Adventure, Acceptance, And Joy...

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Spiraling(Prologue)(A D.W Romance Fanfic)

Summary: Natalia Rosegringer is a struggling college student who works in hometown bookstore. She is a good Christian girl that focuses on her studies and never misses church. She has a secret though. Her family are witches who come from an ancient bloodline of Royal Witches. Because of this bloodline, she is given special abilities that were long ago helpful to the world before people became scared of witches and the witch trials. Natalia's particular special ability is that she has dreams that foretell the future and she can heal anyone with a touch of her hand or a feel of her singing voice. She doesn't know about all this though and wonders why she is having dreams about a handsome man with pitch black eyes, in an old house every night...

Featuring: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Jo Harvelle, Baby The Impala, Ellen Harvelle, Rowena Macleod, Castiel, Jack Kline and TBC...

Prologue:

Sometimes, sitting on your computer and writing out your problems is all you can do. Sometimes, it's just better to ruin things and get your anger out and done with too... - Natalia Rosegringer

It's almost 12 am and I'm still working on applying for scholarships to apply for school. I literally had no money and no way to pay for the college that I wanted to go to. Also, not to mention that I did not have great grades either and failed a few of my previous classes either. Life was hard sometimes and sometimes I didn't want to live it, but then sometimes life could be really sweet and make me feel like I was winning. It was a love-hate relationship and I just didn't know when to end it... or maybe I just didn't want to.

I looked up from my computer screen and looked at the sign that my aunt gave me for my birthday about two years ago(I think...). The words were written in different fonts. It basically said "When Life gets too hard to stand, kneel." Well I'll be honest with you. Sometimes it felt like God was not hearing my prayers or either he did, but maybe I had to learn something.

I looked back at my computer screen and sighed epically. I was done and I was ready to go to sleep. I turned my computer off and closed the lid. Then I got up and and walked to where my phone was. There were two messages. One from Grant and the other was from my friend, Sam. I pressed on the one from Sam.

Sam: Are you still up? Wanna go out and do something crazy?"

I smiled at the messaged. Sam was always asking if I wanted to do something crazy, like my life wasn't crazy enough. I guess there was just not enough craziness in his life, so he had to jump into mine. I looked at the little, brown analog clock that sat on my little cabinet. The little hand pointed between the intricately scribbled twelve and one, while the large hand pointed just a few centimeters away from the five, indicating that it was now 12:10 am. I didn't have anything to do tomorrow besides church, but I'd hate to sleep in and miss though. It was Easter Sunday tomorrow and that would mean that there would be great messages in store.

After a moment or two of thinking, I typed out my reply.

Natalia: Sorry, can't do something crazy tonight. I have church tomorrow.

Sam immediately replied back.

Sam: Sad... :(

I decided to leave him on read and put my phone on the charger and set it on my little cabinet by the little, brown analog clock. I really needed to get some rest for tomorrow.

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There were trees everywhere. Each was very creepy looking and looked like old, boney hands that were going to reach out and grab me. There was a mud covered path that I noticed I was walking on, leading to somewhere I did not know. I looked around and saw a blood filled sky with stars that shone as bright as noon day. The moon was red and it honestly looked like a goth scene in a movie. I kept walking until I found an old yellow house.

The paint was stripping off the old house, which made it look even scarier. Red and yellow eyes were peering out of the windows, watching me like hawks hunting their prey. There was one window that stood out in particular though. This room was lit up and inside it peered a man in red flannel. His eyes were not normal. What should have been a human color for eyes was replaced with pitch black darkness.

The man looked at me and smiled a beautiful smile. I didn't know what to do, but just stand in my place. Even though this man was very creepy, he was very captivating too. There was just something about him. A type of beauty you couldn't find anywhere else.

He was handsome, I'll admit, but why would he even look at someone like me?

The man looked away from me and turned around. As soon as he did so, the light burst from somewhere. I assumed he walked out, now leaving an empty room that was just as black as his eyes now. I didn't know where he went or what he was going to do. For some odd reason, I was still thinking about his beauty and the way he smiled at me. It wasn't a smile that had any intentions that he was going to murder. No, instead there was warmth and love behind that smile. Like somehow he was going to save me, but how could a man with black eyes save me?

I heard footsteps signaling that someone was walking towards me. Hard footsteps could be heard through the air. I knocked myself out of my trance and looked to where the sound was coming from. My eyes came to a stop at the old house. The man in the window was now walking towards me, but as he did so his features began to change and so did everything around him. The sky was no longer red, the moon no longer black, the house began to clean itself up, the trees began to straighten up and grow leaves and the creatures' eyes began to vanish.

The scene began to come together and become a beautiful dream. In the place of the moon was a golden sun and big, fluffy clouds replaced the stars. The leaves on the trees were now a beautiful, dark green with pink and red flowers adorning them, crowning them with all their glory. The house was now a beautiful, yellow house that was adorned with beautiful finishing pieces. The man... The man was still handsome, but now he had forest green eyes that sparkled in the sun. I could see him clearer now. he had freckles scattered across his lovely face and red danced across his cheeks. He also had pink, plump lips that looked as soft as pillows. I personally wanted to reach out and touch them, but my body wouldn't move to do so. His hair was a beautiful burgandy brown that shone in the sunlight to signal that it was healthy. I sighed and continued to look at him. He was a lovely dream now.

He stopped in front of me and smiled. Then he reached up and touched my cheek, carressing it ever so slowly and gently. A slow burn I would definitely say. He then smiled and showed those beautiful, pearly white teeth.

There was a pause

Then he did the unthinkable.

His lips pressed to mine.

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End of the Prologue! Hope you all enjoyed!

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