Who: Pam and OTA Where: She has no idea What: waking from a nightmare? Rating: PG?
She hadn't seen anything since her little mishap. Well, okay so maybe more than a mishap. She had tried to find out what the hell was going on. She had been looking in the wrong direction. Heaven was not happy and it had been a double edged sword. She had called him out. Her, Pamela Barnes, had called out an angel. So yay for her. Of course no human could handle an angel in their pure form, so yeah, she was blind. Wonderful.
While she was what she considered 'retired', that all changed when she lost her sight. This was personal. Damn angels. Deciding when and when not to get involved. Knowing that they could have, at any time, pissed her off. It seemed lazy to her. So yeah, she'd been working her butt off. She did what she could for other hunters, when they needed a little more magical assistance, and she'd be damned if she was sitting on the sidelines for long. She had figured she might die. Piss off the wrong person. Totally possible.
This just hadn't been what she expected. She had felt it, something dark, too dark, and it was coming. Overpowering, she refused to buckle. Then she saw it. Eyes, eyes that flamed indigo. It had been like a nightmare and that had been the last thing she'd remembered. Those eyes, coming for her, overtaking her.
She groaned as she woke. Her back sore and she realized she had to have been out for awhile, and on the floor. As her eyes opened, she also realized, she could see. Suddenly she snapped up, sitting, whipping off her glasses and looking around. A hotel, maybe, she wasn't sure. "Where the hell am I?"