entire Full Name].”  And in that instant Sam brought up a small knife from his back pocket and stabbed your palm making a thick liquid start to ooze from your hand. You couldn’t feel a thing; you just watched the liquid roll out slowly.

“Good girl.”  You heard Impala’s voice behind you. You turned around quickly to see him with anticipation but all you saw was the white cloth then darkness.

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“Hey be nice to me.”

“Why should I ever do that?”

“Because I hauled your ass around for most of your life, so you owe me RESPECT.”

“I don’t owe you shit!”

Slowly your mind opened up to consciousness again. Your eyes hurt horribly, a soft throb behind them made them feel like they were about to pop out of your skull, so you kept your eyes shut as tight as possible.

“Oh! And by the way having sex inside of me with that demon was beyond disgusting.”

“Good. If you were still that hunk of metal I would do it again!” You felt a swish of air above your head and a sharp crack of possibly leather.

“Oh that’s how it’s going to be?! Bobby pull the car over now!”

“Not on your life. I want to get this job done and get out of this country; too much bad mojo floating around here for me.”

Taking a soft sigh of air your try to shift your body a little but you felt something holding you in place of either side of you. Squinting gently to your right you saw a pair of legs in black leather. You closed your eyes slowly; taking another soft breath then did the same to your left. Legs again, but these were in a faded denim, you couldn’t recognize them like the other. Turning your gaze slowly upwards to see the face it was a young man, a few years younger than Impala. His face looked similar to Sam’s but prettier than Sam. He had pale tan skin, a strong jaw with light stubble, a short dusty blonde fohawk and soft green eyes. He wore a long black trench coat, with a black t-shirt underneath.

As you stared at the pretty man that seemed to be intensely watching Impala, you blinked softly when you opened your eyes back up his calm and preoccupied facial expression had turned into a struck with fear and anxiety. “Son of a bitch! It can see me!” and within the next blink the man disappeared into thin air.

Slowly you began to fall to your left without the other man propping you up. “Oh no you don’t.” Soft, strong hands slowly picked your tired body up before face planting into the seat. “Come here Doll.” Impala laid your head on his chest and wrapped his arm around you stroking your hair lightly.

“Where am I?” Your voice more hoarse than it was at the graveyard.

Impala reached between his legs into a bag and pulled out a water bottle. He placed the bottle a couple inches from your face and bopped your nose lightly with it. “Drink up.” You grabbed the bottle from his hand and quickly unscrewed the top, almost downing the entire bottle before you finally took a large breath and coughing hard into your hand. Impala patted your back slightly and rubbed circles making sure you were breathing well. “That’s a good little Munchkin. We are on the A12 headed to Kingston? Is that correct Bobby?”

“Yeah, we should be in London in an hour.”

“Oh okay.” You opened your eyes slowly and looked at the water bottle then it hit you suddenly. “Wait what?!” Your head shot up and looked at the two figures in the front seats of the truck. “London? Like LONDON London? With the Queen and afternoon tea?!”

“Yup, the one and only.” Sam turned around in the passenger’s seat on the left and looked to you recoiling slightly when he met your eyes. Keeping one eye on you as he turned back around in the seat he shivered lightly and mumbled something just out of earshot as he looked back out the side window.

“Why are we in the UK? How did I get here? I was just in Texas a few moments ago.” You spoke flustered and took another swig of the water finishing off the bottle. Sam turned to Bobby with a surprised/confused look painted across his face. Bobby shrugged his shoulders and kept his eyes on the road.

Sam turned back around in the seat looking to Impala first then to you. “[Name]. Your name is [Name] right?” You nodded slightly. “What year do you think it is?”

“2012, its December 7th, or maybe it the 10th now.” You trailed of trying to pin point the date.

“[Name], I’m sorry but no. No it isn’t. It’s 2017. You’ve been dead for 5 years; you died on December 7th 2012 from exsanguination. You died on the way to the hospital; they couldn’t stop the bleeding in your arm so you bleed out and were pronounced dead at the hospital.”

You down looked at your arm and rubbed your hand across where the bone was jutting out of your skin. It was completely smooth, no scars, or bumps from a healed bone. “5 years in a coffin.” You said softly.

“Yeah, that’s the part we don’t understand.” You looked back up to Sam again, who was looking at Impala.

You turned your gaze to Impala, “You don’t understand how I was dead for 5 years then woke up in a coffin suddenly? Nobody wo-”

“No, not how you woke up in the coffin.” Impala looked down to you. “How you got in there in the first place. You were cremated by your parents in Texas. And now five years later on an unmarked grave site in The Middle of Nowhere, Norway, you show up ‘alive’. Plus you never had a funeral; your body was never on display, so why you were dressed like this is beyond us. ”

“Hold on.” You thought for a moment, “I how do you know all of this about me? I’ve never even met you all. The ONLY reason I am not kicking and screaming is because you all pulled me from the ground, and I think I owe you something in return.”

“Trust us missy. You don’t owe us a thing.” Bobby said looking back in the rearview mirror.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Impala give Bobby a death glare. The moment you twisted to see Impala head on his face changed into a light smile. “I think we should explain why we were there in the first place; it’ll just make this easier.” You gave Impala a strange look. “We’re . . . entrepreneurs . . . of sorts, and we had a major offer come up about 2 months ago to look for your grave which was strange to begin with when we first looked you up, but it got a LOT stranger as we dug further into you.”

“Strange?”

“Oh yeah. On December 21, 2012, exactly 2 weeks after your death to the second, some bizarre things began to happen. The first thing to happen was the disappearance of Kerrville, Texas; Bandera, Texas; San Antonio, Texas; all of the towns from Kerrville to Corpus Cristi disappeared in the blink of an eye. I’m talking every single trace of the cities, and every single person that had visited the area within that time all gone within a flash.”

“Where did they go?”

Impala shrugged, “Nobody knows. The cities still aren’t there, even now after five years. Nobody dares to try and live anywhere near the area. Almost half of Austin, Texas is deserted simply out of suspicion that it might happen again.”

“And this would be my fault? I caused cities to disappear?”

“No, not all your fault and not just cites.” Sam chimed in. Both of you looked to Sam. “All over the world, every year at the exact same time, something similar begins to happen. It took a little while to figure this part out but on the 3rd anniversary of 12/21 in 2015, those who viewed your online pages during the two weeks before 12/21/12 died all over the world in a matter of moments.”

“Wait how do you know they died? They could have just disappeared like the others.”

“No [Name]. They’re dead. Every single one of them died of a massive brain aneurism and from what we got from witnesses of the deaths, they said-” Sam reached into a folder and picked out a small note pad and flipped to a page. “’They screamed in horror at me and fell over dead on the table. When I went to see what was wrong their eyes had liquefied on to the table. It was the most horrific thing I had ever seen.’ We looked at some of the autopsy photos of the dead and it like something had burnt out their eyes.” Sam locked eyes with Impala. “When we saw them we knew in that very instant what caused that phenomenon.”

The two were silent a moment. “What? What caused it?” You blurted out.

“It was the creation of an angel, a very specific angel.”

“Angels don’t exist.” You quickly spoke with a flat tone.

“Don’t say that too loud, you’ll hurt his feelings.” Sam smiled and pointed behind you.

You turned around and looked out the small back window of the truck. It was the man that had been sitting next to you; he was facing the tail gate just staring into oblivion. You knocked on the glass, “Hey!” The man flinched slightly and turned to face you. When he looked at you his face turned to panic again and disappeared in an instant.

“He’s not the sociable type any more. Don’t worry. You freak us all out but he’s just more jumpy nowadays.” Sam said slapping your knee and turning back around.

“So long story short, clue after clue led us to where you were. The biggest clue we found was a mass murder in Norway last year, everyone within a 3 mile radius had their eyes literally carved out of their skulls all died of blood loss a few minutes later, exact same time of your death. So we thought it would be a good idea to check out the epicenter on December 21st maybe we’d get lucky. And sure enough there you were. Bright eyed and gorgeous.” Impala’s mouth pulled into a joyful smile like a proud father. He wrapped his arm back around you and rubbed your shoulder lightly.

“So what happens now?”

“Now?” Impala shrugged. “Now we complete our job and leave this country before things start getting weird around us, Hunny.”

“Like finding a girl alive in a coffin wasn’t weird?”

Sam busted out laughing in the passenger seat slumping against the door trying calm himself down. “What he means is you may be something different but trust us you are not the kind of weird we’re talking about, Sweetie Pie.” Impala chuckled and looked out the window.

“Hey guys,” Sam turned to face the three in the truck. “Wasn’t it snowing pretty hard a few minutes ago?”

Impala looked around the truck windows, “Huh, I guess you’re right.” Impala pulled a phone out of his pocket and started messing with it.

“I was wondering when you all would see something was wrong.” A deep voice boomed from your left sending you jumping into Impala, it was the man from earlier again. He looked slowly down to you taking a deep breath before making eye contact with you. “Ever since she awoke the snow has been lifted.” He looked out the window next to Impala. “Almost . . . disappeared.” His eyes sunk down to you with a cold and bitter tone that sent shivers down your spine. “I know what you are doing.” He sunk down to eye level with you and stared deep into your soul. “But how and why even I do not know.”

His hand neared your face with two fingers extended. “Oh no you don’t Mister!” Impala’s hand smacked down hard on the man’s hand. The other man just stared down at it. “Our client won’t want another unconscious item.”

And in a soft whisper on your ear you heard a smooth voice caress words to you softly, “Damn it Winchester behave . . .”

“Winchester?” You echoed.

Everyone in the car turned their heads to face you even Bobby. “How did she know that?” Sam almost blurted out completely stunned.

As soon as Sam spoke the man to your left flew up his hand for silence. “You heard that?”

Your eyes darting back and forth in the car, “Heard what?”

“The voice. It would have been very hushed and almost muddled, like a whisper.” You nodded your head. The man’s face unchanged as he retracted his body from your proximity. “This one is rather special. I don’t know how but she can hear Castiel, plain as day. Just like me.” Sam’s face twisted into confusion and a touch of fear, you could only imagine Impala’s doing the exact same.

“I’m sorry who?” you said trying to get clarification.

The man looked to Sam for a brief moment and looked back to you. “My name is Winchester, and that voice you heard was God's.”