God Heard Me{and he was Pissed} A SPN Fan Fic

[Callisto Monmair]

CHAPTER 1: WTF?! I'm not in Maryland anymore

I murmured in my sleep as I saw the giant goat in front of me. The dream was intense. I had already killed the mutant starfishes and trapped the fire breathing monkeys and now my last task stood like a monster in front of me. "ON guard!!!" I screamed, poking it with my stick. It stomped its hooves and was about to squash me into the ground...."ding ding ding"

What the hell i mumbled as the annoying thing continued going off. I must have plug in my alarm accidentally and being its possessed self, programed and set a time too early for the average human being. But her hand reached out blindly as I hit...something. "owwww" One eyelid popped open to see...light?! "Dammit, did I sleep on my couch again?" I mumbled, wiping my eyes to try and awaken from the deep and annoying slumber, but with eyes open, it wasn't getting better. "Holy shit" I muttered, if anything, as I realized i wasn't on my couch in Maryland, but some motel room with a desperate cry of TLC.

"This situation is anything, but shit. The first part however is right" said a very mysterious voice in the room. Oh the possibilities that came into my mind as I fell off the bed and scrambled to find a weapon. Rapist, kidnapped, sex trade, Norman bates.....everything BUT what was really there. I slowly turned, flipping my brown curly hair so I could get a look at the assault, but instead of a 42 year old with tattoos, there in a weird glow stood.... "Misha COllins?!?!" I practically screamed as my jaw dropped. The...amazing copy looked like a very confused
puppy as it said "Who?"

God this guy was good, he acted like he had no idea, slick bastard. With every once of waking courage I mustered I stood on my feet, trying to ignore the flamboyant red plaid pj pants and the aerosmith t shirt from 19-something. "So, Mister Collins Wanna Be Rapist....What do you want?" I asked, wishing that i had a baseball bat so I could, knock him out and take some photos that would be leaked on the web.

He bowed his head, watching me intently with amazing blue eyes. "I am known as Castiel..." he started to the fake deep riden voice. "Yeah, no shit Sherlock" I said with the utmost respect as i leaned my weight on the bed, starring at him to see if he was forreal. Then something happen...it was as if it popped from TV screen. The light in the room dimmed as the clouds blocked the sun outside and a low rumble came from inside the room as a massive shadow that looked to me....a pair of black angelic wings. Fear crawled up my spine as my eyes landed on him, his eyes still watching me....following me. As soon as it began it ended.

The room turned back into the cherry itself and there he was.....whatever it was, standing. Its really him and I've landed in some freak universe...or I'm dreaming either way, this is freaky. Without shaking, I managed to walk over to him, breathing unsteadily. I reached out hoping to pass through him, like a ghost or something, but as i poked him...Yep, definitely solid. "May I ask what are you doing?" he asked, in the stupid tone of is. "Um..." I tired to say without possibly having a heart attack. "Nothing. May I ask what do you want?" was all i could think to say.

I mean what do you say when a Hot Angel from a Hit show appears in a isolated motel room that you magically appeared in. He straightened himself and with arms behind his back, he looked out the window and in a sullen tone, "I'm here to give you a mission. From God" I started to laugh, like burst out laughing. I held my stomach as it rumbled with laughter. "I'm not joking. This is a rather serious matter" he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. It instantly warmed at his touch, it made me flinch back as my laughed died out. "Really? and what is this "mission" about, Castiel?" man that's fun to say.

He stuck his hands in his trench coat pockets and with a step toward me, i felt the air in my chest leave. "He wants you to go back....and secure the Winchesters from further disaster." I stood my mouth dropped and with left to say. "SAm and DEAN!?"

[Gia Alpert]

OMG, Callie! I wish I woke up and Castiel was magically there! lol And now you get to go meet Sam and Dean, no fair! I love me some Cas and Sammy! lol Interesting first chapter, can't wait for more.

[Callisto Monmair]

CHAPTER 1: -_- Lies, Goodbyes, and Some Serious Fighting

He rolled his eyes, showing some emotion that he cared what i was saying. "Yes, that would be who I am refering to" I cleared my throat as sucked everything in. It all felt real, from the hot sun shining in to the cold haze that was around Castiel's body. Nothing seemed fake, how could a dream feel so...Lucid? He reached out with his hands to mine. "Take my hand" he said, motioning. I looked down and closed my eyes as I reached out. My fingers barely touched his, when he closed his fingers.

A sharp spark erupted from his hand and crawled up my arm as I tried to force my eyes open, but something was keeping them closed. My mouth opened, but my throat felt like i was being strangled. Everything was swirling, my brain couldn't even think....I felt like this was what death felt like, but soon the feeling flew off my chest as a piercing chill hit my skin and i fell to the ground. "Ow" i mumbled, trying to shake off the pain as i stood up. Terrifed to see where i was, to understand what was happening.....I knew i had to open my eyes. SO I took a unnerving breath and did just that.

"no....." I mumbled as my dark blue eyes, scrolled over the landscape. The sun was coming soon and the sky was ablaze with light shades of pink, but in the almost rotten landscape....a crushed car sat in the middle. "no, no, no" was all i could think and all i could say as I felt my feet running towards the car. Everything was so silent, dead silent. The little black car was coming closer and closer into view, but a few feet away, I felt myself slowly come to a stop. Black Classic car--1966 Cheavy Impala. The metal frame was destoryed into nothing, but knowing what i knew....three people were still inside. My fingers graced along the rough twisted matieral, but before i could do anything, a hand shot through the broken window and grabbed my wrist.

I gasped as I jumped back, my hand jerking from their grasp. A person gurgled in the front seat as I leaned closer to veiw their face. its Sam.... Only one of eyes was looking at me as his other eyelid was too swollen to look at anything. "help them" he tired to say, looking intently at me as streams of blood dried on his face. I reached up to touch his cheek, trying to fine reason in this, but he simply flinched. "I'll help you....don't worry" I said in a soothing voice as i stood back trying to think of what to do. I bit my thumbs fingernail as i wished i had a cellphone right now......Jesus, im screwed, I don't know what to do. Then as if God looked down at me, which he probably was.... Miss Misery by Nazerth started to play from my pj's pocket.

"Oh" I mumbled, fumbling to take it. Pulling ou of my pocket was a.... silver sidekick? People in heaven got nice taste. I pressed the tiny green phone button and held the phone to my ear. "Hello?" I asked, trying to keep the confusion from my voice. A calm and centered female voice, answered back, "Mrs, we recieved a unanswered call from you 3 mintues ago. Was it a emergency?" I bit my lip and leaned agianst the car with my back to it. "Yes, my um....family was in a car accident.....their hurt, even dead, maybe, please hurry." I closed the phone, knowing i knew nothing else, and i was no help what-so-ever. I took a deep breath and turned back to the car and realized the Driver's door was gone...DUH! I mumbled hitting my forhead, remembering the Truck Driver's possessed self tore the door off when it tried to piss Sam off.

"Here" I whispered to him, as i tired to take the handle of the colt that was held by Sam protectivly. "NO" he yelled, in a scratchy voice as his grip tightened, the barrel of the fun facing me. "Don't worry, Sam. I'll put it somewhere safe, so no one else will see it and take it" I whispered to him, as i tried to pull it more. I looked to him, wanting to know what he was feeling, but i think he was a little out of it...for now. His grip loosened as he let me take it. The gun fell into my hand with a heavy weight. It was amazing, i was holding the key that would kill the Yellow Eye Demon, but not until the end of this season. It was so old fashioned...it was beauitful and just to feel the pentagram chisealed into the handle.

Before i could get to caught up in all this mess, I heard sierns in the distance. I jumped from my postion and went to the trunk. IT wasn't in the best postion, but it was the only place the Colt could be hidden in safety. The trunk was pretty much dented and almost torn in two, but i lifted the lid and placed it hidden amongst the guns that were mostly crushed. As I closed the lid, the first police car showed up and a officer quickly got out and walked to me. "Miss, are you ok?" he asked in a gravel voice as i looked up to see him, distracted by his male porno black mustache. "No....help them." was all i could say as the officer turned from me and yelled back to his car. "We'll need to air lift, most of these guys-" I put my hand to my head as it started to swirl. This is way to much i thought, trying to wake up. "-Whats your name?" i heard him ask. "Jane--" I said thinking, quick and fast. "Jane Doe"