Story 1:
Haddie
A girl locked in a basement for so long the Doctor, Sam, and Dean are a great refresher. Especially since she saw them in her mind, way before they actually came.
*Story*
Haddie had her headphones in listening to Female Robbery by The Neighbourhood.
'I think I found hell
I think I found something
Something in my tv screen.
I think I found out
That I have nothing
That I have nothing in this place for me.'
She changed the song to Staying Up by the same band. Haddie thought of this as a summary for her life. She looked at the locked basement door. She couldn't leave. She just wished the end of the song would come soon. That's when the back door flung open, and a man in a fez came in.
"Jesus! This place is terrible. Oh, who're you?" Haddie stuttered her name with her disused, soft voice. "Oh, you poor thing." The man had brown hair in a quiff with green, blue eyes. Another man poked his head in and said, "Doctor, we should go." He had longer and darker- but not by much- hair then the Doctor, but his eyes were almost the same, but with less green and more brown.
Another man popped up. "Sam, hurry!" He had shorter hair and greener eyes than the others. Haddie blinked once, then twice, then said, "You look different. I mean, the Doctor's already in his 11th, or, spoiler alert, 12th, and I'm still drawing the 1st through 10th.But I do have a few 11th. But mostly 9th and 10th. The previous ones. Ish. And Sam! I usually draw you when you were younger, with shorter hair. See..." She grabbed a peice of paper and showed them.
"Who are you?" Dean asked. She smiled. "I'm Haddie, prophet of the lord."