PROLOGUE

It was late, far too late into the pitch black night for anyone to be roaming around the old and tiny town. Issy picked up her laptop, clicking it on and opening up her research paper she was working on. She had an interesting life for a twenty year old, lived on her own and took care of the town's library. Therefore, she didn't have much free time, but when she did she watched television on her crappy laptop.

As she opened up her favorite site to watch her show, the lights flickered and she heard something crash down the hall. With a frown Issy stood and crept forward, slinking her hand into her pajama pocket for her phone. There was a broom resting by the loungeroom door and she grabbed it, holding it tightly with shaking hands.

"It's a small town Iz," Issy told herself as her eyes glanced around the empty hallway. "Nobody is going to murder you." Her voice carried in the quiet house, and she crept toward the kitchen from which she heard the crash.

The lights above her flickered again, and just before she turned to peer into the kitchen the lights switched off completely. Issy squealed and jumped , tripping unceremoniously into the small kitchen. Issy swears a curse and scrambles to stand as she hears the kitchen radio flicker on next to her, spouting advertisements about the market occurring tomorrow.

Issy pulls up her broom again, sweeping her eyes across the room, taking in the shards of a fallen fruit bowl. She can barely make out the table that had been knocked over, thankful that the full moon was out that night. "Hey? Is anyone there? I don't have any money for you to steal, unless you're looking for book coupons?"

She crept deeper into the kitchen, trying to make out the other shadows in the room. "Hello? Anyone?" Her feet stepped on something ice cold, and she looked down, startled to see water pooling beneath her.

Her world suddenly tilted as her hearing focused, something was breathing in the corner of the room. She let out a shaky breath and raised her broom aiming it at the shadow of a person.

"Isabelle Hart, you have been chosen." Issy freezes at the voice, low and soothing but commanding all her attention. She blinks, and before her eyes the room lights in a glorious glow of white, the figure in front of her moving close her. "God has commanded for you to help save the world Isabelle."

Issy gapes at the speaking creature, whatever it is, is definitely not human. "God?" Issy repeats in a daze. She blinks again before shaking her head to try and concentrate. The world seems to fade around her, and she can only see the glowing light of the thing in front of her. "Wait, what? I fell asleep didn't I?"

"My name is Lena, and I am an angel of the lord. I've been sent to offer you a choice. If you say yes, your contribution will save the world." Issy lets the broom drop to her side, as she narrows her eyes.

Something about this is frighteningly familiar. "Wait. An angel?" Issy's mind reels, trying to pinpoint what she knows about the things, about God. She's not a very religious person, and she's never had much experience with the history with those things except on T.V. "What do you want from me?"

"You are aware of a… prophecy, called Supernatural?" Lena's voice echoes around Issy. "I need a vessel. You're of the right bloodline, a bloodline that no longer exists in the Winchester's universe."

Issy feels as her eyes widen and her jaw drops. The broomstick falls forgotten to the ground, hardly making a noise in the deafening silence. "Seriously? You want me to be your body whore? This is… unbelievable."

"Once I've completed my task, you will be returned as though no time has passed. You're body will not be harmed, I swear on my father," Lena's voice rings again. The light seems to get brighter but Issy is barely affected by the change in light.

There's a moment where the floor seems to fall out beneath the girl, but soon she finally gathers the courage to speak again. "You swear to God?" Issy lets out a huff of breath. "So you need me to be your vessel. How exactly are you going to use me to save the… urgh... Supernatural universe?"

"The word of my father is not for you to know," Lena's voice is harsher now. Issy flinches at the sharp snap of denial and curls her arms around herself. "Simply say yes Isabelle, and I can ensure the safety of your life, and the return of your sister. A gift from Heaven for your contribution to saving the world."

At the mention of her sister, Issy feels her blood drain. "You'll bring my sister back?"

The words are out of Issy's mouth before she can stop herself, and she can practically feel the angel's rush of complacency. "Of course. My father has also promised other great things for you. Wealth, happiness, love and not to forget, a long and healthy life."

"She's dead," Issy says instead. She'd hardly heard a word the angel had said. "You can't- you can't bring her back, she's dead."

Lena's light shifts, shimmering slightly as though in annoyance, in impatience, a sigh. "If that is not what you want-"

"No of course," Issy interrupts, her arms uncrossing to flail randomly. "I want her back. Of course I do. So you want me to be your vessel? Fine."

Her sister had been gone for five years, but Issy still thought about her every day. There was a long time where she prayed to God for her sister back, and now he was finally answering her prayers. Late, but… Issy didn't care. She was going to have her sister back, finally. "So you agree to be my vessel? You understand all that this will entail?"

"You assure my safety right? And you'll return me right back to this moment as soon as everything's over?" Lena nods at Issy's question. "Okay. Well I just want one thing before I say yes, a promise."

Lena's form shimmers and Issy begins to walk towards the angel. She wants to get this mess over with, so she can have her sister. "What?"

"I just want to be conscious the whole time right? And I want to be able to control my body sometimes," Issy runs her hand through her fringe, pushing her hair out of her eyes.

There's a tense silence for a moment, and Issy worries if Lena might smite her right there. But if the angel wants her body, then those are her terms. Issy thinks that what she's asked for is pretty fair, considering. "Your terms have been met. Isabelle Hart you will be allowed control of your body when I allow you to. Now please repeat after me."

Issy worries her lip between her teeth before nodding. "Shoot."

"I don't have a gun," Lena says and Issy grins. "None the less. Say these words exactly. I, Isabelle Hart, accept."

Issy tilts her head. "That's it? Alright. I, Isabelle Hart, accept."

As soon as the last words trail off Issy's lips, Lena's glow bursts, sparking brightly and engulfing the small girl. It settles upon her skin, like a boiling blanket and Issy feels as her chest tightens. Her heartbeat slows, and then stops completely. Issy's vision blanks and she lets her world fade into darkness.

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