I woke up refreshed and full of energy. I glanced at the time. 6:30.
"I have time," I said as I got out of my bed, not wanting to leave it, but had to make the sacrifice. I checked my hair and made sure it was dry. I brushed it, getting the knots out of it. I changed my regular training clothes to black tights, a white tank top, grey jacket, and white running shoes. I thought about what it would be like to meet them. I walked around my room and imagined it a couple times. Me saving them from my fathers demons when they caught them, or killing most of them before they could get their hands on them. There were many different scenes I walked through in my mind; trying to find the perfect way to meet them. In the middle of my daydreaming someone knocked on my door. I checked the time again it was 7:00.
"Ryan can you let me in?" he knocked again. I walked to the door and opened for him so he could come in. He was dressed in black clothing and basically wore the same outfit I was wearing but it didn't bother me. Well, just a little bit.
"What do you want?" I asked, waiting for an answer. He stood there silent. He moved his eyes and tilted his head left awkwardly. "Does your neck hurt? I have some tylenol in my nightstand if you want that," He shook his head in disapproval. "Do you need eye drops?" He shook his head and looked at me annoyed. "Well then what do you want? It doesn't help if you don't tell me?!" I yelled. My voice echoed off the walls.
"NOW!" someone stabbed him in the side of the chest. His throat glowed a bright orange, and made a loud static noise. He yelled in pain. His voice echoed through the halls. When he fell over dead, three men came behind the corner with angel blades. Jack was there but I didn't recognize the other two. They came toward me with chrome polished blades. They were known to kill angels and demons but I wasn't sure if they would kill me. I was still learning about weapons that could harm us and others. I backed away from the door and got ready for a fight.
"Who are you guys?" I asked. The blade I carried dropped from the sleeve of my jacket and slid into my hand. I was ready to kill.
"I believe you met Jack. I am Shawn Winchester this is my brother Derek Winchester," they were a little close for comfort.
"I suggest you leave," I was scared. I didn't know what I was, who these men are, and why they were here in my room. They came closer to me and I backed into my bed. with nowhere to go. They lunged at me with their weapons. I kicked the tall one in his face and swiped my feet under his legs. Causing what seemed to be a giant fall on his back. He groaned in pain. The short one came up behind me and placed me in a position where I couldn't free my arms and to where it was hard to breath. I leaned to my left and freed my arms from his grip, and hit him in the groin. I dropped the knife when he let me go and grabbed his body and used my upper body strength to pull him over my shoulder and flip him over me; slamming him on the floor. I ran past them and ran for the door, making my escape
"Jack now!" He was in my door frame in front of me. He placed his soft hand on my head; his power coursed through my body making everything go black.