This fanfic basically takes place during the sixth season of Supernatural. Tara and anyone else you don't recognize is mine. All other characters belong to the CW.

I can hear them.

At first I thought I was going crazy. Hearing voices in my head? I had to be.

I remember the first time it happened. I was lying on my bed, listening to the radio, when it started screaming static like mad. I immediately knew something was wrong. My instincts kicked in and I leapt up and grabbed my gun, sure that a demon or something had found me. My TV came on and screeched too, but no one appeared, the screeching just got louder. I didn't know where it was coming from or how to stop it. I knelt down on the floor, my hands to my ears and screamed as the ringing got so loud I could feel it in my body. It was more painful than anything I'd ever experienced. As I started writhing around on the floor in agony, I thought to myself, so this is how I die? This sucks.

Then I passed out.

When I woke, I was lying on the ground in a ball, glass shards, the remnants of my window, scattered all around me. Suspicious, scared, and grateful, I swept up the glass and examined the whole room and myself, sure that something, something had happened. But I didn't find anything.

I was spoken to for the first time that day. All my life I'd believed in God, even when things got tough and it seemed like he didn't exist. I always tried hard to maintain faith, through thick and thin. If there was a hell, didn't there have to be a heaven? But it didn't prepare me for this. Nothing could have. For the voices in my head. The voices I couldn't escape.

I almost shit my pants.

They told me they were angels. Angels? Speaking to me? After all the times I'd prayed for guidance? Now they spoke? I was convinced it was a trick. To prove it to me, and to test my faith, they asked me to do impossible tasks.

Like stick my hand in a roaring fire.

I cowered in the kitchen, whimpering, wishing the voices who were urging me to hurt myself would go away. But they insisted. Promised I wouldn't be harmed. I was in tears I was so upset. I refused, clamped my hands to my head, and screamed for them to go away.

But one, a man's voice, talked me down. Told me that if I had so much faith in God that I could do this. Asked me to trust him.

I gathered my courage, and did as he asked. He was right, it was impossible, but I didn't get hurt. So as crazy as it seemed, it had to be true.

Angels were speaking to me.

After that, strange as it may seem, things didn't really change that much for me. They let me in on the big picture, told me some things I didn't know. Guided me to do what was right. But for the most part, they let me be.

Up until now.

Now this one angel, he says his name is Castiel, is asking for my help.