I got home around 7 but I know by the time I put everything away and ate dinner, I'd be ready to pass out for the night. I hung my clothes in my closet, making sure they were in the right place and trudged my way to the kitchen. In my closet, everything has its place. I have a section for my flannels, my tank tops, my fancy wear, and the occasional dress. It's one of those things where you can't stop doing it even if you tried because it would just bother you like crazy until you fixed it. Or it's just me and I am already crazy, but either way I don't see anything wrong with organization. I grab a can of soup from my cupboard and debated whether I should make it on the stove or just put in the microwave. I opted into the lazy route as I dumped the soup in a bowl, covering it with a napkin and putting in the microwave and punching the buttons, starting it. After a few minutes, my chicken noodle soup was done and I pulled it out and grabbed my favorite seasoning and sprinkled some Slap Your Mama onto my soup and stirred it, watching the seasoning mingle its way evenly around in the liquid. I quickly down the soup, putting the bowl into the sink and then headed to my bathroom to clean up and get ready for bed. I land in my bed just before 8 with a full stomach and the feeling of contentment about the day. My eyelids were already drooping under tired weight and I didn't find any reason to fight it as I slipped into unconsciousness and into the imagination of my mind, not knowing I would wake up to something I only wished was imaginary.
The light of the rising sun had my eyes squinting open. When I did finally get myself to do so, I realized it wasn't the sun piercing my eyes. I looked out the window to see the sun, which was shining but was shifted away from me directly, so I followed the source of the mysterious light with my eyes and it landed on my closet. The cracks of my closet were showing amounts of light that seemed almost unnatural. The weirdest part though was the color. My closet light wasn't even on and yet there was this vibrant green glow coming from inside the tiny room. I frown, and unconsciously grab my gun from the holster I had in my nightstand drawer, slowly getting up to head towards the door. I had no clue what to expect when I open the door, for all I know its probably just a weird flashlight that turned on or something. I hesitantly grab the little balled handle and sigh away my coming nerves as I pull the door open quickly, raising my gun simultaneously. I got a glimpse of the big swirling green light source that seemed to be floating in the middle of the space just before it realized it was seen and disappeared as if it wasn't even there to begin with. I gasp, shocked at what I had just seen. I shake my head, thinking it had to have been a trick of my eyes and I was about to close my closet door before I heard a sound. I must've been too distracted with the light because I had never noticed the figure laying on the floor before hand. I step back as it moved, groaning a little as it got up and the figure came to shape as a man. I raise my gun again, keeping safe distance between the strange man who randomly appeared in my closet.
"Wh-what- who are you? What are.. are doing in my closet?!" I barely squeaked out, trying to keep the gun from falling out of my hands as they shook like crazy.
The man seemed to have just realized his surroundings as he looked around and heard my voice, following his eyes to the source which led to him looking at me. Other then the obvious reason of having a random man in my house, just the way he looked at me made me feel uneasy. Before he could open his mouth, I did what I thought was the smartest thing to do in this situation; I hit him with the bud of the gun knocking him unconscious and falling to the floor where he had gotten up. I put my gun on the nightstand as I grabbed some rope from the closet shelf, making sure I don't touch the body on the floor as I do so.
"Okay Alison, you can do this. You have been training for this moment your whole life.. well okay maybe not this.. but you know what to do. You got this."
I mutter to myself as I grab the man by the arms, hooking my arms under his armpits and dragging him to the bed, rolling him onto it and with struggle, I got him in a sitting position against the headstand. I take the rope and tie both hands to either side of him on the stand, trying to get it tight enough that he won't get out of it. As I look at my handy work, I groan. Oh god, if my friends saw me now... The one who wouldn't hook up with that cute waiter just know tied a stranger to her bed while he's unconscious. But this is different, because he is an intruder who was in my closet for I don't even know how long. Before I forgot I ran and got duck tape, ripping off a piece and putting it over his mouth, but making sure he could breath. I stand back, examining him and as I did so I got the weirdest feeling in my gut. The man looked familiar, as if I had seen him once or twice before but for the life of me I couldn't get my finger on it. He was fairly dirty, his flannel clothes was covered in something I could only assume was sweat. It was like he had come straight from working but he obviously hadn't because he was in my closet. Just to be safe, I checked him for weapons and he surprisingly had a few. He had two knifes in his boot, and a gun in the inside of his jacket and I set them on the shelf of my closet out of reach. As I turned around I heard the man start moving and groan, probably from the head injury I no doubt gave him. I quickly grabbed my gun again, keeping it close to me and away from him.
"Ya see, now you can't run off before telling me what I want to know. Now, who are you and why you were in my closet?!"
I tried my best to keep my voice even but still threatening, just like I learned in training. Never let the criminal see your fear, nor tune them into any other emotion that can give them an edge on you. The man looked at me for a long moment, and he was no doubt analyzing me and it made me nervous. Do I look scared? Do I look like I know what I'm doing? Can he tell I'm new at this? No. I can do this. I am a trained professional. I stand up straighter, looking him straight in his green eyes and setting my jaw, letting him know I want an answer. He started making noise but no words were coming out and I realized that he still had duck tape on his mouth. I went over to him and pulled the tape off, making him hiss in pain before speaking, moving his jaw up and down getting it relaxed.
"Look freckles, you seem like... a nice person. How bout we just call this a misunderstanding, which is what this is, you can let me go and we can move on with our own lives. What do ya say?"
The man seemed not even a little scared that he is tied up and in no control as he shoots me a smile that could easily win over any girls heart in this town. This only makes me more angry with his inability to cooperate and I lift my gun again.
"look pal, I have no intention of letting you go any time soon. Now tell me who you are and-!"
"-and why I was in your closet. Yeah I get it." The man sighs, shifting his shoulders a little before speaking again. "Would you believe me is I said I'm your maintenance guy and am here to fix your... lights?"
"No, my lights aren't even what need fixed."
"So... you need me to fix something else then...?" He said, raising his eyebrows humorously, as if this was all a joke. I rolled my eyes and readjusted my tall stance.
"No, I'm not falling for this bull crap, tell me who you are or I swear this will be the last apartment you ever crawl into ever again!"
The mysterious man in front of me pauses for a second, seeming to consider his options, and slumped his shoulders;or at least tried to, for he had his arms tied.
"My name is Dean Winchester and I came from an open portal from Kansas while chasing a witch."
As the man spoke, I felt my jaw fall open before I quickly shut it. It took me a second to form a complete sentence to respond with.
"you're lying..." Okay, it wasn't the biggest sentence but it was all I could come up with. The man was crazy! Not only was he pretending to be a fictional character, he was acting like what he was saying was actually true.